Tyler

No fucking way am I going to miss the opportunity of fucking her. I rev up the engine, and we shoot forward. I jump onto the motorway. Ashley clings to my back like her life depends on it, a damn very good feeling. Me and her and my bike—that’s a perfect mix. That’s our exciting present and our happy future.

The kids? We should have more kids. They make your life interesting. More colourful. More challenging, but in the good way.

I turn into a narrow road that’s guarded by high walls of vegetation, and three hours later, we stop in front of a motel.

Ashley slides from my bike and puts her hands on her hips. “Really?”

“Two hours.” I jump off, grab her hand and put it on my hard on. “You can’t do this to me. I can’t ride my bike in such shape.”

She erupts into laughter.

I yank her to me as she bounces off me, and I wrap my arms around her to steady her. “Two hours and then we’ll go to pick up your kids from Mike’s place.” I plant a kiss on her forehead. “They’re so busy playing with other kids—“

“No.”

I put my hand on her ass and rub my dick against her tummy. “He wants you, Ashley. One hour. He wants one hour in your hot pussy.”

She sucks in a breath, her cheeks flushed. “Alright. One hour.” It comes out in a seductive whisper.

I press my lips against hers. God, it feels so good. She opens her sweet mouth for me and her tongue welcomes mine. My dick screams to fuck, and my rationality evaporates.

“You see,” I rasp.

“One hour. I feel like a bad mother anyway.”

I pull away and drag her inside the motel. We check-in and tumble into our room, my lips on hers, my hands on her round ass.

“I love you so much,” I say. “Marry me. Marry me tomorrow.”

“You’re crazy, Tyler.”

I pull her hoody over her head then remove her t-shirt. “Crazy about you.” I slide my fingers under the strap of her white bra and pull it down.

“The bra stays on,” she growls.

“No fucking way.”

“Tyler, I can’t—“

“You can. You’re beautiful.”

I reach to her back and unhook her bra. It falls off as my eyes travel to her beautiful breast begging for my mouth to kiss it. I lower my head and swirl my tongue around her nipple. She moans and sinks her fingers into my hair.

I love her moans and it looks like she loves my hair.

Ashley

He draws my breast fully into his mouth and sucks it as his fingers unbutton my jeans.

It’s dreamy. Wonderful. Perfect. My heart pounds in my chest, as my stomach fills with butterflies. I feel beautiful like never before.

Tyler removes my trainers and slides my jeans and panties down. I step out of them. His hot mouth kisses a path down my tummy as his fingers spread my pussy lips. I’m wet for him, ready for him.

His finger slips in. My pussy clenches around his digit. It’s been so long since I was close with a man. Four, five years?

“Relax,” Tyler says.

“Okay.”

“And trust me.”

“I do trust you.”

He chuckles, and I pull at his long thick hair in return.

We move towards the bed, and I tug at his cut. He shakes it off. I pull his t-shirt over his head and unzip his jeans. His hard cock springs free. It really is enormous.

“I’m all yours, sweetheart,” Tyler says.

“All eleven inches.”

“All yours. Forever. My wolf’s word.”

Our glances collide. A realisation blasts in my head. I’m his and he’s mine. Like some fucking destiny.

He peels off his trousers, removing his boots and we lie down on the bed. He’s on top of me, my legs folded and spread for him.

His lips touch mine as his cock throbs at my entrance. He pushes in. Pain surges through my tummy as his thick shaft fills my pussy. He is stretching me even though I gave birth to two kids.

“Tyler,” I gasp.

“Told you,” he rasps. “You won’t regret it.”

“God… you are…” My voice halts as my body shivers.

“Just enjoy it.”

One desire floods me—I need his monster to move inside me hard and fast. “Fuck me.”

“Tell me you’re gonna marry me.”

I growl my frustration. “That’s not fair.”

His mouth caresses my neck as he glides his palm over my scar with so much tenderness that it touches my very being.

“Marry me,” he demands.

“Fine. I’ll marry you. Just—“

His mouth moulds to mine as his cock moves inside me. It’s so intense I yelp and tremble beneath him.

“God,” I gasp.

“For you. Always.” Tyler sounds like he’s gritting his teeth.

We sway in a primal rhythm, every thrust like a promise of bliss. It feels so good. It feels so right. I rise higher and higher. I explode in ecstasy.

Tyler pulls out of me. He strokes his cock and spills his hot seed over my tummy. A growl leaves his mouth.

“Fifteen minutes, Ashley.”

I erupt into laughter. “It was worth it.” We steady our breaths, and I crawl away from beneath him. “There’s a shop across the road. I want to buy some stuff for my kids.”

“Sure.” He jumps off the bed, slips into his jeans then slaps a wad of money into my hand. “Hurry.” He ties his long brown hair on the back of his neck and flashes me a boyish smile.

God, I melt again. His eyes radiate so much joy that it hurts.

I pull my underwear and clothes on. My mind clouds with euphoria. Butterflies fill my stomach. I realise that I’m in love. Tyler moves closer to me. He puts his hands on my waist and plants a kiss on my lips.

“Hurry, Ashley.” He kisses me on the mouth again. “You taste like heaven, you know?”

I exit the room.

I feel so weightless. Tyler’s smell still lingers on my skin as though I’ve been claimed. My feet carry me, almost above the ground. I pick up speed to cross the road. A sharp loud sound causes my head to turn. My eyes lock on a truck five steps away from me.

Tyler

Luka kicks the scumbag. “Fingers first?”

I tighten the grip on my knife. “Fingers first.”

The scumbag weeps, his bruised face looking grotesque in the white light of the naked bulb that hangs from the ceiling. The smell of urine and vomit whips my nostrils.

He is going to suffer as were the six women he killed.

It took us a year and a half to find him. He was smart, but we were smarter. Nikko hacked all the big transactions that had been made in the area and we found out that an antique ice-cream shop had been sold off. Right. A lot of fridges to use them. Now, the scumbag is in Chaviva’s basement, chained to the wall.

My mind is cold. Calculating. I’m precise. Finger after finger and each of them is placed neatly in the box that I’m going to deliver to Rebel as promised.

The scumbag writhes and screams and shits himself. He hisses something in Russian.

I look at Luka.

He shrugs. “Sally was his wife.”

“Very unfortunate, Foka,” I say.

We chop his toes off.

We chop his dick off.

He is a monster.

Or maybe Luka and I are monsters.

It doesn’t really matter. It must be done.

Luka slits his throat in one smooth motion and pours acid over his corpse. We hide in the farther end of the basement behind the red-bricked wall until it’s done.

I go upstairs and have a shower. Then I go to visit the graveyard—my favourite place to enjoy solitude. To think about my beloved Ashley.