Текст книги "Contrite"
Автор книги: Kathy Coopmans
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Chapter Thirteen
I must be dreaming, and it’s such a good dream. I’m being cradled in my husband’s arms as I feel his thick, hard erection running up and down the crack of my ass. I hear his sweet words of devotion and adoration as his hand comes around and firmly cups my breast while my ass presses into his cock.
And then I manage to push myself to the surface of reality. This isn’t a dream, and it’s not Turner who is up against me. It’s Trent. He is moaning and grinding into my ass. His hands run over it, fondling and caressing it with the light touch of a feather. He slips my panties to the side and slides his finger up and down my crack. I feel my body responding as his finger starts to rim the edges of my puckered entrance. My eyes spring open and before I know it, he has me flipped over and lying flat on my stomach.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
“I woke up with my dick so fucking hard from the best dream I have had in a long time.”
I’m still slightly groggy from sleep so I inhale deeply, swallowing the burning feeling in my throat and forcing my mind to catch up and comprehend his intentions. I can only imagine what this dream has to do with. All of a sudden, it hits me. Oh, shit! Trent wants to fuck me in the ass!
It’s as if he wants to control and stake claim to every part of my body. I cannot allow this to happen. I won’t. I can’t.
“Turner, stop,” I demand.
I pull away from him so we are face to face.
“I don’t want to stop, Clove.”
He gently skates his free hand all the way up the side of my stomach and over my breast, and with one finger, trails up the center of my chest until he reaches my chin. He cups it for just a few moments. Moving over to my cheek, his smooth hands stroke tenderly.
The room is eerily quiet as he continues to stroke my cheek. If I didn’t know who this man was, I would think he truly cared by the way his touch is making me feel. It’s a loving and caring touch, touches to calm me and soothe me, to convince me to let him do this. This is something I have never done before, and if I did, I would want it to be with the man I love.
I am scared out of my ever-loving mind to have this man touch me in one of my most intimate places. I close my eyes and again bring Turner’s face into my mind, but the fucked up, twisted thing about picturing Turner’s face is that I am also seeing Trent. Fuck me!
Can I conjure up enough strength to do this? It’s all a part of the long road to get to the eye of this shit storm I am living in. Anything and everything I have to endure and go through is all for one simple word. Love. I love my husband and I need him back. I need to know he is safe and alive, even though every part of my ruptured and bleeding heart will be smashed into a million pieces, never to be put back together again.
“Are you with me baby? You’re quiet and shaking.”
In different circumstances the lightness in his voice would make me feel more at ease with this, save for the fact these circumstances have been brought on by his actions. Nothing he says or does will make this any easier on myself.
“I’m just scared, Turner. This is something we have never done before. Is this what your dream was about?”
I tilt my head to side even though he cannot see me.
“Yes it was. I woke up with this massive hard on wanting so badly to finish what we started in my dream. For me to claim your sweet, round ass. For me to claim every part of you, Clove. I need this. Together we can make this feel so fucking good for the two of us.”
Fuck, that is what this is all about. He wants to claim me and mark me in a spot where Turner has never been. He’s a sick fuck who scares the living hell out of me. What if I say no? What will he do?
I lie here in the dark with my enemy with my emotions going back and forth. I’m as twisted and fucked up as he is. Do I believe he won’t make me do anything I don’t want to do? Yes. I believe it. Not because he seriously doesn’t want to. The reason is simple. Whatever plan he has been working hard at isn’t complete yet and just like me he has to do everything he can to keep his game heading in the right direction.
This man can fuck, and he fucks well. Sex isn’t a game, though, and neither is fucking someone in her most intimate place. Oh, God, please forgive me for the way I am thinking right now. How can I hate someone so much, and yet the mere thought of him fucking me sends a thrill spiraling through my body which arrows straight to my throbbing pussy.
Consequences be damned. I want this. Whatever carnal drug he has slipped into my warped brain has me willing to burn in the fiery depths of hell just to experience the pleasure I know awaits me. My core clenches and my ass begs for his touch.
Clove Calloway no longer exists in this moment. She has been replaced by a woman I don’t recognize. Two minutes ago, that other Clove was scared to death of the thought of this stranger touching her there, wishing and hoping it was her husband instead. But now, the thought of what is coming, of him doing something to me that no one has ever done before, has me dripping wet.
I spread my legs and lie back on the bed, hearing him gasp as soon as my head hits the pillow.
“Is this a yes?” he asks with hushed excitement.
“Yes.”
His hands trail down the back of my leg until they hit the curve of my ass. Without any warning, he grabs my panties and rips them off my body, making me shudder.
“Fuck, Clove. Do you have any idea how good this is going to feel for both of us? I promise to make it so good for you, babe. You will be begging me to fuck this sweet, tight ass of yours every chance we get once we’re done.”
His hands graze across my pussy as he slides one finger in and with precision starts to stroke me until I am lifting my ass up and pressing myself as far as I can go onto his hand.
“You are so damn responsive. I love that about you, Clove.”
Out of the blue he stops his assault on my core, moving his hand to my rosebud and coating the outside with my wetness. He repeats this action several times teasingly as he dips his finger into me and then back out again, lubricating the rim of my ass until unexpectedly I feel the tip of his finger dip inside my dark hole. My first instinct is to push his finger right back out. I pinch my eyes shut trying to overcome this intrusion as he sinks his finger in further and further.
“Jesus Fucking Christ! You are going to grip my cock so hard with this tight hole and squeeze the ever-loving hell out of me. Hang with me, Clove. I just need to help loosen you up and get you nice and wet so I can get in there. Flip over for me.”
Trent helps guide me over onto my stomach.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he hovers behind me and pulls me up onto my hands and knees.
“I’m more than okay.”
And I am. My pussy is pulsing with a wave of warmth emanating from somewhere deep within and my ass is constricting and clenching as if it knows what is in store for it.
I hear Trent do away with his clothes then the bed dips behind me and he pulls me back up against him. I swallow nervously when I hear the snap of a cap being opened. My back is facing him, but when I turn to see what it is, he places the palm of his hand on the middle of my back as if to halt me.
“W-what is that?”
Nerves that were not there just a few minutes ago have surfaced making me hyper aware of what I am about to do.
“It’s lube. I bought at the store the other day. I’ve always wanted to try it.”
The first glimmers of daylight are dawning through the window. This time I do turn all the way around to see what he is doing. I choke back a gasp as my eyes land on Trent’s rock hard cock, which is in his hand as he strokes himself up and down, applying the lube.
Jesus Christ! I am turned on like never before as he continues to fondle his large dick. Juices begin to seep out of my core and onto my leg at the sight.
Our gazes connect and for a fleeting moment I swear that I see the same look in his eyes as Turner always had whenever we made love. No, it can’t be. It has to be my fucked up mind playing even more damn tricks on me. There is no way in hell this man has one ounce of care for me.
This man wants what he wants, and common sense tells me to get the hell off of this bed and run, but I won’t. I have turned into a selfish human being as I watch him lower himself over me until his front is against my back. His mouth devours mine and his hand reaches around and pinches my nipple, causing my ass to push itself into him of its own accord. My greedy body betrays my mind as I prepare for the rawest, most primal fuck of my life.
“I’ve been thinking long and hard about what I am going to do to you, Clove. Been yearning for this sweet ass every motherfucking day. The way it sways back and forth when you walk. Whenever you bend over in front of me. It’s mine. No one else’s but mine. I am going to make you scream as I watch your cum drip all over these sheets.”
I jolt at his words of seduction. My faculty of speech is gone as every part of my body starts to throb with want and need.
“Let me have your mouth, Clove. My tongue needs to fuck yours and there isn’t a flavor of your body I don’t crave.”
He doesn’t give me time to react, he just takes what he wants and drives his tongue into my mouth, kissing me so wild and passionately that I feel a hot summer storm brewing under my skin. Sweat begins to drip from my pores as he tweaks my nipple one last time, hard enough to inflict both pleasure and pain.
His hands graze slowly down my sides until the palms of his hands grip my ass firmly. We break our kiss, both of us moaning and panting heavily. Not wanting to wait any longer for him to fuck me, I claw at the sheets as I lay my head down on the pillow and lift my ass higher in the air.
“Fucking Christ, the light is perfect. I can see your dripping pussy and your ass is begging to be fucked right now, isn’t it?”
My mind is so muddled it takes me a moment to decipher his question and when he spanks my ass, I yelp.
“Answer me. You want my cock to fuck this tight ass, don’t you baby?”
Jesus, his words and the sting from his slap have me about to come already. I don’t hesitate any longer in answering him. I practically scream my head off from the sexual frustration my body is experiencing.
“Yes. Fucking hell, yes! I want you to fuck me.”
His finger penetrates my entrance slowly as he moves in and out of my ass, coaxing it more with my juices. The pressure on my nerve endings has me spinning into unknown bliss and when he pushes in further I cannot help myself. I bring my hand to my clit and apply pressure in small circles. Trent’s finger hits an unfamiliar spot, which along with me rubbing my nub, sends me over the edge as I violently shake through an orgasm that hits me like a Mack truck.
“Fuck, yeah! Ride it out. Give it all to me. All of it,” he begs as he removes his finger and places the tip of his cock at my hole. I’m still coming down from the high of my first orgasm when I feel him push in only a small part of the tip. My eyes pop open and I cringe from the pain. His cock is so much bigger than his finger, and oh, God. It hurts. I pull myself away from him slightly.
“Are you still okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Let’s just go slow.”
“Fuck me, baby. You are so tight. Damn, this feels amazing. The way you’re squeezing my cock makes me want to come right the fuck now.”
He plunges in deeper and a loud moan involuntarily escapes my lips. I should feel like this is an intrusion into this orifice. This is something I have rarely thought of doing before now, and even though I feel like I am being ripped wide open as he sinks his large cock all the way in, the pain gives way to exquisite satisfaction.
I have no control of the whimpers fleeing from my mouth as he starts to slowly move. The feeling is delicious as hell. I have never experienced anything like this in my life. I need more as he starts to fuck me harder and faster. I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
He’s balls deep now and slamming away, the dirty words he’s throwing my way turning me the hell on. My hand reaches for my own pussy and I am on the edge of control when I shove two fingers inside.
“Fucking hell, Clove. Oh! Fuck me, baby! I can feel your fingers as my cock fucks you. Jesus . . . please tell me this feels good to you, Clove. Please.”
I know letting myself be taken this way is all kinds of wrong and yet his rhythm has me shoving my ass as far into him as I can go. He pulls out and slams into me even harder and I scream so loud I’m sure the neighbors hear me. I’m so far gone I don’t even care.
“I need to hear you say it, Clove. Tell me how good this feels. Tell me you have wanted me to fuck you so rough. It’s all for you. I want to do it all for you.”
He’s begging as if he really does care if I feel good or not. I can’t think about what that means right now. All I want is for him to make me come again.
“Harder!” I shout, stroking my fingers wildly in and out of me as he does indeed fuck me with all his might.
I am writhing like an animal. It hurts like hell. It feels better than being fucked in my pussy any day of the week. It definitely feels wrong to love this and I don’t fucking care.
“I am going to come, Turner! Oh, God! I am going to come NOW!”
My body lurches forward and I land face first onto my pillow, which muffles my strangled screams as an earth-shattering orgasm rips through my body. Trent keeps pumping my ass with his cock and it takes mere seconds before I feel another one building even stronger than before. He slams into me one last time, yelling my name in a strangled voice. As I feel his hot come shooting inside me I lift my hips and detonate right along with him.
Chapter Fourteen
I don’t know how long we lie there trying to catch our breath and regain our composure. I don’t even remember him pulling out or cradling me in his arms. What I do remember is the act I just let my so-called captor perform on me. The worst guilt I have experienced since this fucked up man entered my life hits me.
I brought this upon myself. I deserve to carry it and have it weigh me down for the rest of my miserable life. I deserve it. I welcome it, and I crave the guilt. Rolling over onto my back, one silent tear rolls down my cheek. How pathetic is that? Just one tear. Am I all cried out? Who the fuck knows anymore? One thing I do know is I will never be the same person I was before.
When my mind clears, I hear the shower running. Suddenly it turns off and I hear the squeak of the shower door opening. I listen to the noises of Trent moving around in the bathroom as he opens and closes a few drawers and then starts up an electric razor.
I pull the comforter over my hand to try and drown out the sound of him using my husband’s personal things. He is wearing Turner’s clothes, using his toothbrush. It’s sickening and maddening all at the same time. I just want to curl up in a tight ball and cry and scream and lash out thinking about every aspect of this.
Once the razor shuts off and he is silent for a few moments, I pull the comforter back down and close my eyes, pretending to still be asleep. I hear the door open when he enters the bedroom. He rustles around in the closet for a bit and then I hear him at Turner’s dresser opening a drawer and then closing it again.
The end of the bed dips as he sits and that is when I open my eyes and stare at the back of his head, watching him put on socks and shoes. Visions of me crawling up behind him and stabbing him right in his fucking back have me smirking. God, I have never thought about killing anyone before in my life! Yet I welcome the thought of actually doing it more and more these days as my face twists into its now perpetual scowl. Yeah, if looks could really kill he would be so dead right now.
“Have a great day,” my chirpy voice startles him.
“Shit, babe! You scared me. Sorry if I woke you.”
He stands and comes around to my side of the bed.
“Oh, I need to get up anyway and get ready to go see your mom.”
His jaw tightens and his lips twitch slightly as I study his reaction. He regains his composure as he bends down and kisses me on top of my head. He’s singing a different tune than he was a few hours ago when he had his dick up my . . . God!
“Don’t forget to tell her I said I will give her a call very soon.” He grins and steps away.
“I’ll make a pot of coffee and grab a bagel or something and leave you to your day then.”
“See you for dinner then,” I holler after him as he walks out the bedroom door.
Damn, I hope today I get the answers I need to lead me closer to finding Turner so I don’t have to sleep another night in the same bed as this man.
I wait about fifteen minutes or so to make sure he is gone and then I hurl myself out of bed and rush into the bathroom. I take the quickest shower known to mankind, paying extra attention to my backside. I feel sick to my stomach for enjoying myself. I need to keep reminding myself that it wasn’t me who allowed him to do what we did. It wasn’t me. I am a pretending to be someone I am not, just like he is. If I don’t keep telling myself that over and over again, I am not going to survive this and I will never find Turner, ever.
Picking up my towel and haphazardly drying off, I rush around the bedroom. I am going for comfort today, putting on a pair of denim capris and a pale yellow tank top. I stand in front of the mirror and braid my long hair off to the side. I waste no time brushing my teeth and applying minimal makeup. Finally, I slip into my black flip-flops and race downstairs to the kitchen.
I dump the remaining coffee out of the pot, afraid to even drink it. It could be poisoned for all I know. After seeing the picture of Turner and what this man has done to his own brother, who knows what the hell he would do to me? The man has no conscience at all and there is no way I trust him.
I shoot a quick text off to Melody letting her know I am on my way, then I grab my purse. I am out the door and on the road within thirty minutes of climbing out of bed. Setting my phone to hands-free, I hit my brother’s number and he answers right away.
“Thank Christ you’re all right, Clove. I have been worried out of my fucking mind all damn night.”
I hear a hint of uneasiness in his tone. My nerves suddenly jump all over the place.
“What? Why?”
“My sister is living with a damn criminal, that’s why. Shit, Clove! If he had any hand in what happened to his brother, what makes us think he wouldn’t do the same thing to you, or worse? It’s time you get out of there and come and stay with us.”
“Are you serious, Zack? I am not leaving there. What if they kill him? Neither one of us would be able to forgive ourselves.”
I can’t even wrap my mind around the fact my husband could die over this. Dread so deep fills my mind and my body that I start to cry.
“Clove, listen to me. They want something and they are not going to kill him until they get it. Now I am not taking no for an answer. You are coming here and I fucking mean it. Do not go back to your house. You’re my sister and I need you to be safe while we investigate this. I should have never let you go back with him in the first place, even though I have Martinez following you.”
His voice sounds a little calmer at the mention of his partner’s name. I look in my rear view mirror and yup, there is Martinez in his black SUV following a few cars behind me. My tears continue to fall and I let them, not giving a shit what I look like anymore.
I drive in silence as I listen to my brother’s instructions. As soon as I am done talking to Melody, I am supposed to go straight to his house. Anxiety and panic set in and I start to shake. Can I do it? Can I live with myself knowing I could be risking my husband’s life?
“Fine. Zack. I will be there, but I do have to stop at the house. I have absolutely nothing with me. Besides, Trent is at the office all day and like you said, Martinez is following me. I will run in and grab what I need and be back out within fifteen minutes,” I promise, the tone of my voice letting him know I am not negotiating this with him.
“You’d better be here by noon, Clove, or so help me God I will come and get you myself,” he demands.
“All right, all right.”
“And stop crying, sis. You’re going to get the answers we need from Melody, I just know you are, and it’s going to put us even closer to finding out where Turner is.”
I take a deep breath and listen to my brother try to calm me as I pull into Melody’s drive. Martinez parks across the street. Climbing out of my car and nodding in his direction, I move with purpose. Fuck me if I don’t look up and Melody is standing on the front porch looking worse than I know I do.
Melody has betrayed both Turner and myself and as I transfix my gaze on her, she recoils as if I have just bitch slapped her . . . which is exactly what I will do if she doesn’t give me one hell of a damn good reason as to why she has never told her son the truth all these years.
I continue to stay distant and cold as ice as I approach her.
“Good morning, Clove.”
Her voice is unsteady and unsure.
“No. I wouldn’t call it a good morning at all, Melody. Would you?”
I glare murderously.
“No, I guess it’s not. And most likely never will be again, by the look on your face.”
I say nothing as I pass her by and open the door to her house. She follows right behind me, and when I enter the foyer of her home my throat instantly goes dry when I see all the familiar pictures on the wall and fireplace mantle of Turner and myself. My eyes land on one of them and at lightning speed my legs have me standing in front of it.
“That photo has always been my favorite of the two of you.”
“Yes. Mine too.”
I feel her stand close behind me. I continue my survey and precious memories flood my mind of the day this picture was taken. Turner and I were so young and carefree then. It was taken by his mother about three months after we started dating.
We didn’t even know she had taken it. Turner is sitting on a swing in the park as I sit on his lap with my legs straddling him. We are front to front as my legs hang loosely behind his back. His big, strong hands are cradling my face and our foreheads are touching. I loved him then and I love him now more than I ever thought possible.
“I know I have a lot of explaining to do. Most likely neither you nor my son will ever forgive me for keeping all of this from you, but please listen to everything I have to say, Clove.”
I know Melody well, at least I thought I did, and she sounds sincere. I set the photo back down on top of the mantle and without even acknowledging her, I turn and take the few steps over to the loveseat in the corner of her spacious living room.
“I’ll listen,” I say as I sit down.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asks.
“No. What I want is for you to talk and tell me the truth so I can find my husband.”
My voice is cold and full of hate. I don’t give a shit anymore.
“You act as if I don’t care about Turner’s well being at all, Clove. He’s my son, for God’s sake.”
“I know you love your son, Melody, and so do I. You’re hiding something, damn it, and if it’s something that can help us find him then don’t you think you should speak up? I just don’t under-”
She cuts me off by holding up her hand as if to silence me.
“You what? You don’t understand? No one will ever understand the hell I have been through for twenty-six years. They’re my children. Trust me when I say I know where my loyalties lie, but if you think this is easy for me well then you really don’t know me at all, Clove.”
I swallow back my pride and sit there waiting as she takes a seat across from me in a dark green wingback chair. She exhales loudly as she lifts her head to meet my gaze.
“I knew the day that James took Trent I would most likely never see my son again.”
Tears well up in her eyes and she looks away from me.
“He was so abusive, Clove. I thanked God every day that my sons were too young to remember some of the horrible things their father did. And I will never forgive myself for the way he treated Turner.”
“Zack told me all about it, but I am not here to listen to you tell me how you have suffered and will never forgive yourself. That is your guilt to bear, not mine. I need you to tell me why you never told your son the truth about having a brother– an identical twin at that. How could you keep something like that from him?”
Venom is spewing from my mouth at this point. I don’t give a shit about the damage I may cause with my words.
“You sit over there and judge me all you want to, Clove, but you have no idea what kind of man James is and the things he could do and would do.”
“Are you hearing yourself right now, Melody? Everything you have said to me so far is a bunch of shit.”
Melody straightens her posture and looks me dead in the eye.
“He threatened to kill Turner,” she says, her voice just a hint above a whisper.
“He what?”
“I reported my son missing the minute I knew he was gone. For months and months they searched for both of them. It was as if they just vanished. Trent was too young to go to school, so there were no school records. I have no clue how they survived or what they did. There was nothing, absolutely nothing anywhere. After about six months or so I received a late night visitor just as I climbed into bed.”
Her eyes show the worst kind of pain I have ever seen and her body language suddenly goes stiff with what I assume are unpleasant memories entering her mind. I am a being a bitch and I know this, so I keep quiet to give her the time and space she needs.
“James was in my bed, waiting for me. I was dead tired that night from working and then coming home to a crying toddler. Turner cried for his brother for almost a year. My heart broke every time. What do you say to a little boy when you know his brother is never coming back?”
We stare at each other in silence and my heart cracks right down the middle, thinking of what Turner had to go through at such a young age.
“James put his hand over my mouth and told me he would kill Turner if I said even one word to him. I had never feared for anything in my life like I did that night. He hated Turner. His own flesh and blood.”
I can’t hold back the tears anymore so I just let them fall as I listen to her pained voice.
“H-he said Trent was dead, Clove.”
I don’t blink or turn my head away as I process what she just said.
“So you see? I never once gave up, because for all these years I thought my son was dead; dead at the hands of his own father. There was no way in hell I was going to tell Turner anything. As he grew up I was always afraid he would ask about Trent, but he never did. Not one time did he ask about his brother or his father. At the time I was grateful he forgot about them, but maybe he never did. I don’t know. Maybe as he grew to understand things he didn’t want to hurt me by asking. And now . . .”
She looks down at her hands, which are resting on her lap as she clasps them even tighter.
“Now I have a son who I love more than life itself, and another son who for all these years I have thought was dead and he’s not. So yes, I am living through hell right now, and yes, I deserve to be there. I have to live the rest of my life with guilt and shame because I believed that animal, and now it appears that Trent is exactly like him. And . . .”
“And what?”
I know why he’s here. I know exactly what they want from Turner.”
Her voice is very soft as she continues.
“Turner is about to become a very rich man, Clove.”
Her voice cracks and is filled with agony. I lean forward in my seat, stunned.
“What did you just say?”
Her body stiffens and she stands up and starts pacing the floor.
“He will inherit twenty million dollars when he turns thirty.”
My mouth drops open and I feel like I have just been kicked in the teeth by this sudden revelation.
“How? Why? I don’t understand. Does Turner even know about this?”
“No. He doesn’t know about this. He does know that my parents are very wealthy, but you know how Turner is. Money isn’t important to him in the sense that he has to have millions of dollars to survive.”
All I can do is shake my head in disbelief as Melody continues on.
“I planned on telling him soon to prepare both of you for when the time came. Now I may never see my son again, all because they want that money. James knew those boys would be set for the rest of their lives. All these years he must have been keeping tabs on us, my parents included. And now that both of them are gone and those boys are about to turn thirty, what better way to get your hands on millions of dollars than to switch one twin for the other?”
“Hold on. Why didn’t you just tell Zack all of this in the first place? Do you know where they are? Where might James have taken Turner?”
I know I sound bitter and angry, and a part of me believes I have a right to. She knew. All along she knew and she never said a word. And yet the part of me who loves and cherishes this woman is here berating her when all these years she has thought one of her children was dead and she has carried this burden alone. I just cannot wrap my head around how she must be feeling. For the past few days I have been living in fear of what could happen to Turner since he’s been taken, but my mother-in-law has been living with the same fear for over twenty years.
I lift myself up and extend my arms out to her. Neither one of us needs words right now; we need each other. She doesn’t hesitate as she gets up and throws herself right into my arms. Her shoulders sag in defeat and we cry. We both cry, soaking both of our shirts with tears. She sobs and shakes uncontrollably.
“I don’t know what to do, Clove,” she wails, pulling herself away from me but gripping onto my shoulders as if I am her lifeline. “I wasn’t thinking clearly when I came to your house the other day. All I could think about was seeing my son. This is such a dreadful and unforgivable thing for me to say, but I just can’t think of that man who is pretending to be Turner as my son . . . not in the way the real Turner is. Even so, dear God, I’m still his mother! I will never be able to forgive myself for thinking that way.”
