Page 30 of Drowned In Silence
He rolls over onto his side and hovers over me. One hand is tucked under his head and he uses the other to wipe a tear from my face.
“Yes, Dynah. I’ve scoured the United States for years–actually for almost a decade– looking for the girl in the photo. Imagine my surprise when I found her in Colorado at a hotel in the middle of nowhere, selling her body to whoever would pay her.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before looking at me again. “I’ve tried telling you, Little Raven. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m not here to make your pain simply go away. I’m not here to make things better forever. But I see the beauty in all the parts of you the world rejects, and I want this view to be forever.”
I close my eyes. My world spinning faster and faster by the second. I feel like I’m in a horror movie, where everything is fine in the beginning and then the torture starts the grueling prossess of death.
He’s been looking for me for almost ten years? He’s a crazy fucking psychopath who murders people he doesn’t like. How could this end anyway other than horrible?
“That’s a lot, Elliot… You might have to give me a while. I’m not good with my own feelings, let alone someone else's.” I sit up and put my face in my hands, hiding from the man who wants me here.
“I’ll give you the world on a silver platter if that’s what it means to stay by your side.”
Twin Coves
Elliot
I turned into afucking sap. One minute I’m walking around killing people who stand in the way, and the next I am playing house maker in the Bahamas. What the fuck is wrong with me? Is it possible to be this whipped by a girl this fucking fast?
I’m lost in thought, laying on the bed next to Dynah. We ate some dinner earlier, and then Pen wanted to go to bed, so we decided to come in here and relax. She didn’t want to do anything before food, but now I might be able to convince her.
“Do you want to come with me? I want to show you something,” I ask her, turning my head to face hers.
“Not really, but I’ll go anyway. I’m not sure what time it is, but I doubt I’ll be sleeping anytime soon. I need to move around a little, my body is still stiff.”
She gets up and waits for me. She’s turning more and more submissive by the second. I walk to the french doors,swinging them open softly, and letting the breeze hit my face. I don’t look back to see if she follows, I just walk out onto the beach, and keep walking.
“Where are we going?”
“Shhh, we're almost there,” I tell her.
I can hear her huff behind me, but she doesn’t argue anymore.
When I finally hear the waves crashing louder against the rocks, I know we're close. Being within walking distance of Twin Coves Beach, has its perks. The tide is rising, so the waves crash harder, sending salty spray against the two of us. There is ocean on either side of us as we walk down the narrow strip of sand. One side is the Atlantic, and the other is the Caribbean.
“Have you ever been to two places at once?” I stop and turn to her once we make our way onto the rocks, slightly above the strip of beach.
“No,” she replies, whispering and turning around slowly. The lights from the house don’t shine this far out, so we are left with only moonlight and the stars. “It’s beautiful. I’ve never been to the beach, let alone like this. Is this normal? Is this what all beaches are like?”
I smile, and shake my head. “No, Little Raven. This one is pretty special.”
“Why?”
I take two steps, standing up behind her, just like in the shower. Reaching one hand around her neck and the other on her hip, I whisper into her ear, “Because I’m with you.”
She places her hand on mine, not pulling it away from her throat, but holding it still. I give her a small squeeze, taking her breath away just enough that she has to lean into me. My cock responds when her ass presses up against me.
“I– this– Elliot…” she says. Her words incomplete, but her body arches into me.
“Yes, my Little Raven? Do you like my hand wrapped around your throat? Do you like it when I take control and make your mind stop fighting itself?” She lets out a breathy moan, pushing harder up against my dick. “You do.”
I tighten my grip on her throat and her hand that was on top falls away.
“Do you need me to touch that pretty pussy, yet? Are you wet for the man who kills the people you’ve fucked?”
She moans louder and slips her hand into her sweatpants. I can hear how wet she is as she rubs her fingers through her slit.
“That’s it, Dynah. Put your fingers in that soaking pussy. Finger yourself while I take your breath away,” I whisper into her ear. My other hand slides down the one tucked into her pants, my fingers gliding over her skin until we are both touching her. Her scars meet my fingertips and I groan softly. I interlace our fingers, helping her rub her clit and adding more pressure.
Her moans echo around us, bouncing off of the waves that roll onto the beach. I can feel that she is about to come, her legs start shaking, she leans further into my hold, and her breaths become ragged.