Covered, a mess, and on fire.
Feeling his cum on me feels like his mark. His claim. It feels like I’m his, and as filthy and naughty as it is, I just want him to pick me up and do it all over again. I want his cum on me, and in me. I want the taste of him on my lips and feel of him on my skin, always.
Our mouths tumble together as he slips his cock back inside of me and gently pulls me down. He grinds into me slowly, letting me feel him as we just roll our hips like that and come down from our high. Our breaths mix, our tongues tease each other’s, and without even a word, I know what this is.
This is perfect.
This is everything I want.
This is the man I’ve fallen for. Even if it’s wrong. Even if it’s a scandal. I don’t care. All I know is, he’s all I want.
* * *
We stay like that until the fire burns low — me perched in his lap with his cock still hard and still filling me up. Eventually though, the flames flickering away, I shiver, and Diesel chuckles as he picks me up and stands.
“Let’s get you inside.”
He wraps the blanket around me as he tugs on his own boxers. His big arms scoop me up, and I giggle, my heart racing and feeling happier than I’ve ever been as he carries me towards the house. We pause at the side door, and when I pull him into me and kiss him slow and deep, I know this is everything.
I know he’s it for me.
I’m lost in that kiss. So lost, in fact, that neither of us hears a thing before suddenly, the camera flashes bright white across us both.
I gasp, my heart jumping into my throat. Diesel snarls, whirling with me in his arms.
My jaw drops.
Oh shit…
10
Diesel
“Well, now this is perfect, isn’t it?”
The guy speaking — the one holding the camera — is Danny, Alyssa’s manager. But my eyes only hit him for half a second before they’re moving past him, to the man standing behind him. They’re moving past Danny, narrowing to slits, and then clouding with blind, red, rage.
Because the man standing behind Danny is David fucking Prichard.
Something roars inside of me, like an animal tearing free, and I’m about to lunge for him with my bare hands ready to snap his wife-beating, child-abusing piece of shit neck. But he stops me with a shake of his head and raises his hand — a hand holding a phone that’s clearly recording a video.
“Smile for the camera, Diesel,” he chuckles.
I seethe, my shoulders heaving and every muscle in my body tensed and ready to snap.
“You piece of garbage,” I snarl, advancing on him.
David grins as he waves a finger. “Uh-uh, Diesel. How about you stop right there? You can call me as many names as you want, but let’s be clear.” He grins. “You touch me, and I’ll make sure you head right back to your cozy little prison cell. Got it?”
I see red mist, my hands clenching to fists and the world spinning around me. But then, there’s a hand on my arm — a soft touch, and a scent I know.
Alyssa.
“Hey,” she whispers, moving behind me, her fingers tightening on my skin as she kisses my bicep. “Breathe.”
And I do. And the blaring siren in my ear tones down, and the red mist clears.
But, David Prichard — the man who put me away for stopping him from beating on his wife and child — is still standing right in front of us, grinning at me.
“Danny, what the fuck are you—”
“Shut up!” Danny spits. He laughs this sort of crazy sounding laugh as he shakes his head at Alyssa. “Just shut the fuck up, you spoiled little bitch.”
Alyssa stares at him, and I growl as my teeth grind.
“Four years!” he barks. “Four fucking years I’ve put up with your shit and dealt with your drama.”
Alyssa hisses at him. “My drama? Oh, you mean the bullshit you and your fucking PR team set up for me?! That drama!?” She swears, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry that you made a fortune over the last four years while you helped push me into situations and career moves I never wanted to make, you asshole.”
Danny sneers at her. “Well, I’m done, you little cunt, and—”
“You watch your fucking mouth,” I roar, moving between them and looming over Danny. He swallows, his face paling as he looks up into my face, before he steadies himself. And he smiles.
Something’s up here.
“The problem, Miss Campo,” David sneers out. “Is that you assumed Danny was loyal because of his manager’s cut.”
“You got rich off of me, you piece of shit!” she spits at Danny.
David just chuckles.
“Well, he’s about to become far richer. Hell, I should pay you too, for doing such a wonderful job of making sure this all fell into place.”