Book TRK
Chapter 29 (Beggar)
Chapter 29 (Beggar)
Big hands cup my hips as his fingers dig into them as a familiar feeling of belonging to this enforcer
startles me when he spins me around and I stare at his face, his shiny red eyes.
I could easily say he looks like a man who just lost his whole world, but I know he is just a man
searching for one to call his own.
"What do you expect me to do. YOU left me! YOU betrayed me! What the fuck am I gonna do Beauty,
and now here you are and the only thing on my mind is how desperately I want to kiss you right now,
my brother's killer."
His confession is low, but the emotion behind it suffocates me. His lips are glorious and electric as it
collides with mine.
He breathes on my mouth, and I open my lips and inhale his air through my own.
Our breath now one.
He darts his tongue out and I open my mouth, my lips dangling with his as his fingers grip my hips,
pulling me closer to his body.
My own hands go around his waist and inside his shirt and Zero crushes me to him as his hands and
arms take full possession of my back, and his mouth controls my own, as his tongue dances with mine,
sucking me in.
And in this moment I feel, I almost want to cry it is so consuming, like I am tasting the essence of life.
He lifts me up and my legs wrap around his, as my fingers dig into his neck and his own grip my ass
cheeks and he rubs his fingers into my denim-covered flesh and I moan.
Zero doesn't waste our stolen time as he places me on the wooden table and pulls down my shorts,
neither do I when I grab at his jeans and slip my hands in knowing he isn't wearing any boxers.
I pull out his cock, he stops kissing me as his fingers slide away from the small scrap of material
covering my cunt from his penetration.
Zero's green needy gaze breaks through me as his two fingers push into my wetness.
I grip his cock, hard. Two of my fingers manipulate the head as he likes it and watch as his neck is
thrown back, head up, and his mouthparts.
He hisses and brings his hot breath down to my ear as he places three fingers stretching me out.
“You fuckin' killed me when you left, and now you bring me to life,” his words are said through clenched
teeth, and I don't think as he lifts me up and I lock my legs around and guide his length into me.
Zero pushes me down onto his dick and I am the one who extends my neck this time at the pleasure I
get and his familiar scent wrapping around me as his naked flesh pleasures me in a way only Zero
knows.
My fingers grip around his nape and my mouth sucks in a series of breaths as his lips suckle on the
flesh of my neck right where my pulse beats.
His hands move me at an angle as I gyrate my hips, taking his cock in a languid feel of two lovers
united once again.
It feels like our stars has once again joined. Like I am his.
I take this short time and I don't stop or think of anything besides his body, hands, and the feel of his
dick.
My body builds with each stroke, the feeling in my womb, the heart that beats in my walls, as the blood
rushes, as it swells up and sucks his girth further in. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
I lose my mind as I race my body to the promise of what comes, to the bliss I am certain is sure to
follow, to the one thing I am guaranteed will bring me ultimate pleasure and I don't stop.
My insides explode and I milk his release out of him as he makes a delicious noise. We both cumin',
and my eyes open to his watching me, both of us locked in this moment.
Now I am not his brother's killer and he is not the man I can never have.
I am just me, a woman with no past or future, just this moment, and he is the man who is looking at me
like I have all the answers he seeks.
Zero touches my forehead with his and his eyes hold me as a slave to his soul. His eyes tell me what
he wishes me to say and I am sure mine tell him that I can't.
Words are just words, the truth has nothing to do with what is said and everything to do with what can't
be.
I feel the moment pass by as I would a car if it sped past me on a road- fleeting.
My eyes fall, knowing the truth, Zero would never forgive me, and I can never surrender.
He drops me down and pulls up his denim.
I stand there as he walks behind me, and comes back to hand me my shorts and underwear.
He doesn't watch me change as he once took pleasure in, but returns to his task which I see is
cleaning his gun.
His cum is leaking from between my legs and I don't mention us not using a condom as I know he must
know that.
I use my small piece of underwear to wipe my legs and a few of my private parts. Then I slip on my
shorts and slip the scrap in my pocket. I touch the material covering my neck, my newfound shield.
“I should go,” I tell him once I am done buttoning up my denim. I spin on my heel to do just that.
“Are you going to kill my brother?” His words stop me dead and my head drops in shame, as my eyes
close as the inevitability of my answer is sound,
“An eye for an eye.”
“He wants to kill you too, how do I choose you over my own flesh and blood,” his question is an answer
on its own. Deep words were spoken calmly, as he remains at his task.
I turn my head, see a man who is broken, pretending to be sane, and the honesty spills from my
poisoned lips, sealing our fate.
“You don't, blood is blood.”
He is quiet and I stare long and hard at his harsh carved-out face.
Zero is a man who probably belonged to the Vikings. A man born to protect innocent people, kill his
enemies.
Much like me, only my plight for vengeance has overshadowed everything else in my life besides one
person, one baby, an innocent girl who didn't deserve the deal she got.
“I don't want you to go, stay, help me.” His honesty is a surprise as much as the small smile playing on
his lips and I find myself standing next to him and taking the white cloth he hands me.
A silent tear slips down my eye, as I realize that even knowing that I will kill his brother he still offers me
a smile.
I don't hope as I wish to, I don't think or imagine a future as I want to.
I pick up a piece of the gun and stand with my shoulder brushing his arm and I help him clean the gun.
We don't speak after that, hours go by as the day dims.
We are quiet, our words non, not when he kisses me again, not when takes my body on the table which
held his gun and fucks me hard and long making me scream in utter bliss.
Zero and I share not a word when our small moment is over shadowed by Knight who comes to tell
Zero that Quinn has been looking for him.
And just like that on a sunny Wednesday I spend a day with the man who owns the final piece of me,
only to be reminded that he is not mine as he turns his back to me and walks away, into the arms of
another woman without a backward glance.
I have always felt dirty, unworthy.
This time I don't know why I feel it more.
The night seems to feel it too, as it bleeds on, darkening this Wednesday, reminding me of who I am,
what I am.
But this time I remember that it is not true.
Kylie Bray said it, a girl I once looked at and judged, taught me that the only person who can accept me
is me.
The only person who determines how much respect in what I am is me.
Kylie Bray, billionaire heiress told me, Beggar- A woman that spent her entire life on the street that I
was worth more than all the zeros in her bank account.
She proved that the day she chose me knowing that she might die.
Kylie never looked at me as beneath her. Kylie thought I was good enough.
Now I wait for Zero to say the same.
Only he doesn't come back.
I can honestly say that I finally feel let go.