Page 90 of Hers To Keep
His lips attack mine in a ravenous kiss, fueled by love, anger, lust, need, all his thoughts and emotions channeled into one numbingly, mind-altering kiss.
“Always, baby,” he says, releasing my lips for a moment to speak. “From the first moment you stepped foot in my world, I was a goner. From that moment on you owned me, my heart, my soul, my entire being. There was no other way this could end. I would have never stopped, no matter the consequences, no matter the obstacles I had to overcome, it was always going to be for you. For this love that I feel and never want to lose.”
I close the space between us, my tongue tangling with his as his hands move to grip my neck. The force of his calloused hands on my raw skin burns yet no more than the ache to be close to him. I need this, I could never survive without it, without him. I pull back, taking his bottom lip in mine, a deep groan escaping him sends a shot of pleasure straight through to my core. I need him. Ineed to feel him inside of me, his hands on me, his mouth on me, every long, thick and hard inch of his cock in me. I dig my nails into the marred skin of his back as he cries out in pleasurable agony.
“Ace, please, I need you, make me forget.” I feel his smile spread across his lips as a moan escapes me. He removes one hand from my neck, slowly moving down my side, to the waist of my bottoms. I bite my bottom lip to stifle a moan that threatens to vibrate through the room, as his fingers slip under the material of my leggings and underwear, flicking my clit and sliding through my already hot and wet lips. I lean my head back, but he holds me up with the hand still cupped around my neck.
“I need to see the look on your face as you come for me, baby, as I shove my fingers into you, rubbing circles along your clit, until you come apart on my fingers.” His crass words move me, my cunt loving every filthy syllable he speaks, as his fingers continue to move roughly against me. One by one entering me, until he’s three fingers deep inside of me. My tired and sore body moves against him, my pussy trying to find its release against his palm cupping my clit.
All the truths we’ve discovered, all the betrayals we’ve dealt and have been dealt, all the lies, the secrets, they all dissipate before us. None of it matters now, we’ve survived too much to let it come between us. All is forgiven, all is atoned for.
Two sinners who have found their salvation, free of the unholy trinity that threatened to destroy them. Love prevailed, love always wins. And together we have defeated these devils that threatened to destroy us. We’re not sinners nor saints, but mere humans who are imperfect, who make mistakes, who make false judgements. Mortals who can accept when they’ve been wrong and redeem themselves when they’ve done worse.
“Baby, please I need more,” I whimper against him, the lust radiating in his eyes rivals mine as he forces me to keep them open. And just like that my wish is his command, as he flicks myclit with his thumb, bringing me over the edge. I come apart, his fingers drenched in my need, as he swallows my shattering moan into his mouth with a kiss that feels like he’ll never have enough.
Suddenly, they all walk in. Fucking cock blockers. Ace quickly removes his hand from my pussy as he turns angrily to face them. “What the fuck!” he shouts out as Bass, Alek, and Beckett waltz in, and I know they heard my cries of pleasure, they know exactly what we were doing. Because unlike Bass and Beck with devious smiles on their lips, Alek walks in with his head down, trying hard not to meet my stare.
Though what startles me the most is the fourth figure behind them, who has yet to fully enter the room.
Roman.
My heart pounds ferociously as I see him, remembering all he revealed to me that night he had me in the cabin. Everything he’s done, who he’s worked for this whole time.
“What is he doing here!?” I shout, as Roman comes into full view. My rage once again boiling inside of me, the earlier pleasure I felt with Ace gone and replaced by the fury of seeing my stepbrother here before me.
“Shh, it’s okay baby,” Ace whispers against my temple, noticing my anger. “Roman was the one who brought us here, to the safe house Maxwell had, it’s where I’ve been staying. Where I was staying with him.”
“But why him?” I ask, staring straight at Roman. His demeanor is more relaxed than it was that day in the cabin. His dark jeans and black T-shirt, which still show off the colored ink down his arms and around his neck, make him once again look his age. Dark blond tousled hair above his head, and menacing green eyes, sorrowful and rimmed with guilt. It’s pathetic.
He steps forward but halts when he sees the anger in my scowl. “The moment I knew Marchesi was going to Servite Manor after Wesley and Lilith, I knew he was planning something big. And he made it clear he didn’t care who was caught in the crossfire.Maxwell had been tailing us for some time, I knew it but never told Marchesi. I guess he just didn’t seem like the bad guy. So I reached out to him and told him what I feared Marchesi was planning.”
“So it wasn’t Alek who called my father,” I blurt out, interrupting him.
Alek’s gaze lifts to mine, shaking his head reluctantly. “No, I went to get the guys.” I can see the pain etched into Aleks eyes. I may have lost a father I’d just met, but Alek lost an uncle. A part of his family. I know they weren't close, but it still hurts him.
“I reached out to Maxwell and drove him there,” Roman explains. “He left me this,” he adds, moving toward me but stopping when Ace steps toward him, blocking him from coming any further.
“What is it?” I ask, looking at Ace and asking him to get the envelope Roman’s holding out to me. He listens, taking it and handing it over. Inside is a letter written to me on behalf of Maxwell, my father. I look up at Roman who steps back, slowly nodding for me to read it for myself.
My dearest daughter,
If you’re reading this, I’m afraid it’s too late for me to tell you this in person. I’m sorry for not being the father you deserved. It would be a copout for me to say I never could have known about you or that there was no way I could have ever found you. I was consumed by my rage, that I left this place swearing to never come back. But in doing that I missed out on a lot. I missed out on getting to know you but worst of all I missed out on saving you, on giving you the life you deserved. So, I’mtrying now. Roman has what you need. You can trust him; he will take you somewhere safe. I only ask that you be open to forgiving him and trusting him once again. He came to me when he realized what they had planned, what Franco had planned, and he helped me save you. I know one good deed, no matter how grand, does not erase all the bad, but give him a chance to explain himself. Roman has the inheritance I left you and the information of all my accounts. Not a dime of it is my family’s money, all of it is honest money I made when I left Hillcrest. You still have your third of my father’s inheritance, Roman has that with him as well. I know you might want none of his money, but it’s rightfully yours. Do with it as you please, but my money I promise you were made with not one ounce of sin. It’s yours, my darling. Use it to leave this place, you deserve so much more, my dear. With Ace by your side, I’m sure you’ll need nothing. Last, I ask one last thing of you. You owe me nothing, and I understand if you refuse, but by now you’ve met your cousins, my niece and nephew Drea and Alek. I ask that you forgive them, Scarlett. They are much like you, a product of their father’s sins. Victims in this war between families, in this battle between sinners. I ask you to help them escape the clutches of evil that threaten to consume them. I was a coward and couldn’t help them.
I will always love you my sweet angel.
Your father,
Maxwell Smoak
Tears fill my eyes, dripping down on the parchment gripped tightly in my hands. He didn’t deserve the cards he was dealt; he didn’t deserve to be there. But if it weren’t for him, Ace and I wouldn’t have made it out alive.
“I have all the paperwork here with me, he changed his will as soon as he found out about you nine months ago,” Roman says, handing me a folder I didn’t notice he had been holding.
“I don’t want his blood money, the Smoak’s blood money.”
“It’s rightfully yours,” Alek says, shocking us with his admittance. He walks over to the edge of my bed leaning forward. “You’re a Smoak, my grandfather knew, he wanted you to have it. My uncle wanted you to have it.”
“I don’t want anything from your family, Alek. They’re nothing to me, Maxwell was—” I choke out.