Revealed by You (Torn) (26 page)

I leaned my head back and looked up at Brett.

His jaw clenched and unclenched.

“Are you okay?” I asked, turning towards him.

His blue gaze met mine and he smiled. “Long day.”

“Ready for Vegas, lover boy?” I started unbuckling his belt and pulled his shirt out of his pants.

“I am ready for our honeymoon. Being in Vegas with my wife is just an added bonus.”

I smiled. “Getting to meet Mathis’ wife will be interesting.” I had no idea what she was like but once he told me that he got married, I ended up seeing their names in the paper. Something about her being a high paid call girl. I liked the guy. If he was happy, then I was happy for him.

Brett grunted in response and placed his glass on the counter. “What are you doing?”

“My husband is stressed. I’m going to make him feel better.” I lifted his shirt, pushing it to his waist and kissed just above his belly button.

“How are you going to do that?” he asked, his voice lowering.

I smiled and nipped along his waist, biting my teeth into the hard muscles just above his hip bone. “I’m going to suck your cock and then you’re going to fuck me.”

“Hmm...no making love?” he asked, fisting my hair in his hand.

“Not right now. I want you to give me all of you.” I bit into his flesh, making him jump.

“You will pay for that,” he growled, pulling back my head.

My heart stuttered at the heat in his eyes. Reaching into his pants, I pulled out his thick length and wrapped my hand around the base of him.

He groaned and sat back, tightening his hold in my hair.

“What do you want my husband?” I crooned licking my tongue over the tip of his cock.

His nostrils flared. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

My core clenched with desire for him. “Guide me.”

I covered the head with my mouth, closing my lips around the tip and took him as deep as possible.

A soft groan escaped him as he held my hair in his hand. “Your greedy mouth is hungry for me.”

I moaned and nodded, releasing him with a pop. “Always hungry for you.” Our eyes locked. Pushing his shaft against his stomach, I licked up the length. Grazing my teeth lightly over him, I kissed and sucked, devouring him completely. The smell of him, salty yet sweet, just about did me in.

I grabbed hold of his pants and boxers and pulled them off of him. His thick erection, hard and wet from my saliva made my breathing pick up.

Reaching under my dress, I pulled off my panties and dipped a finger through the soaked folds of my pussy.

He grinned. “You wet for me?”

I nodded and gripped him tight in my hand, stroking him from base to tip.

“I want you inside me,” he husked.

My heart thumped. “You sure?”

Brett nodded and moved his ass to the edge of the couch.

I covered the tip of his cock with my mouth. Inserting a finger inside of me, I coated it with the juices of my body.

Picking up speed with the strokes of my hand and mouth, I brushed my soaked finger from the heavy sac to between his ass cheeks.

“Evvie,” he breathed, bucking against my mouth.

My body buzzed with adrenaline knowing I was giving him the pleasure he had always given me. I rubbed my finger over the rim, lubricating it before pushing it past the tight barrier.

“Oh fuck.” His hold on my hair tightened as he started thrusting his cock between my lips.

Matching the thrusts of my middle finger with the movements of my hand and mouth, a thrill ran down my spine at the moment of control.

“Deeper,” he demanded.

Lowering my mouth to the base of his cock, it hit the back of my throat at the same time I pushed my finger into him as far as his body would allow.

His dick swelled, pulsing in my mouth before his release shot down the back of my throat. He came on a growl, my name leaving his lips.

I moaned swallowing him completely, thrusting my finger in and out of him as hard as possible.

All too soon, Brett pushed me back onto my knees. Wiping a finger along my mouth, he smirked and inserted it between my lips. “Suck.”

I licked his finger, swallowing the taste of his essence. “Did you enjoy that?”

His mouth brushed over mine. “Your warm mouth wrapped around my cock is something I will always enjoy.”

“Yeah?” I smiled and cupped the back of his neck.

“Hmm...stop teasing me and bend over.”

I laughed and did as he said.

Hiking my dress to my hips, he thrust his cock into my waiting heat.

I whimpered, my body stretching to meet the size of him.

His hips sped up, his pelvis hitting my ass after each deep impact.

“Oh God, Brett. Harder. Please,” I begged, meeting him thrust for thrust.

He gripped my hair and slammed his cock into me.

The rough movements mixed with the tight hold he had on my hair, brought me over the edge. I screamed, trembling around him, his name leaving my lips until my throat turned raw.

“You like my dick deep inside you, lover?” he growled, pushing into me as far as possible.

“Yes, harder.” I didn’t know why or what had come over me, but it felt like I needed him under my skin. I needed him more than ever, giving us both the ecstasy we craved.

“How hard?”

“Rip me open,” I blurted. My eyes widened at the dark words leaving my lips.

Brett grunted and gripped my hips with both hands. “Hold on.”

I braced myself, my fingers digging into the carpet as he impaled me so hard, my knees lifted off the floor. “Oh yes,” I screamed, coming undone around him.

He pulled my core open with his thumbs, pounding into me. “Your hungry cunt is nice and wet for me.”

“I need...you deeper,” I panted.

He snarled and brushed a finger over the hole of my rear before pushing it between the tight barrier.

I gasped at the wonderful feeling of erotic pain as his fingers spread me open.

“You want me rough?”

I nodded. “Break me.”

His fingers pulled at my ass as he thrust his middle finger deep inside of me. His cock powered into me, hitting the sweet spot that was made just for him. “Like that?”

“Oh yes. More. Please, give me more.” The words leaving my lips were new for me and for him but I needed him to consume me. To reveal the dark urges he had slowly brought to light. To possess me. To control my aching body.

He replaced his finger with two, thrusting them inside of me hard.

The deep delicious roughness of his cock mixed with the movements of his fingers pounding into me at a frantic rate, made us come at once. We collapsed a moment later with him lying on top of me.

He spread kisses on my upper back, nipping lightly and grabbed hold of both my hands. “Thank you for that.”

I sighed. “No, thank you.” I think we both needed it. The feeling of losing control as we gave each other what we needed and took what we wanted, sent a thrill down my spine.

Brett moved to get up when I squirmed.

“No. I want to fall asleep with you inside me,” I said, grabbing hold of his hand.

He pulled down the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around us.

We curled up on the floor and I fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his length still semi-hard inside of me.

***

I woke the next morning in our bed, sore and stiff but happy and elated. The spot beside me was empty with a white piece of paper on Brett’s pillow.

Gone to the club.

Be back soon.

Love, your husband

I smiled and stretched before rising from the bed.

I trudged to the kitchen, made some coffee and yawned, waiting for the warmth of the caffeine to finish brewing.

As I was about to pour myself a cup of the heavenly goodness, a knock sounded. Frowning, I walked to the door and opened it. At that moment, I felt like an idiot for not checking the peephole.

“Claire,” I gasped as the tall red head stood before me.

She chewed her bottom lip, not meeting my gaze as a woman stepped from around the corner.

My eyes widened. Brett’s mother sneered at me. “Diane, what the hell are you doing here?”

She smirked. “Why, we came to see you, of course.”

TWENTY-THREE

“What the hell do you want?” I asked gripping the door handle tight in my hand.

Claire looked away, her gaze not meeting mine as Diane pushed her way past me. “We came to chat.”

Claire scoffed. “No, we didn’t. You want to ruin her.”

“Get the hell out of my apartment,” I screamed, my body vibrating from the rage over what that woman had done to my husband.

Diane sneered, her brown eyes darkening as she looked at Claire. A woman I thought I would never see again. A woman I thought I would hate for the rest of my life. But as I looked at her, something was off. Her hair was pulled into a tight messy bun. Her skin paler than usual. And her high cheek bones, sunken in like she hadn’t eaten in days.

“I want to talk to you about Brett,” Diane said crossing her arms under her chest.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” I asked through gritted teeth. I wanted to rip her hair out, punch the smirk off of her ugly-assed face and wipe the floor with her. My brother, Ethan, taught me to fight and at that point, I had to force myself not to dive at the woman.

Watching his mother take a seat at our kitchen island did something to me. My stomach clenched. I felt dirty like just the mere presence of her tainted our home.

Diane laughed. “I didn’t do enough apparently, since he married you,” she said, indicating the wedding set on my ring finger.

I crossed my arms under my chest and glared as Claire gasped.

“You guys are married?” she asked, her eyebrows narrowing.

I ignored her. “What do you want, Diane?”

Diane grinned. “I want to offer you—”

“No.”

Both of us turned to Claire.

“I don’t want any part of this now that they are married,” Claire said and took a step past me.

“You wait just a second.” Diane ran a hand through her brown curly hair.

“Either you leave or I will call the police.” I held my stance, firm and stiff while I waited for Brett to show up.

“Diane, we should leave,” Claire said, heading towards the door.

“No. Tell her why we are here.”

I frowned and waited.

Claire huffed but looked me in the eyes and sighed. Her gaze softened. “I am so sorry.”

“What do you mean?” Never in my life would I have thought that Claire would apologize for anything, let alone to me.

“Tell her,” Diane commanded.

“I am pregnant,” Claire said, opening her sweater.

My gaze landed on the bump protruding from her belly. My heart raced. “Who...” I swallowed.

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

A hard lump formed in my throat. I couldn’t imagine it being Brett’s. My husband’s. What would we do if it was? What would
I
do if the baby was his? Could I love it like it was mine?

Diane smirked. “Now we got her attention.”

“I swear, none of this was my idea.” Claire closed the distance between us and tentatively grabbed my hands. “I wasn’t ready for children...”

“Then why?” I cried, pulling from her grip. “Why would you try and have Brett’s baby?”

“To trap him, of course.”

I looked at Diane as the words left her lips and swallowed past the hurtful things I wanted to yell and scream at her. Not like it would do any good. How could she be so evil? “You want his money. That’s why you want to trap him. What if it’s not his?”

Diane frowned and looked at Claire. “Who else did you fuck?”

Claire looked between me and Diane. “It’s not important.”

Diane grabbed her arm. “Like hell it’s not. Tell me. Who else could be the father?”

“My brother,” I mumbled.

Diane huffed. “I told you we needed to trap Brett. Have his baby and then we would get his money.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. “You are a sick woman. Don’t you think enough has happened since you’ve come back?”

Diane sneered. “Not enough has happened. Brett is mine and will always be mine.”

I growled. “I don’t think so. I married him. I am his wife. I am his and only his. I don’t care if you’re his mother, you disgusting bitch. He’s your fucking son!”

“You think so, do you?” she asked stepping towards me.

I rolled my eyes and headed towards my phone. “Leave, before I call—”

A moment later, everything went black.

***

“Evvie, wake up.”

I groaned at the deep voice in my ear. Opening my eyes, I met Brett’s dark blue gaze before noticing Claire sitting in the corner of our bedroom. A police officer stood off to the side. What the hell happened? My head pounded, a shot of pain screaming through my mind as I turned back to my husband.

“You okay?” Brett asked his eyes narrowing.

I nodded, pinching the bridge of my nose. “What happened?”

He sighed and kissed my forehead. “Claire told me everything. My mother slammed your head against the wall.”

I frowned. That explained the headache. I sat up and cringed as my stomach rolled. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I swallowed past the onset of nausea.

“You feeling up to some questions, Evvie?” the policeman asked me.

I nodded and winced as a sharp pain stabbed me between the eyes. “Yeah.”

He asked me what had caused Diane to knock me out. What did she want? Did she threaten me? I answered the questions that were thrown at me, not believing my own ears when the words left my lips.
Trap Brett. Money. Baby
. I couldn’t believe it.

Brett told the officer about Stefan wanting a million dollars for Claire not paying him. At that point, Claire gasped and a silent sob shook through her. I didn’t know what her deal was. A part of me felt sorry for her but then the other part reminded me that she brought this on herself.

We also mentioned Diane and Brett’s stepdad attacking him a couple of weeks prior.

“Looks like you folks have been to hell and back. If you need anything else, here’s my card,” Officer Jones said, handing me a small rectangular business card. “I will make Diane pay for this.”