Chapter 53

Lillian

The air was heavy with smoke and burning flesh. My throat was sore from throwing up too much.

  Noah was alive but deeply injured. Only one of the four bodyguards had survived.

   I watched from high up in the window with a thick blanket wrapped over my shoulders.

He was burning the bodies. He didn't call the cops, he carried the bodies to the backyard and burnt them. I don't know if he felt the gravity of the situation we were in like I did.

I should tell the cops, killing people was wrong and illegal. But I wasn't stupid. We also could not call this self-defence.

   He waited for the bones to turn to ash before packing them into black plastic bags.

  He threw the bag in the trunk and then drove off to dispose of the bodies, taking Noah and the guards with him, Probably to the hospital.

I went back into the bedroom and waited for him to return.

Who should I be more afraid of?

Tyrell, who could and would hurt me, but he was still far away, or Zayden, who killed three men right in front of me without an ounce of emotion on his face, and  Who I was married to and sleeping with.

  I lie on the bed, my mind blank. I was still shaking. What do I do now?

Zayden will never let me go. He already made that clear. Tyrell wants me back and he'll do anything to get me.

The sound of him pulling over jolted me from my thoughts. He soon came into the bedroom. His eyes landed on me. We still hadn't said a word to each other.

   I wanted to avoid him, maybe just stay away for a while till I had cleared my head so I went into the bathroom.

I took off my clothes and let the cold water hit me. The bathroom door opened, and Zayden stepped in naked.

He came up behind me, joining me in the shower. His hands rested on my waist and he pulled me till I had my back to him.

I tensed, goosebumps crawling on my skin. He was holding me with the hands he used to murder three men.

" Relax your muscles." He whispered, spreading soap on my skin.

"You should have called the cops." I breathed, my pupils dilated.

He sighed, washing me with soap." We both would have been dead before the cops arrived. We both know the cops can't do anything about this. You said so yourself."

I was shaking again; he was trying to justify what he did." You.....you killed them. You took lives!"

He paused for a moment before continuing to run his hands over my body." I vowed to protect you, and that includes ending anyone who tries to hurt you."

Should I be feeling some sort of special because right now, I couldn't feel a thing.

I turned to look him in the eye." You burnt the bodies! You've got blood on your hands!"

He ran his hand through his wet hair." Didn't you see what they did to Noah? They were going to take you from me, they were going to hurt you!"

My lips quivered, and my lacrimal glands were beginning to leak. It's my fault. it's all my fault again." He wanted me unharmed. If I had simply gone to him myself then this wouldn't have happened. You wouldn't have blood on your hands. "

I was now sobbing. Aiden was right all along. He is a psychopath. The only difference between him and Tyrell was that Tyrell enjoyed torturing me, but Zayden could torture anyone for me.

" I'm not justifying my actions and I'm well aware that this can get me in jail." He sighed before continuing. " I don't know precisely what he did to you, but I know he broke you, and I swear, I won't let that happen again."

I pressed myself against his chest, crying because someone cared. In his sick way, he cared. That's the first time someone has ever said that to me.

Thomas knew and Victoria knew what Tyrell was doing to me. They knew because after I realized what I had gotten myself into, I went back to them for help but they turned me away.

  They laughed and threw me out.

  He said I was better off dead. Neighbours said I was a whore, people said it was my punishment for being born. No one wanted to help me.

I was alone.

I suffered alone.

I bore the pain alone.

I was tortured alone until Claire found me, and I managed to escape.

  I wanted to open up now, I felt like I was finally ready to get this load I had been carrying for years off my chest.

" You want to know my story?" I looked up at him, my vision blurry.

He grazed my cheek." Only when you're ready to tell me."

I swallowed. If I wanted to do this, then I might as well get something in return.

" I'm ready, on one condition."

He rolled his eyes and a small chuckle left my lips." Fine."

"You'll tell me about you. I want to know your story too" I left my fingers to draw circles on his chest.

He stared at me, his expression cool but the look in his eyes was the  opposite." Okay."

I was taken aback. I wasn't expecting him to agree so soon.

I nodded and then picked up the soap. I need to wash up before I start getting cold.

He took the soap from me." Let me."

I didn't protest and let him wash me. His hands grazed my skin and left sparks as they moved.

He purposely squeezed my breasts as he spread soap on them.

" What's your deal with boobs?" I crooked a brow.

His eyes never left my chest, he licked his lips. His fingers lingering a bit longer than they should.

" I like breasts, the same way you like dicks." He phrased.

Blood rose to my cheeks."You're so dirty-minded. Don't you ever think about anything else?"

He  cupped my ass, lifting me till I was circling his waist." I think about your ass and this little cunt ."

He pushed a finger inside me and I gasped, water from the shower rushing into my opened mouth.

" I think about fucking you all the time, I think I'm addicted." He grazed his tongue on my neck, placing himself at my entrance.

My back hit the wall the next second as he slammed into me. I gripped his broad shoulders a loud moan escaping my lips.

I suddenly remembered that we'd been having sex without protection.

"Zayden, wait!"

He thrust into me again, not listening to what I was saying. I hit his back, making him stop.

" What?"

I tried to catch my breath, my pussy aching in need.

"I'm not on birth control," I told him.

"And I don't have condoms." He replies.

I tried to release myself from him but he was already buried deep inside my core.

" I do, it's in my closet." I felt him twitch inside me, his cock growing a bit bigger.

" I don't think I have the patience to wait for you to get it. I'll pull out before I cum, I promise."

I didn't get a chance to counter because he pounded into me again. He didn't stop, he lifted my leg till one was on his shoulders and the other one clutched around his waist.

I moaned, my eyes rolling back. He hissed out a breath, fucking me hard and deep.

I was so wet that he slid in with little resistance. His hand came to my neck, gripping it lightly.

My cunt tightened. I like it when he chokes Me. I never thought I would, but I did, and right now, I wanted him to squeeze harder.

As if reading my mind, his fingers tightened. I gagged, feeling my wetness dripping down my legs along with the water from the shower.

" You like this huh?" He grunted.

I  arched my back, raising my hips to meet him halfway. We were now moving in a sweet rhythm.

  "You're so tight." He groaned and then flipped me over.

I was now bent over the sink, my legs spread wide underneath me.

He slipped in slowly at first then faster and deeper.

" Ahh, yes." I moaned, my breast bouncing as he fucked me from behind.

"Faster, harder!" I moaned.  I thought I could keep up if he went faster but I couldn't.

He grabbed my tighs and lifted my legs from the floor.

My legs were now dangling in the air while I held on to the sink for support.

I started screaming, my breasts bouncing with each hard thrust. He wasn't gentle, he had never been and I was drooling over it.

His thrust was wrecking my walls, I could feel it hitting deep in my core. Our fucking was so intense; all I wanted was to keep going till I passed out from ecstasy.

"You"- thrust-" are"-thrust-" mine"- thrust. He grunted, reaching forward to squeeze my breast.

The pleasure washed over me, my walls clenching hard as the orgasm hit me like a tornado.

" I'm not", I gasped; my mind was hazy." Yet." I finished.

He bit down on my shoulders, still thrusting his hard length into my love hole." Yet." He repeated.

A wave of feelings washed over me. It felt like hope.

It felt like desire and satisfaction.

He kept going and then he flipped me again till we were both on the floor, the water raining down on us.

He folded me in half, pressing my knees to my chest. Using his palms to push my thighs down, my legs widened some more. My pussy  opened wide for him to feed his eyes.

  He slid in, and the sound of his cock parting my pussy sent electric waves to my brain.

I moaned as he pounded into me. Another orgasm forms quickly. I had carefully observed our sex. The least I'll have is two orgasms before he finally comes. So by the time we're in the third round, I'd have six orgasms while him just three.

It was insane,having to delve in another round of pleasure when I haven't even come down from the first.

He continued his hard thrusts before we finally came together. Completely forgetting to pull out,he shot his seeds deep inside me.

My legs were sore, my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't keep them open.

  "Lillian, I..." Zayden grunted, his heavy breathing filled the bathroom.

I sluggishly turned to face him, my eyes half open.

" I think I ....." He paused, swallowing.

My chest tightened, waiting for me to speak.

" I...I think I'm...." He closed his mouth the next second, his eyes staring deep into my eyes.

I felt my eyes sting. I don't know why I expected it. He couldn't even say the words.

" You what?" I pushed, wanting him to finish even though I had a hint about what he was about to say.

His eyes fell and a small smile crept on his lips." Never mind."

He picked me up and I didn't protest.

He couldn't say the words. I bit down on my cheeks, burying my face in his chest to hide the tears that had escaped my lashes.

He did the right thing. We had a contract so such things were forbidden. What I didn't understand was why it hurt and why I was crying.