Unjustly Destroyed (Incapable Part Two) (17 page)

“What’s wrong?”

“Um. I can be out in a week, maybe two, if that’s okay? I just need some time to find a place.” He gripped both my shoulders tightly, looking me in the eyes.

“What are you talking about?”

I looked at him, confused. “You said you were ending it.”

He shook his head. “No. Dammit, Emmalin, that’s not what I was talking about.”

I shoved him back, and he looked at me in bewilderment. “Well, don’t say shit like that to me because I can’t lose you too.” I slammed the refrigerator door and walked out of the kitchen. Grayson was hot on my heels. He spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. We stood so close, we could feel each other’s heartbeats.

He lightly trailed my neck. “You’ll never lose me. I claimed you a long time ago.”

After I was sure Grayson was asleep, I took out my phone and looked at the last message I received from Carson. It was sent weeks ago. I replied to it, not even sure if it would even send, but tried anyway.

Me: I have the money

Now, all I had to do was wait.

Grayson

“He’s fucked up pretty bad.”

I nodded at the guard at the door. He was smiling as he let me thru the small room. The first thing that hit me was the stench. The smell of piss, blood, and shit. “How long has he been out?”

“We just woke him. He doesn’t get more than fifteen at a time. That would deem us considerate now, wouldn’t it?”

I turned on the light, and there in the chair sat Carson. He wasn’t even recognizable. They fucked him up good. Both eyes were swollen shut, some of his teeth were on the floor, and he was losing blood. A part of me wanted him to die right there on the spot, the piece of shit. He looked up at me as best he could as I approached, and smiled.

“The man that’s fucking my sister. Congratulations!” He coughed, and blood came out of his mouth. I rolled up my sleeves and punched him on each side.

I grabbed him by his shirt. “She’s not your sister, you fucking piece of trash.” He laughed as I threw him back.

“Oh, come on. This fight isn’t even fair. I’m all tied up,” he drawled on. I had to remind myself, I couldn’t kill him. Not just yet.

“Who are you working with, Carson?”

He laughed louder before spitting out blood. “Why? Afraid of something? Hurting me isn’t going to solve your problem. Killing me won’t either. If I come up missing, those pictures are set to go live to every major network.”

I turned on him. “You think I give a shit about some pictures with me fucking some other women? I don’t give a damn about that. Release them. I don’t give a fuck.”

He threw his head back and laughed. This guy was crazy as fuck. I didn’t have time for this. I headed for the door. “Oh, you will care! I promise you. You will fucking care. You
will
fucking care.”

I headed back upstairs where Ruska was overlooking the streets. “He’s insane.” I took the Cuban out of his fingers and took a drag. Damn, that tasted good. He smiled at me.

“He’s been rambling some bullshit ever since he’s been here. Nothing he’s said is coherent. Half the time, he acted like he didn’t even know what we were talking about. He just kept repeating the same shit.” I watched as Ruska lit up another Cuban. “I say we kill him. Get it over with.”

I rubbed my head. I thought about Tyler being killed, then I thought about Emmalin. She sure as hell didn’t need any more of this shit in her life. “Wait a few days; see if you can drag anything out of him. Set him free, then make it look like an accident.”

Ruska blew out a puff, and then smiled. “Consider it done.”

Three days later, I received a text, with one word.

Done

For three days, I felt like I was holding my breath. I looked over at Emmalin. She was sleeping. Not peacefully. I debated waking her up, but instead wrapped my arms around her, and softly whispered in her ear that it was over. It was all finally over, and the first thing we could go back to doing was planning our lives together.

Emmalin

While Grayson was in the shower, I placed the gun in a bigger purse, deep inside. He wouldn't question my decision to change bags. I'm a woman. We do that. I still hadn't heard from Carson, and I was starting to get anxious. I was finally able to withdraw the money from my trust fund given to me by his father. If anything, he was right about that. He should have it. It was blood money. It probably wasn't enough to keep him quiet, but maybe it was enough to get him to go away. 7.25 million dollars. That's what I had. I laughed out loud. To think all these years, I could've easily used it. I was working multiple jobs. I could hardly afford to pay for insulin, there were days where I could barely eat, and skipped taking insulin because I was 'rationing' it because I adamantly refused to touch that money, which ultimately ended up making me sick. I shut my eyes, thinking back when Grayson found out I was still making hospital bill payments from two years ago.

"So, I think I've finally mastered making chicken pot pie. Third time’s a charm, and I didn't burn the crust this time."

Grayson chuckled as I set the dish on the table. "I love how domestic you've gotten. Makes me want to keep you barefoot and pregnant." He pulled me into his lap, and I cringed at the word pregnant, then quickly changed the subject.

"Well, you haven't tried it yet, so it may not even be any good. And you know I'm never barefoot. I hate it." I got off his lap and scooped his serving onto a plate, as he poured us each a glass of white wine. "This is Magda's recipe, so I hope I did her justice."

He smiled as he cooled his off then took a bite. "I love it."

I smiled, and I started eating mine. We ate in silence a few moments, with just the sounds of our forks against the plates.

"When do you start planning for your charity benefits?"

"Typically around the spring time, I start seeing what hospitals could benefit the most. Speaking of, I paid off the rest of your hospital balance, from two years ago. How would you feel about going on a mini weekend vacation next month? Take some time away from the city. Just me and you. Sans clothes." He gazed at me, with that half smile, and a glint in his eyes.

I was frozen mid-bite. He was so nonchalant about the hospital bill. I put my fork down and cleared my throat. "What did you say?"

"Weekend getaway. No clothes."

I waved my hand. "No. Not that. The hospital bill. You said, you paid off the rest of my hospital balance."

He casually took a sip of his wine. “Yeah. What about it?”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Why did you do that? How did you even know about that?” He leaned back in his chair. “Grayson, that was a $4,000 hospital bill I’ve been paying off, from an arranged payment plan.”

“I’m a little perturbed you didn’t tell me about it. I came across it by accident; it was mixed in with my mail.”

I shut my eyes. “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Well, I did. And since we’re being honest with each other, I then ran a report on you, and any other bills you owed, I made sure they were taken care of as well.” My head snapped up as he poured himself a glass of wine, like what he said was completely normal. “Haven’t I made it clear that you’ll always be taken care of? Jesus, Emmalin, you don’t even need to work.”

“So what? I do everything that you want me to do? You keep me under lock and key? You pay for everything, and I’ll have nothing of my own. And if this happens to go to shit, or you wake up one day and decide you no longer want me, you’ll throw me out, and I’ll have nothing but the sticks I came in with.”

He calmly placed his glass down and was quiet for a moment. Just when I thought he wouldn’t say anything, he placed his hand over mine. His warm hand calmed me almost instantly, and I knew I was becoming irrational. “Do you remember when I told you I loved you?” I sighed, because none of this had to do with what we were talking about. He began rubbing his hand on mine. “Do you?”

“Of course I do. Like it was yesterday.”

“And what did I say? What were we talking about that day?”

I looked down at our joining hands. “You sent me shopping. Alistair took me, and I was bothered by the prices in the store. So I walked out of there with nothing, except for the belt I bought, and handed you back your card. I was saving you money.” He quirked up the corner of his mouth in a slight grin. “Then I came home, and I was frustrated and overwhelmed about the whole thing.”

“What did you tell me?” He urged me on.

“I told you I was scared to be lost in you, and then you told me you loved me.” I smiled. “And you told me you wanted me lost in you, because you were lost in me.”

He nodded. “I meant all of that. I still do. I always will. I plan on…” he stopped talking. “You’re mine, so I take care of mine. You don’t have to work, but I support the fact that you want to. But I sure as hell don’t want you saying you’re doing it because it’s future planning for when you decide I’ve had enough of us, because it sounds to me like you’re preparing for it. If you want out, tell me now.”

I slowly stood up, and he watched my every moment. Shit. He was right. That’s exactly what I was doing. I was still using excuses. Even Tyler said the same thing, but I always felt like I needed that security. I thought back to lunch that previous day with Tyler and Chace. Grayson was running late.

“I feel like we’re having our own little special lunch club. I’m used to fucking on lunch, and now I’m reduced to having lunch with you guys.”

I watched as Chace took a sip of his scotch, then he winked at me. “You know you love it, don’t even deny it.”

“I’m pretty sure we all know who you’d rather be fucking.” Tyler didn’t miss a beat with his jab.

Chace rolled his eyes, and looked back at me. “Where’s your husband, did he say what time he was getting here?”

I laughed. “You guys are ridiculous with that. A girl moves in with her boyfriend, and society automatically labels them as husband and wife. People can’t live together anymore these days? Grayson and I are two different people. We’re far, far from that.” I laughed as I took a sip of my water. Chace and Tyler stared at me with amused grins on their faces and shared a look.

“You know he’s going to marry you, right? Ooh, can I walk you down the aisle?”

Tyler jabbed Chace in the side. “I’m her best friend. I get to walk her down the aisle. Besides, I’ve known her longer.” I sat there listening to both of these idiots talk as if I wasn’t even there.

“Emmalin?”

Grayson brought me back from my thoughts. “You’re right,” I whispered. “I’m so used to protecting myself, and preparing for the worst, that I didn’t think. You’ve told me time and time again that this was real.” My shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry.”

He stood up, walking toward me. “Maybe I haven’t proven enough to you that this is real.”

I shook my head. “You have. More than you know. It’s me. I just need to get over my relationship issues. I love you. I know that, and I want to be with you, but I also like some independency too.”

I glanced up as Grayson entered the kitchen, and he leaned down and kissed me on the top of my head. “How would you feel about Abby and Noah staying with us for a few days? Meredith and her husband were wanting to take a trip and were thinking of hiring someone, but I told them if you were okay with it, we would love to have them.”

I eyed him wearily as he watched me. I smiled, but I was also confused. “I would love that. I think it’s great, but I’m surprised you would agree to that. You barely let me go out, with everything going on, so you’re fine with them coming here?”

His expression grew serious as he turned me to face him. “He won’t be bothering you anymore.” I watched as he crouched down in front of me and moved my hair off my face. I wanted to say something, but waited for him to finish. “It’s been taken care of. He’s been taken care of, Emmalin. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

I bit my bottom lip, because if what he was saying without actually saying it was true, Carson was dead. Carson. Was. Dead. I felt the tears form in my eyes. “Nod if you understand, baby.” A tear slipped. “I know there’s a lot of emotions going through your mind right now. And this is a lot to take in.” He looked down at my hands gripping the edge of the table and began smoothing them. “Focus on me and my voice, alright? It’s over, Emmalin. It’s all over. I’m here right now with you.” My tears were freely falling as I stared into his eyes. “Whenever you’re ready, just nod that you understand.” I shut my eyes. I was free. I was finally free. I opened my eyes and barely managed a half nod before I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his neck, knocking us to the floor.

“Thank you,” I whispered in his ear.

Chapter Nineteen

“How?”

He squeezed me closer to him. “That’s not for you to know.”

I was quiet again. Even though it was probably around noon, the blackout curtains in our bedroom always made it seem like night. I picked my head up off his chest and looked at him. “When?”

He looked at me and sighed before placing my head back on his chest. “Also not for you to know about. You’re safe. Just how you should be. You’re in my arms, also how you should be, the only problem being you’re not naked.” He pulled me up so I straddled him and lifted my shirt off.

With quick work, my bra was gone. He moved so he was sitting up, and guided his hand to the back of my neck, bringing my face to his. He nipped the bottom of my lip, before swiping his tongue over my lip. I reached up to where his hand was and brought it down to the front of my neck, and he paused.

“Claim me,” I whispered.

He studied me closely. “Claim me, Grayson. Make me not scared anymore. Claim me completely.” I watched as his eyes darkened at what I was saying. What I was asking him. I had always feared anything relating to neck play. I was always choked when I was being raped as a child, and I feared it. The first time Grayson put his hands on my neck, I froze and shut down on him. Now, I was asking him to take my fear away completely. His hand tightened, and my eyes didn’t waver from his. I felt my pulse quicken slightly. He leaned down and tugged a nipple into his mouth as he applied a little more pressure, and I moaned.

He suddenly flipped me over, and I was laying on my stomach. He pulled off the rest of my clothes and climbed up behind me. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” I whispered.

“Who do you come for?”

I shivered as he trailed a line down my spine. “Only you.”

He toyed with my entrance, which had me purring. “And who makes you this wet, Emmalin? Who makes you so fucking wet and makes you come so fucking hard?” I moaned as he thrust three fingers in, fucking me relentlessly. I grabbed the sheets, clenching at them hard. “I can feel your cunt tightening on me, begging for me to let you come. Is that what you want to do? To come?”

I was panting hard. I felt my core starting to clench down. “Yes,” I yelled out. His thrusting slowed, and I started to panic that he was going to do his orgasm denial again.

“Shhh, not yet. Don’t worry, I need you to hold on just a few more minutes. I promise, I’ll let you come. I’ll let you come as many times as you want.” I nodded, still gripping the sheets. I was trembling, and a light sheen of sweat had broken out on my skin. “You are so fucking beautiful when you submit to me. Even more beautiful, now that you’ve submitted to me fully.” I arched my back, wanting to feel more of his touch, and he smirked as he swatted my ass, which did nothing but make me beg for more.

“Patience, my vixen. Patience.” He swatted my ass a few more times. “Stay in this position. Don’t move; I mean it.” He moved off the bed and went into the closet. I was so primed up, I swear I could come if I breathed a certain way.

He finally came back, lightly grazed my clit with his fingertips, and I jumped. He held me down by the small of my back. “What do you want?” he whispered in my ear, as he slipped two fingers in, gliding over that sweet spot deep inside of me that had me seeing stars.

“I want you to own me, claim me. All of me.”

“What else?”

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it. I want you to fuck me like your dirty little slut.” I gasped at the words that fell out of my mouth.

Grayson growled. “Shit, Emmalin, I am so fucking hard right now, and hearing you say that almost made me come. Fuck almighty, the things you do to me.”

He shifted slightly. I was so wet that I could feel it trail down my thighs. He ripped the crotch of my panties off, and bunched the rest of the material further up my hips. He gathered more wetness from my entrance, and slowly used it to tease the puckered hole of my ass. I stilled, and his grip on my hips tightened. “Relax baby, I know we’ve never done this, but I’m claiming you. All of you.” I tensed as his finger pushed past the resistance. He reached around with his other hand and began circling my clit, which distracted me, and I found myself pushing back, wanting more. Just when I was starting to get used to it, he inserted another digit. The sensation was different. Fuller.

“You’re doing beautifully. So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my neck. I felt him align himself at my entrance and push in slowly, and I started to see stars. With his fingers fucking my ass, and now him fucking me, my body couldn’t process fast enough what was going on. “I need to feel you squeezing me, love.” His other hand reached around and rubbed my clit, then he pushed into me as far as he could and stilled as I came around him. I buried my face in the sheets, screaming, as the waves of pleasure overtook me.

“Fuck, baby, you gripped me so hard. Your pussy is dripping down my balls. It’s such a beautiful sight. It took a lot of restraint to not come with you just now.”

I lightly laughed, still gripping the sheets. My body was soaked in sweat. “I think you’re trying to torture me with all these new sensations.” My body was so tingly and never felt so alive.

He chuckled. “I was hoping you would say that. I felt him ease his fingers from my ass, and immediately felt the coolness of a substance hit afterwards. I turned my head to see what he was doing. “Turn around. I told you I wanted you in one position.” I quickly complied, getting anxious. He shifted again, and the head of his dick slowly inched its way into my puckered hole, and I immediately tensed.

“I need you to relax for me.”

My breathing had picked up, and I started to panic. “That’s easy for you to say, your body doesn’t feel like it’s being ripped.”

He kissed my shoulder, inching forward again, and I felt myself start to crawl up the bed, trying to get away, when his grip tightened on my hips. “It’ll only hurt if you make it hurt, but I’m claiming you. All of you. You’re controlling this, Emmalin.”

He was right, I was controlling this. I relaxed a little as he inched in again. I bit down on my bottom lip. “Almost there, baby.” And finally, he bottomed out. He stilled, giving me time to stretch around him. His hands wandered over my body, plucking at my nipples, as he laid kisses down my back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. So beautiful and perfect, and mine. All mine. Completely and utterly mine.” He massaged my back. “You doing alright?”

I nodded. I was still biting my lip.

He chuckled. “Oh, baby, you forget how well I know you, and your body.” He started to move, and I gasped. He reached around, and I expected him to rub my clit, but I felt buzzing instead, and I jumped.

“Fuck, Grayson.” The sensation from the bullet against my clit, and his thrusting getting faster had me ready. The speed on the bullet sped up. He trailed a single line up my spine to the base of my neck, and moved my hair to one side, and his hand wrapped around my neck. Not in a threatening hold. But in a possessive hold. And I wasn’t scared. I fucking loved it. I loved every minute of it. I smiled at the pleasure; the bullet sending me over the edge as he pounded into my ass hard, before finally collapsing on top of me. I was his possession. I was his. I was officially claimed.

I walked around with a smile the rest of the day. I felt renewed for some reason. Different. If I was addicted to Grayson before, I was a straight up addict now. He actually had to tell me no for sex at some point because we had to get the place ready for Noah and Abby’s arrival. Didn’t mean I couldn’t give him a blow job while driving to the store.

“I think we cleaned out the store.”

He smiled as he stored the games we just bought in a closet. “Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve had them, so I don’t want them to be bored. Three whole days with them; anything can happen. They’ll overrun this entire place.”

“That’s because they have you wrapped around their little finger. Just like you’re wrapped around mine.”

I yelped as he lifted me over his shoulder. “Around your finger, huh? Baby, you got me by the balls.” He swatted me on the ass and took me back to bed.