Page 21 of Connor's Claim

The side problem was my mother’s previous relationship had been just as shitty. That boyfriend had taken his anger out on me. The man loathed me. Scarred my body in more than one way.

He’d been dead a long time, and at my hands, but I’d never forgiven him.

He’d been the one to kick us out and had taught my mother fear and subservience. She’d suffered at the hands of the mayor for far longer than she should’ve tolerated it.

To this day, I still wasn’t sure what made her leave.

Either way, Everly and I had been next. I’d packed up. Went to her room and knocked to find her on the bed, hands in her lap.

“Why did ye say no, Everly?” I asked quietly into the still air of my bedroom.

The sleeping woman didn’t reply.

Hurt and anger rippled under my skin. I took a step. “Why did ye choose him over me?”

I reached the side of the bed, standing over her. With no bidding, my knife was in my hand.

“Why cling to that man, when ye said you’d love me until your last breath?”

So slowly, I peeled back the white sheet, revealing her pale skin and that white camisole. Her pulse fluttered at her throat.

She’d stolen a pair of my fucking boxer shorts to sleep in, and at the sight, an urge to claim her ran rampant through my system. I reached for the hem of her top. Twisted it in my fist. With a flick of my blade, I sliced it in two. Her round tits were revealed, her rosy nipples hardening in the cooler air.

My weapon was on the bed and my dick in my hand with me barely noticing what I was doing. I stroked myself, using her body as my inspiration. Fury at her decision spurred me on to get faster, to work myself from root to tip.

I tugged on my Prince Albert piercing, imagining her tongue sliding around it.

If I wanted, I could throw the blankets all the way off and shred Everly’s shorts, revealing her cunt to me, too. I could be inside her again and waking her up with a hard fuck that would replace her memories of the single other time we’d done it.

I bit down on a groan, forcing myself to keep those thoughts at bay. I wanted her to say yes to me every time and never refuse me again.

I wanted history to unwrite itself and my fucking heart to unbreak.

In my grip, I swelled all the more, and I breathed through my nose, the start of an orgasm gripping me tight. I changed my focus to the head of my dick and its piercing only and sucked in air, my balls tightening in warning.

My cum shot over Everly’s tits. I didn’t care where it fell. The climax knocked my brain out so it took several seconds to come back to earth, and I braced myself on the bedframe, breathing hard.

Somehow, she was still asleep.

I almost wished she’d woken to see my act.

Grabbing the sheet, I tugged it over her so the cooling cum didn’t wake her. Then I returned to work, hating myself, but lighter than I’d felt in months.

Chapter 9

Everly

The bathroom mirror returned an image that I stared at in confusion. I’d stumbled out of bed on my alarm, bleary-eyed and thankfully alone, then made my way into the bathroom to press the button for the shower. It sprang to life, hot water thundering down in the stall and steam instantly forming. The shower had a sealed brick wall. I’d never seen anything like that.

I’d also never seen myself looking like I did now. My top had been torn down the centre and hung from me, exposing my breasts in a lewd display. I gawked at it, at a loss as to how it could’ve happened. The cut through the silk was a straight line, not like I’d ripped it.

More like the slice of a blade.

I set my jaw, the answer coming to me fast. Shedding the ruined garment, I stripped and got under the water, ignoring the sting from the little cut on my foot to lower the shower head so ithit my back and not my hair. I’d forgotten to ask Connor to bring me a hairdryer, and he wasn’t likely to have his own.

But as my hand passed down my chest, it glanced over dry patches on my skin. I gazed down, and another suspicion formed. I hadn’t looked closely at myself in the mirror, only my top, but there was a substance spattered over my breasts.

Shock rippled over me, followed by heat.