Page 162 of Stand: Part One

“Oooooh God!” she whined, her voice strained from so much stimulation it was a wonder she could even form words.

Yanking her back by her hair, I leaned down into her ear. “I’m right here, princess.”

A sharp cry echoed throughout the room. “I can’t—I can’t—” she begged, breathless, and barely able to finish her plea. “Please stop. It’s too much. I can’t! Ah!”

A soft chuckle rumbled in my throat. “I love hearing you beg.”

I instantly increased my pace, driving in and out of her without the mercy she knew didn’t exist. Mercy was not a term I entertained or honored.

“But I’m not giving you a damn choice,” I growled and shoved her head back down into the rug. Like an absolute animal, I finished her off like I was at war, savagely taking every centimeter of her until her screams could no longer be contained.

The music she made as I brought her to the most intense climax she’d ever had was the final catalyst I needed to push me over the edge and detonate inside her. I could feel my cum coating her walls, the pleasure washing through me in waves as I emptied myself completely.

When I was finally sated, I pulled out, my cum instantly leaking out all over her pussy and ass.

Fucking beautiful.

But the second I released her hips from my bruising grip, Jaden collapsed to the floor in a heap, her eyes closed as she focused on regulating her erratic breathing.

I stood and pulled off the rest of my wet pants, my gaze focused on the steady rising and falling of Jaden’s chest. Standing over her, I admired all that she was—capable of taking on so much damage in a single instance, just to shed it all off after a couple of days of rest.

Her resilience was incredible, but it had to be exhausting, especially when I kept throwing bricks at her. But rather than avoiding them like most might, she chose to collect them instead and then built herself a fucking fortress around her mind strong enough to withstand anything, including me.

When we got home, I’d make sure she wouldn’t be building walls to keep me out anymore. The only thing she’d be building for the next nine months was my fucking child.

“Come on, my little queen,” I said with a grunt, bending down to throw her dead weight over my shoulder. “Time for that shower.”

39

Cataclysm

The following morning, I woke to a strange sense of dread. I felt heavy, weighted down by more than just the strain in my muscles from all the “brat taming” Darren did yesterday.

Either my tolerance for his ruthlessness was increasing or my body had finally figured out how to run on nothing but spite. But none of it compared to the mountain of anticipation that pulsed in my chest at the realization of just one more day.

What the hell would my tomorrow look like after it was over? What bed would I wake up in then? Or was this all just another pipe dream?

Fuck, what if the whole operation failed? What if Darren survives and it only makes things worse? Matt didn’t give me shit to work with, and now, I was living on pins and needles of what-ifs and hows.

What if Jason really did join the fight tomorrow, and Darren killed him? My heart broke at the very thought. It was an incredibly high possibility, and I knew the opportunity would be all too pleasurable for Darren.

He’d probably strive to take him alive just to slowly torture him to death while I watched. I could not let that happen. When the time came, I would have to make sure the fight was successful.

After washing up and readying for what could be my last day of this life, I took Camaro down to the dining room for a late breakfast. I noticed an unusual amount of guards posted throughout the house, heightening my nerves even more for tomorrow’s impending battle.

Darren was nowhere to be seen, making me wonder what his agenda would be for the day. So I just asked my question aloud hoping one of the dozen guards nearby would hear and answer.

“Anyone know where the boss is?” I asked sardonically.

The room was silent for several awkward seconds until someone finally spoke up.

“He’s out riding this morning, Mrs. Davis,” one of the guards replied.

I nodded my acknowledgment, fixing myself a plate of waffles and fruit while Camaro went for her dog bowl nearby. At least I’d have some time alone to calm my nerves before Darren came back.

I picked at my breakfast quietly, finding my appetite to be a continued struggle. I couldn’t eat when my nerves were this shot. But I had to keep up appearances and force myself to eat. I would need my strength for whatever tomorrow brought.

Barely finishing my plate, I stood from my seat, ready to go see Luna, the horse Darren had gifted me as a wedding present. But just as I was about to head for the door, I was immediately halted, the guard standing at the door raising his hand.