“If you don’t fuck me now, I’m sleeping in the spare room,” she growls against my neck before sinking her teeth into my skin, and I grin.
Grabbing her legs and lifting her again, I place my cock against her, much to her frustration as she moves her hips, rubbing herself over my hardness.
“This is not fucking, Tris,” she groans as I place one hand against the tiles to steady us, my other around her waist as she moves. She bites down on my bottom lip, drawing blood, and I know it’s a warning as her fingers dig into my shoulders.
“Just remember, you wanted this,” I whisper as I slam into her. My thrusts are unrelenting and unforgiving as she shatters, pinned against my bathroom tiles. I can feel her pussy clenching around me like a fucking vice, and as much as I want to come, I’m not done yet.
I carry us back into the bedroom, dripping and still inside her as I fall back onto the bed. Her nails dig into my chest as I grab her hips and begin moving her. There isn’t a better view than Elena Montgomery on top, tits bouncing as she fucks me like a wild woman. When one of her small hands comes around my throat and squeezes gently, as she moves up and down on my cock, I know that she could kill me right now and I wouldn’t even care. Brushing my fingers lightly over her clit, I push her towards her second orgasm. She leans down, mouth crashing against mine as I feel her body tensing and tightening once again, and this time there is no holding out. I grip her hips, and hold her in place as I come, giving her everything I have because she is finally mine. All mine.
Epilogue
Six Years Later
“Planning a wedding and becoming the Mayor of Silvercrest all in the same year, well, you are very busy, Miss Montgomery. I’m sure our readers would be interested to know, which one was more stressful?” a small woman with thick-rimmed glasses and bright pink lipstick asks as she scribbles on a notepad.
Wearily, I eye the recorder on the coffee table between us. I hate one-on-one interviews, but they were necessary in the line of work. “The elections were definitely a challenge, but I had all the right support behind me. And the same goes for the wedding, I’m lucky to be part of an organiz—I mean, family that takes care of its own. My mother has graciously taken care of any issues that have arisen.”
It was true, my mother had secured my future with Tristan and helped me move up the ladder in the world of politics. The Society liked to have their fingers in all the pies, and so I was an asset, one they didn’t want to waste. I only had to get my hands dirty every now and again, but that was the price I paid for freedom.
Leaning forward, the interviewer, I think her name was Carol, places a hand over mine. “You are the youngest female mayor this town has ever had, and if your father was still with us, I’m sure he would be very proud of his daughter following in his footsteps.”
A soft scoff from the doorway interrupts the interview, and I see Tris standing there, his overalls covered in paint splatters like usual. My father had taken his retirement from the Mayoral Office badly, the loss of control making him spiral until he tried to kill my mother. She knew he would, and she was waiting for it. That’s why she was still here and he wasn’t.
“Apologies,” I say with a smile to Carol. I can’t resist making an inside joke as I explain, “My father wanted me to become a violinist.”
“Oh,” she says, looking between the two of us. “Are you a talented musician? My notes say that you are a trained ballet dancer?”
Nodding, I glare at Tristan when Carol isn’t looking. He always likes to come and watch me when we have guests. It’s like he crawls out of his art studio specifically to watch me squirm. “I am a dancer, but I dance as an outlet, not professionally.”
Carol looks impressed, understandably so. I’ve spent my whole life working hard, and the last six years have been no different. “Well, you are an exceptionally talented young woman. A degree from Harvard, a doctorate from Stanford, a ballet dancer and a violinist? Do you have any other skills or hobbies we can be in awe of?”
“She can dig a mean hole,” Tristan murmurs as my mother enters the room. I swear if he makes one more comment, I’m not marrying him next week.
“He means gardening, she has quite a green finger,” my mother says calmly while Carol scrawls her notes. I flip Tristan off when she isn’t looking, and he blows me a kiss in response. Douchebag.
“Very impressive,” Carol comments. “As one of your constituents, I must say, I can’t wait to see what you have in store for Silvercrest. I feel like things around here are about to get very exciting in your capable hands.”
I laugh, catching Tristan’s eye and my mother’s smirk. “Oh Carol, you have no idea.”
The End
Acknowledgements
I want to thank Michelle for letting me be a part of this incredible anthology, it’s enabled me to create a novella that I’m incredibly proud of. Dominique, you are incredible - you have no idea how much your words mean to me. Your help is invaluable. Ashleigh, Sarah, Annamarie and Danielle – you’re all absolute stars. Thank you for being there when I need you.
About Alice La Roux
Alice La Roux is a dirty minded, mouthy Welsh author who owes her husband,
