Page 55 of Dirty Monsters

“Sure. But it’s what this is supposed to be. You said so yourself.”

“A few days ago, yeah, Ro, I only wanted to use you. You are the only person here who knows what I have been through, and it makes this easy.”

“This is not fucking easy.” I sat up next to her, drawing my own knees up and resting my forearms on them. “And a few days before, I was willing to do whatever to get you out of here.”

“Well, don’t change your mind,” she half-joked. “I need to get the hell out of here.”

“Beachside or Florida?” Fuck, I was such a pussy for making the leap. “Don’t answer that.”

“I don’t really want to leave Florida,” she answered anyway. “It’s growing on me. But I was sent to Beachside as a prison. Someplace for dear old Dad to hide me.”

“We can both agree to it. If I remember Pops well, then I can guarantee he was shitting himself when you decided to fall overboard.”

“Well, then you remember him well, for sure.”

“What happened? When we left, what the fuck happened?”

“You mean why am I not all perfect and shit? I told you. My parents cared more about the image and not anything eating away at me inside. All the shit that happened with Kane festered until one day, I was old enough to figure out how to drown it out.”

I clenched my hands and tried to keep myself still. The anger I felt toward the Carringtons was rising by the second. “I was mad,” I confessed. “I was young and maybe in denial about what Kane had been up to and how far he was taking things. Some part of me used to think you were exaggerating, crying like a little princess. Another part of me used to crouch in the hallway and quietly beg Kane to leave you alone. Not for us, but for you.”

“I missed you.” She grabbed my hand as it clenched the sand between us and intertwined our fingers together.

“I’m the bad guy, remember?”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t miss you. And maybe you weren’t quite the monster I imagined you were.”

“Oh, fuck no, I have a reputation to uphold. Don’t get soft on me, Wren.” I pushed her back into the sand and straddled her waist, careful not to put my weight on her. I held her hands above her head and ground on her stomach.

It was meant to be playful, but like all the other times we took it an inch, we both became serious and took it a mile.

Wren started straining against my hold on her wrists, and I locked on tighter. The one thing I loved about being with her like this was she didn’t tone me down. She didn’t try to make me soft.

She liked it rough, liked it hard. At moments like these, she made it her goal to release the monster inside me, and I wanted to do the same to her. So I licked her face, the grit of the sand I took with me was settling in my teeth. I bit her lip, ground my hard dick on her, and bit her nipples through her clothing. I did whatever I could to make her wild while still using my strength to hold her down.

As the teasing prolonged, she started to moan and fight, scrape and kick. She bucked her pussy, trying to get me off her and get the upper hand again.

Putting my face directly in front of hers, I took her mouth with mine and forced my tongue as far into her as I could without hitting her throat. She was still moaning, but the sound was more pleasure than pain.

I held both wrists with one hand, taking my other hand and undoing my bathing suit again. I lowered myself on top of her and lined up to her, thrusting into her without even caring if she was ready for me.

The way her eyes rolled back in her head said not only was she ready but she was also waiting and was satisfied I was done teasing her.

“Mine, Wren,” I panted as I pounded harder and harder into her. “This pussy is mine.”

She didn’t respond with words, simply a nod of her head as her eyes threatened to close.

“If those eyes close, it better be me you see behind those lids.”

She focused on my face, making sure she wasn’t being haunted by Kane. I believed she would stay like this, open and aware, but as sweat started dripping down my temple, I watched as her eyes closed again. This time, I didn’t remind her to keep them open. She was too far consumed to care anyway.

But as she got closer to her climax, as her pussy started squeezing my dick like a vise, the chant from her lips was exactly what it should have been, proving to me we were definitely way past her fighting her demons and well into something neither of us planned.

“Rohlen!” she screamed once more.

“So things are going well?”

“Yeah, I feel great. Refreshed. Like I have a new lease on life.”