“E?” Travis is standing behind her, watching us with wide eyes.
“Fuck dude,” I snort. “Did all grooming products get arrested with me?”
He ignores my jab and wraps his arms around the both of us.
“Thank God.” He murmurs.
“Guys,” Emmett’s voice is quiet and filled with sorrow. “Can I please see my sister?”
Travis backs off and pulls Adri with him. Then Emmett is standing in front of me with tears streaming down his cheeks. The pain in his eyes could drown me in their depths and my heart breaks as he steps forward, pressing his forehead to mine.
“I’m sorry.” I croak and my breath hitches with emotion. “I wanted him to come with us but he wouldn’t. He wouldn't move from that spot, Emmett.”
“Shh.” He says and shakes his head softly. “I don’t blame you for that, he made the same decision I would’ve made too. I understand exactly why he did it.”
“No.” I sob and fist his shirt in both of my hands. “I am not worth anyone’s life. Don’t say that to me Emmett.”
He pulls me forward into his arms and closes the limo door. He gives it two quick raps on the roof telling the driver he can leave.
As much as I’ve missed Adri, Travis, and Emmett, there’s one person I’m dying to touch and smell.
“Who owns the limo?” Emmett asks but I don’t answer as I pull away from him and look my soul in the eye.
He hasn’t budged, his arms still crossed and his face a mask over his emotions. He’s been silently watching and waiting for me to come to him. I slowly walk forward and stop in front of him.
He still has a few healing marks on his face and a nice looking scar on his neck from Moore’s knife. Anger renewed pours through me as I look at them.
“There she is.” He whispers as his finger comes out to stroke my cheek. “My rage filled girl.”
His hand wraps around my throat as he drags me into his chest and his mouth devours mine. His taste, a mix so tantalizing nothing will ever compare. My hands immediately run up and under his shirt as his hand tightens making me moan.
“You need a shower, I smell jail on you.” He says against my lips. “Then you’re going to explain how you’re home.”
“Okay.” I nod as he releases his hold on my throat. “I need some updates too, like where the fuck Moore is now.”
He nods and I feel myself slowly rejuvenating. I know they would’ve been keeping tabs on the man that tried to kill my fiancé and succeeded in the death of my brother.
The hunt is back on.
My fingers are like skinny prunes but I can’t make myself leave the warm stream of water. I’ve washed my hair three times and I’ve used a whole bottle of body wash. I’m about to wash my hair again when the shower door opens and crashes against the wall.
Vin is standing there in all his naked glory and my mouth waters as I run my eyes over all his defined ridges.
“You’re taking too long.” He growls.
I don’t know if it’s just me but Vin seems a bit changed, harder and angrier.
“Sorry, it’s all that jail smell.” I shrug and watch him get into the shower with me.
“I can’t wait any longer Em, it’s been over a month since I’ve had you.”
“I know.” I whisper.
He wraps his hand into my hair and turns me to face the tiled wall. My hands shoot out to brace myself before my face meets tile. His hand runs down over my spine and he smooths it over my left ass cheek.
“I’m mad at you.” He says angrily.
“I figured.” I smirk.
“You take too many chances with your life.”
“Yeah.” I shrug. If it means it saves theirs, then so be it.
It’s like he can read my response because his hand cracks down on top of my ass cheek.
I gasp as the sharp pain spreads. “Vin.” My voice holds a warning.
“You ran into the basement like this body is bulletproof.”
Smack.
“You rushed Moore like there weren’t twenty cops there waiting to get a good shot at you.”
Smack. Smack.
“Then you got yourself arrested.”
Smack.
“Hey!” I squirm as the stinging pain on my ass intensifies. “That last one isn’t my fault!”
“Pisses me off nonetheless.” He snarls and then he’s pushing his big cock inside me.
Nothing about this is a sweet homecoming. He’s pissed and he’s making sure I feel it. I do, I fucking feel it.
I’m not prepared for him. Not only has it been a while, I’m not lubed enough for his girth. Vin doesn’t care as he forces himself in deeper.
“This isn’t for you.” He growls. No shit. “You don't deserve it.”
I try to breathe through the stinging but it intensifies and a whimper escapes.
"Hurts?" He yanks my head back.
"Yes." I growl through my teeth.
"Good." That's the only warning I get before he releases my hair, grabs my hips, and slams himself home.
I scream as the pain becomes too much and tears run down my cheeks. He doesn't stop the onslaught, if anything it spurs him on and his thrusts become harder.
I let my head hang and try not to tense through the pain, I know it'll only make it worse. I take no pleasure from this and he knows it. This is the only way Vin could punish me and it's working.
I've missed him so much, a part of me has been dead for nearly a month and I envisioned this differently.
Vin is like a nuclear bomb. He holds all emotions in and in one critical moment, he explodes. He's exploding now and I'm having to endure the damage. I will bear it because I understand that my actions, my ideals have brought him to this moment. It's my fault.
He finishes and withdraws from my body without a sound. Nothing to enjoy, just a punishment I will never forget.
I stand up straight, my core
