Black Thorns: Chapter 34

You might be fucking her, but I’m the one she comes back to every night.

Mori A.

That’s the card I got with the package of essential oils that showed up at my apartment this morning.

Right after Naomi fucking left.

I didn’t think she’d stay just like that, but I’d hoped she would at least talk to me about it, not disappear like she did seven fucking years ago.

She won’t be disappearing now.

I slide my attention to her as she grabs the seatbelt with both hands while watching the road.

When I followed her from her company, I meant to go all the way to her house and kiss her in front of the fucker before I kidnapped her.

There’s been a slight change in plans, but my intention still stands.

Aside from her initial fight, she’s been quiet all the way here, just watching the road with her dark, haunting eyes.

“We…did we just pass the sign to Blackwood?”

I remain silent, tapping my forefinger on the steering wheel.

“Sebastian! Why are we back in Blackwood?”

“This is where it all started. Seems like a perfect crime site, don’t you think?”

She pushes back in her seat, her delicate throat bobbing with a gulp and her cheeks paling.

Fear radiates off her in waves.

Good. She needs to be fucking scared.

“What are you going to do, Sebastian?”

“Have you ever seen a kidnapper share his plan with his victim?”

“Is this about how I left this morning? I…couldn’t just stay.”

“Yes, you could have, and I don’t just mean today. I also mean seven fucking years ago.”

“You’re only judging me from your perspective without even knowing mine.”

“Because you refuse to fucking share it. But I’m done coaxing you into this.”

I swerve the car to a dirt road and she squeals, digging her black-painted nails into the seatbelt.

Then she freezes as she makes out our surroundings.

“Sebastian…no…not here…”

“Yes. Fucking here.”

I stop the car, kill the headlights, and step out of it, then round to her side. She tries to scramble away, but I grab her by the elbow, undo her seatbelt, and drag her out.

The scene is like déjà vu.

“Remember Blackwood’s forest, Naomi? Turns out, the mafia does use it to bury corpses, after all. Reina was found assaulted and on the brink of death right here. Doesn’t that bring back memories?”

“No…no!” She hits my chest with a closed fist as she wiggles and tries to push me off her.

“Save the fight for when I’m pinning you against the fucking ground.”

“Why did you bring us back to the forest? It’s where you were shot and they took us.”

“It’s also where I chased you the first time, and I’m in the mood to repeat it.”

“You’re out of your mind if you think I’ll run now.”

“You’re talking as if you have a choice. Run or I’ll leave you here.”

“You…wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“We’re not twenty-one anymore, Sebastian!”

“What? You’ve lost your stamina?”

“I’m wearing heels.”

“All the better. I can catch you faster.” I release her and she steps backward, but her wild gaze remains on me, her hair in disarray, framing her soft, pale face.

“And then what? What if you don’t catch me?”

“Oh, I’ll catch you. Whether I do it sooner or later is up to you.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

At least it’s not all the time. “That makes two of us. Now, run.”

She startles, but like in the fucking past, she turns around and runs.

Her movements aren’t as fast as back then, probably because of the shoes.

I jog behind her, my muscles tightening with the need to hunt. To fucking chase and conquer.

And eventually hurt.

I don’t fantasize about inflicting violence on everyone. Just her. My Naomi.

One of her shoes falls off her foot and she stops for a fraction of a second before she kicks the other one away. Her pace picks up when barefoot, and she starts darting between the trees, going in a zigzag line in an attempt to lose me.

It works for a mere moment before I’m on her tail again, feeding off the prey pheromones she’s emanating.

My beast claws its way to the surface, magnifying and expanding with every step that brings me closer to her.

I inhale the scent of her, lilies and thrilled fear, and I know I’m a breath away from grabbing her petite body and throwing it down, then fucking her thoroughly.

It doesn’t matter that I was sick just last night. Tonight, I feel stronger than the fucking devil.

Naomi chances a glance over her shoulder and squeals, the sound echoing in the dark silence before her frantic movements spiral out of control.

She’s acting on pure survival mode now, pushing her muscles to their limits and probably consuming a week’s worth of oxygen.

My own wave of energy kicks in and my leg muscles move fluidly and with purpose. The more she darts between trees, the more determined my beast becomes.

The clearer her scent becomes, the faster I chase her.

She pauses when we come to a clearing. The rock we used to talk and fuck on is still there, a natural witness of our fucked-up darkness.

An unmovable object that stayed there even when we didn’t.

And now, we’re just back to square one.

I use her hesitation and grab her with my arm around her waist, singlehandedly lifting her up.

She yelps, her throaty voice reverberating in the air as her tiny body claws, squirms, and kicks in my hold.

Her groans are pure and primal, just like my harsh breathing.

I wrap my other arm around her and carry her to the rock as she fights to get out of my grip, even as her whole body seems to catch a burning fire.

Fuck the fight in this woman.

No one but her would kick and claw me even when their eyes are shining with lust for me.

This is part of the reason why I could never move on from her, not even if I wanted to.

I shove her body against the rock so that she’s bending over with her tits on the flat edge. Naomi yelps and scrambles forward, attempting to escape. I slap her on the ass three consecutive times.

Her shriek is fucking music to my ears as it fills the forest, its spirits the only witness to our depravity. Our fucking reality.

The spanking doesn’t kill her fight, although it lessens it, she still tries to swat my hand away.

I grab both her wrists and imprison them behind her back, then yank her head back by a fistful of her hair. “Stay fucking still.”

“No…nooo, let me go!”

“Scream all you like. No one will hear you here. It’s only you and me, my dirty little slut. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch you? You can run for a fucking decade and I’ll still grab you by the throat.”

“I didn’t run…”

Her words start a fire at the base of my spine. “Stop saying shit like that when you fucking did.”

“No…you idiot. I didn’t!” Tears shine along her lids, and I have no clue whether they’re crocodile tears or pained ones.

I release her wrists and her hair, and Naomi falls back against the rock with a gasp. But I don’t let her get comfortable. I want to be all over and around her and fucking inside her every goddamn second and never let her the fuck go.

Reaching to her front, I unzip her pants, then lower them and her panties.

My hand comes down on her ass at the same time as I thrust three fingers inside her. She’s soaking from the chase, but her shriek pierces the air.

Her nails scratch against the rock’s surface, probably to find a reprieve from me, but there’s none.

There’s no saving the lamb from the wolf.

I fuck her with my fingers and stimulate her clit hard enough to make her jolt and moan.

Still thrusting my fingers in and out of her wet cunt, I retrieve the vial of essential oil from my pocket. It’s been burning since I put it there after I planned for its perfect use.

I remove my hand from her pussy and she groans, a disappointed sound that’s like a musical masterpiece to my ears.

“Stay in fucking place,” I order, then pour the oil on both of my hands. Its strong notes of cedarwood, rosemary, and pine fill the air as I throw the glass bottle onto the dirt.

My palm lathers her cunt and she moans, even if there’s still a fight in her tense muscles. “Your husband thought it was a genius idea to send me oils and remind me that he’s the one you go back to every night. So I’m going to fill your holes with his precious oils, so when he smells them and sees my cum on your cunt, he’ll know who you actually belong to.”

She writhes on the rock, not out of fight, but out of a need for friction.

“Such a greedy little whore, my Naomi. Do you need this pussy filled?”

“Mmm…”

“How about your other hole?”

I part her ass cheeks and thrust an oiled finger inside. She goes rigid, her spine jerking up before she relaxes around me.

“He’ll smell me and his fucking oils on your ass, too. He’ll see me everywhere in you.”

Her breath breaks and I know she’s close to orgasming, but I don’t give her that pleasure and pull out my fingers.

“Sebastian…” she pleads, her aroused voice a fucking aphrodisiac to my starved dick.

I lower my sweatpants and lather my length with the fucking oils.

“Beg for my dick to fill your cunt, Naomi.”

“Please…” she murmurs, the word barely audible.

“More.”

“Please fill me.”

“I didn’t hear that.”

“Please fill me with your cock. Please, I want it. I need it. Please…”

Her whispered moans, the brokenness of them, does me in. I drive inside her with a deep groan, then watch where we’re joined as I add another finger in her ass. “Your cunt is fucking made for me, baby. Isn’t it?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Now tell me to fuck you the way we both want it.”

“Harder…faster…rougher…make me take your whole dick…punish me…own me…give me everything you have to offer even if I can’t take it…”

“Fuuuuck!” I nearly come then and there, but I hold it in and drive into her with the pace that’s made us Sebastian and Naomi.

We’re twisted. We’re fucked up. But we’re us.

“More…please…take me, Sebastian. Please. Don’t hold back. Make me as filthy and as dirty as you want me…”

I pull out almost immediately, then slam back in, making her scream.

Holding her nape with one hand, I move the other one in her ass, covering it with oil and thrusting deep. I match my dick’s frantic pace until a depraved sense of pleasure is all I can feel.

She clenches around me, shaking with an orgasm, and I slide out of her cunt. Her thighs are quivering and her legs are barely carrying her.

I part her ass cheeks and thrust my rock-hard dick inside, groaning at how tight she is.

Naomi cries out, even as she wiggles her ass, taking more of my thick length inside her.

I twist her clit, then pound three fingers into her cunt as I fuck her in the ass. I do it savagely, roughly, out of fucking control.

She’s sobbing now, begging me to stop, but then she murmurs, “More, please more…”

And I give it to her.

I give her everything in me, and it’s not only about sex.

I give her the fractured parts of me that I haven’t been able to mend together ever since she turned her back on me in that fucking cell. I give her the side of me I don’t even like.

“Sebastian…oh, please, please…no.”

“Please no? Do you want me to leave you high and dry, baby?”

“No…”

“Then say the right words.

“Yes…Please…yes…yes!”

My pace increases until she’s begging and sobbing and clenching all around me. I grab her by the hair, then by the throat as I roll my hips and drive into her. My tongue finds her cheek and I lick her tears before sliding down to feast on her quivering lips.

She kisses me, her tongue meeting mine and her whole body melting against me.

I come then. My cum shooting deep into her back hole as she shudders and releases the most erotic sounds I’ve ever heard.

“On second thought, you’re never going back to him,” I growl against her ear, panting harshly. “No one but me will ever fuck you again.”

“No one has.” She pants, her dark, teary eyes meeting mine. “No one has fucked me since you.”