Bad Romance (15 page)

“The ironic part of all of this was killing my mother wasn’t even the worst of his crimes. But the CIA had been trying to pin either the drug charges or firearms on him for years—nothing. The dude kept his shit clean.” I took a deep breath before I kept on. “Two days before the trial was over, two jurors and the cop turned up dead. He got off. And he was out for blood. Namely your mom’s and mine.” I felt her stiffen next to me, and I knew that she fucking knew. She was a smart girl, my Clara. Always so much smarter than I was.

“Did he?”

“Yes, Clara. My father had your mother killed.”

I didn’t know what I was expecting. It was quiet in the room for so long and then. I sat up and pulled her to straddle my lap. The blankets fell away and it was just us, laid bare, one on one. I grabbed her face and leaned my forehead against hers.

“Do something, Clara. Fucking rail at me. Hit me. Fucking slap the shit out of me, something! Just don’t shut me out again. Don’t go run and hide, baby, please.”

What I didn’t expect was the tears and her lips against mine. I didn’t know what part of her I was getting right now. Grief was a fucked-up thing. I knew it better than anyone as my father killed everything I cared for most. He’d even killed what Clara and I had. Or I thought he had. And I just ruined it with my admission.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. We let him take you. I knew it felt wrong. I told my dad so many times for years after. We needed to find you and he got so weird and angry, and my dad is never angry.” She was shivering and I pulled us both back down under the sheets. I drew her in so close, attempting to pull her inside me. I kissed the top of her head and tried to calm her.

“Fuck, Clara, nothing my father did deserves your apology. Hell. I should’ve run. But I waited. Waited for Todd to get me out and his dad.”

She snuggled in closer, and I knew the moment she stopped sobbing. “Tell me the rest.”

“It’s fucking rough, little mouse.”

“Tell me anyways.”

I sighed. Fuck.

“When my dad took me back I was his mule. I took his drugs from point a to b. I was still young enough to roll that way. As I got older it got worse. He was working me up to be his right hand. I only knew because he killed his right hand for having an affair with my mother.” I scrubbed my hands down my face. “It was all such a twisted web.” Clara rose up and rested her chin on her hands as she watched me talk. I didn’t look down at her. I kept my eyes pinned to the ceiling in the hopes that my whole life had been one fucked-up bad dream. “It all just got worse. My dad started to put me at drops. I was to meet with cartels and make deals. I was shit at it. I had a shit personality and a shit drive to do anything for my father. I didn’t want to be in jail, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to be a criminal.” I let that all sink in before I got to the real mind fuck. “When I would fuck up he would have his enforcers beat and—rape me.”

The sharp intake of breath had me fighting to not look into her eyes. I didn’t want to see pity or loathing. My high school years were like being in a prison, quite literally. Soft hands cupped my cheeks and my head was pulled down until I was looking at the other half of my fucking soul.

There was no pity.

Just—love?

No, she couldn’t still love me.

Yeah, I loved her like air. But I’d hurt her. Humiliated her.

“Keep going,” she whispered. Her glittering gaze gave me the strength to continue.

“
The whole time this was going on the CIA had sent in an agent. He was one of the enforcers. The one who never touched me. He always ‘watched the door’. As it turns out it was Todd’s dad.” Her eyes went wide and I smirked. She was so expressive. “He’s not really into computers. And Todd is doing everything to not be his father. But what he doesn’t realize is without his dad I’d already be dead. At some cartel’s hands or my own. I was reaching my breaking point when the CIA busted an exchange my dad put me in charge of. I was still a minor so To
dd’s dad got me off if I talked— I sang like a fucking bird and gave it all up. Todd eventually adopted me, and my dad disappeared.” I paused, looked back up at the ceiling then back at Clara. “He’s still missing. And I’m glad. I’m hoping he’s dead.”

Minutes seemed to drag on as Clara just watched me. I could literally see her mind working on all the information she took in. Without a word she threw the blankets off us and straddled me. Her pussy was rubbing against the underside of my dick and fuck, I was hard all over again. She carefully rolled her hips and with little effort she had me ready to go again.

No words.

None were needed.

She reached between us and positioned my cock right at her entrance and she slammed herself down on me. Her lips parted and a whimper escaped but she didn’t break eye contact. I rested my hands on her lips and let her ride. I watched her beautiful tits sway and bounce as she got more frantic, her body hitting that plateau right before she came. I could feel my own orgasm rising.

“Baby, I’m not wearing a condom.”

“Pill, clean, please, just—want to feel you inside me.”

And just like that I blew. My seed filled her up and fuck, it was the best damned thing ever. Fuck she was hot. I grabbed her hips harder and thrust, pushing her right over the edge with me and her cunt gripping my dick was the best pain I’d ever felt.

She fell on top of me and I caught her.

I would always catch her.

“Mine,” I growled.

She was breathing hard and I allowed her to come down slowly. Her being all sweaty and flushed from us fucking made my cock all hard again up in her puss. She didn’t move or try to get me out of her. She allowed me to sit planted in her and grow aroused all over. I slowly started to thrust and she moaned. Her pretty little mewls fired me off, but I kept it slow.

“Please don’t break me, Dax.”

I didn’t know if she really said it or not. I slipped my hand into her hair and turned her to face me.

“If I break you, I’ll let you kill me, because next time I do something fucking stupid like I did with that video—I deserve to die.”

She moaned as I rolled my hips and hit her spot. Her pussy fluttered and I smirked. “So melodramatic.” She groaned and slipped off my cock. I nearly pinned her down and bottomed out in her again. But I didn’t want to be a fucking dick.

“Seriously, Dax, everything you just told me. From my mom to you being—” She looked down and started to pick at the bedding. “It’s a lot. I’m gonna need some time to think.”

I caught her chin with a finger and lifted.

“
I think we fucked the thinking right out of us. There is no more thinking. You’re mine. End of. Now, lay down, spread out for me.
I want to eat your pussy next.”

I didn’t give her the time to comply. I spread her out like a fucking buffet and I devoured her. God, she lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. As she trembled on the bed I knew she needed a break. We lay in bed nibbling on her candy stash and drinking from bottled waters. She was mine and I wasn’t letting her fucking go. Never again would I let someone take Clara from me. N
o force on earth could do that.

Chapter Fifteen

C
lara

Dax set the table, each place setting perfect. All I could do was watch him. His muscles flexed and pulled around his biceps, the way he really contemplated how perfect it all needed to be for a bunch of college kids stuck together on Thanksgiving. He promised to make it perfect as he fucked me on top of that table three days ago. It was now very clean and covered in my mom’s old tablecloth that she always used on the holiday. The thought of my mother left that telling sting in my belly. I coiled up like a fucking dying animal and wanted to whimper. Now that I knew the circumstances surrounding her death, and that the CIA couldn’t even nail down the motherfucker, I felt an unresolved pain that only Dax seemed to be able to screw out of me.

As if he knew, he looked up at me and that lopsided panty-melting grin nearly had me dumping the colander full of potatoes onto the floor and laying myself out for him for Thanksgiving dinner. Shannon bursting through the front door with her friend Cat and Todd had me rethinking that plan. Dax stalked towards me like a damned lion. His arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me snug against him. He nuzzled my temple before pressing a rough kiss against me. I knew that kiss. It promised hard fucking and lots of screaming out his name.

God, how did I know this man so well after only a week officially together?

“After,” he whispered in my ear before swatting my ass and walking away to grab Todd a beer. Shannon came bouncing over. I swear the woman was like a Tigger.

“So, how’s sex with the bad boy? Is it as good as all those shitty books I read?”

I rolled my eyes and went back to my food prep. “Do you
have to be so vulgar about it?”

She scoffed and nudg
ed my shoulder.

“Yeah, because I bet he is just super clean and sweet about how he not only fucks you but talks to you.” She snatched a raw green bean and started to nibble on it. She let out a sigh and I smiled to myself. I’d been doing a lot of sighing with Dax in my bed. “Besides, we all know how he talks. Not just to others, but to you. He has this raw possessive tone he takes with you.” She paused and I looked over at her. “Fuck, Clara, my panties get wet when I hear him growl in your ear and then you disappear.”

I slapped her on the arm and laughed. I caught Dax looking at me over Todd’s shoulder and he wrapped his full pink lips around the rim of his beer and took a long swig.

Gulp.

My pussy creamed all over my new panties and I cleared my throat and turned away.

Shannon laughed and turned towards the sink to take over the mashed potatoes.

“Told ya. Wet. As. Fuck.” She was giggling and shaking her head when she spoke again. I was preoccupied getting the pumpkin pie in the oven. “Sorry your dad couldn’t be here, Clara.”

I stilled and could feel the edge of tears making my throat lock up and I fought to keep them down. Shannon came up behind me and wrapped her arms around her. “We are all here for you. You know that blood doesn’t make a family. Loyalty does. Everyone in this room, even the weird ones, are loyal to this dysfunctional little family.”

Shannon was right. Since my mother died, and when Dax had disappeared it was all about finding family that wasn’t family. The ones that made you smile when the storm inside you threatened to drown you. I turned and scanned the room around me. Some of the frat boys were there. Todd winked at me. It took him some time but he’d gotten over the initial confusion at Dax and me together. I actually think Dax explained to him our past. Because from one day to the next he was fine, giving me a huge hug, and telling me he would always protect me and Dax. I moved my gaze over to Cat, who was flipping through the latest issue of Inhumans I’d picked up. She would fit in quite nicely with me. Finally my gaze landed on Dax. He pinned me with that feral, possessive glare, set his beer down and came over to me. He took the pie from my hands and set it on the countertop.

“What’s wrong, little mouse?” My butt hit the counter and I wrapped my arms around his neck. I shook my head and toyed with the tiny hairs at the base of his neck.

“Just so much has happened in such a short amount of time. Shouldn’t I be a nutcase? I mean, I’m taking it all very well. On top of all that my dad can’t even be here. I brought up my mom with him last Skype session and he changed the subject totally. Do you think he knows?” I looked up at him and he leaned down and pressed a kiss to my nose. He would do tiny little things like that. They defied the badass persona he gave off and made me melt for him.

“You want me to be honest or lie to you?”

I gave him a drool stare and he grinned.

“Right. Well, I think he knew it all and was protecting you, Clara. Same shit I would do in that situation. You make it really easy for people to want to cover you in a fucking blanket of bliss and not let you see any of the fucking bad in the world. I don’t blame him. So, if you question him, ever find out he knew all along, just go easy on him—okay?”

I nodded, but deep down I had no clue if I would really be able to cope with knowing that he knew all along.

He nudged my chin and I lifted, parting my lips as he kissed me long and hard. He owned my mouth and I was ready then and there to let him hump me right in front of all our friends. He moved away and grabbed up his beer.

“Get that pie in, love. Fucking starving!”

Normally I would be mad about his gender profiling—but the guy had woken up at six in the morning and done the whole turkey. I had the easy parts.

Once the pie was in, the potatoes boiling and the veggies ready to cook, we all sat down and enjoyed our tiny little mosh of a family. Todd seemed keen on getting reactions out of our odd little Cat. She avoided him at all costs and would turn red any time he talked to her—
interesting.

We were all considerably drunk by the time the turkey buzzer went off. After Dax and Todd took turns being ‘the men of the house’ and carving up the bird, we all sat down at my little dining room table. It was the best Thanksgiving dinner I’d had since before my mom died. We drank, ate, and were all pretty much in food comas. As a whole and between the amount of men we had eating there were very few leftovers. Shannon and I slowly and drunkenly got all the left overs packaged and shoved in the fridge. Shannon was staying at Cat’s house and they left with Todd in tow threatening to join them while Cat kept acting like he didn’t exist in her world. I laughed when Todd grabbed Shannon, tossed her over his shoulder, turned to the house and shouted, “Are you not entertained!”