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  I jolted when Jay pushed his chair back and stood abruptly, snatching up my plate before stomping into the kitchen and making himself busy cleaning. He was brooding, his mood suddenly dark and troubling. I watched him for a while before I slowly pushed back my own chair, placed my empty glass on the counter then went up to the room I had been designated and climbed under the duvet.

  Chapter 12

  Jay

  I shot upright when a scream detonated around the house, the sound ricocheting around my numb skull. It was dark and my eyes blinked rapidly as I scrambled out of bed when another lit the air. “Fuck!”

  I hopped down the hallway as I pulled on my shorts and burst into Beatrice’s room. My eyes volleyed around the room, my focus zeroing in on every dark corner but finally they settled on a thrashing and sweating Bea, her body twisted under the sheet as she writhed and sobbed.

  “Bea.” I rushed over to her, my fingers curling around her upper arms as I tried to stop her fighting with her nightmare. “Bea, it’s okay.”

  Her eyes snapped open and for a brief moment the terror reflected in her eyes made my heart stop. I could see the echo of her tortured sleep and I swallowed back the pain and anger as I pulled her across onto my lap. “Hey, shush,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her protectively and her body shook furiously, the tears from her dream flowing from her chin. “It’s okay, just a dream.”

  “Just a dream,” she hiccupped as she sank into my body and allowed me to comfort her. “Just a dream. He’s not here.”

  “He’s not here Bea, I promise.”

  She nodded madly as she slipped her own arms around me and held on as if her life depended on it. She quietened, her hiccups slowing and her tears drying but she still grasped onto me tightly. The material of the t-shirt I had left her out to sleep in was drenched and stuck to her clammy skin but as she slipped her bare leg over mine when I settled back onto the headboard and gently laid her head on my chest I had to grit my teeth and will my cock to go back to sleep.

  We lay silent for a while, the only sound Bea’s faint weeps and my heavy breathing but the quiet was welcomed and easy as we both slipped into our own minds.

  “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked gently, not wanting to scare her but if she needed to get it out I wanted her to know I was there to listen.

  She shook her head. “No.”

  I nodded but it angered me slightly. I knew she never spoke of what happened. I knew she kept it locked away inside her and it was rotting away, poisoning her soul and grieving her spirit.

  Suddenly she moved away and climbed off the bed. The silhouette of her body in front of the window was mesmerising in the moonlight. My heart rate shifted gear when her fingers gripped the hem of the t-shirt and she pulled it over her head, her long blonde hair falling back down onto the curve of her collarbone.

  “Beatrice,” I warned on a breath, willing my eyes to stay on her face.

  “I want to forget,” she whispered, “Help me forget, Jay.”

  Oh Christ. My good intentions were swiftly flying out of the window when her body called for my gaze and I lost the fight not to look. She was perfect, her tits juicy and plump, her stomach slightly rounded and her hips wide. Her thighs were tight and smooth and her tiny legs were the perfect shape. Her pussy had a trim strip of hair that glistened with her arousal and I licked my lips hungrily.

  I moved as if in a haze, my feet carrying me across the carpet to her mechanically. She stood still, her eyes on mine in the dim light as I lifted both hands to her face and cupped both of her damp cheeks. “Don’t make me do this, Beatrice. Please. I can’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She cleared her throat, her nerves evident as her expression turned to sadness. “Is it because I’m… no good?”

  Jesus Christ! “No,” I urged quickly. “NO! Not at all. You’re perfect, and I know how fucking wonderful you will feel with me but it’s me who’s no good. I don’t make love Bea, I am not the gentle lover that you need.”

  “Then what are you?” she asked, “What do you want?”

  I sighed and wiped at her tears with my thumb, then took the drop to my lips and tasted her sadness. It trickled down my throat and I swear I physically felt it seep into my soul. “What I want doesn’t matter. It’s what you need that does matter, and you have to believe me, it’s not me.”

  I closed my eyes and shuddered when her tiny hand pressed over my rigid cock and her finger started to trace the outline through my shorts. “I think it’s up to me what I want. And right now,” she whispered as she dropped to her knees, “I want your cock in my mouth.”

  “Fuck, fuck,” I hissed, “FUCK!”

  She ran her nail over the waistband then trailed her thumb over the head of my cock when it poked out of the top. “Bea, please,” I choked out. My heart was struggling with the forceful push of my blood as lust started to mist my mind and manipulate everything. Her touch was so soft that I had to slip my fingers into her hair and pull to counteract the tenderness. “Please, I can’t promise…”

  “Then don’t,” she murmured before she poked out her tongue and trickled it across my slit, her little moan making me throb when she lapped at the pre-cum already waiting for her. “Don’t promise.” Then she yanked down my shorts, embraced my balls in her palm and plunged her mouth all the way down.

  “Jesus Christ!” I growled when she sucked hard. Her mouth popped when she came back up. Her eyes lifted to mine and for a single second I saw the same need and hunger reflected back at me as I looked at her with.

  “You taste good.” She licked her lips and the growl that rumbled up my throat made us both blink.

  “I’m warning you now, sugar. I’m losing…” I spluttered when she took me back into her mouth but her hands left my balls and she slid one finger along the tight skin towards my arse. I shook my head and clenched my teeth together when she sucked hard again and reamed my anus with her finger.

  Another snarl alerted me to the yearning deep inside. I wrapped her hair around my fist tightly as I tried to hold the darkness back and closed my eyes when she started a relentless rhythm on my cock with her mouth. Her warmth was amazing, her tongue pressing hard under the shaft and creating a feeling that was indescribable. “Bea,” I hissed when my orgasm threatened to choke her. I couldn’t control it, the sin, and the evil inside me. I was losing control of everything the more she sucked and the more the cum swirled angrily in my balls.

  “I can’t hold on…”

  “Then don’t!” she growled. “Show me who you are!”

  Everything snapped. The world moved away and the air ruptured around me as I lifted her by her hair, threw her face down on the bed and mounted her like a furious animal.

  She cried out when I slammed inside her tight pussy but her convulsing walls gave me all the encouragement I needed. She writhed and thrashed beneath me when one of my hands found her throat and I yanked her back onto my cock harder and harder. Her arse flushed as I cracked it harshly, her scream telling me exactly what the little slut wanted.

  “You like it?” I snarled at her as I thrust deeper and deeper. “You want my cock you filthy little slut!”

  Her head shook from side to side as my grip on her neck tightened and brought tears to her eyes. She was loving it, my hard cock deep in her wet cunt, my sin drowning her gentleness. I always knew she’d take it like a whore.

  “Please,” she begged, her lips turning blue with my hold and my hard slam inside her. I became a machine, my drives harsh and my touch brutal as the most overwhelming pleasure curled around me and powered my ferocious fucks into a remorseless pounding that we both needed.

  “That’s it, beg, beg for it.” I roared as I burst inside her, my hot cum cramming her pussy so much it flowed back out and covered my balls. My whole body convulsed as the bliss tore up my spine and detonated agony into my head.

  “Jay…” she sobbed. “No, please…” Her voice was choked and tight, her weeping loud. “Please…
”

  The atmosphere fractured with the sound of her distress. I blinked and stumbled back when I saw the blood running down the back of her thigh, the deep gauges in her arse from my claw marks making the bile rush up my throat.

  “Oh God,” I rasped. “Oh fuck.”

  She scrambled up the bed, one hand on her throat and the other dragging the duvet up her body as her wide wet eyes looked at me in horror.

  “Bea….”

  “No!” she gasped for breath as she shook her head. “Please, just go.”

  “Bea, please,” I tried as I reached for her but the terror in her eyes showed me everything. “I… I…” My mouth was so dry I couldn’t form words. The devastation on Bea’s face voiced all her emotions without the need to say and I covered my mouth with my hand, attempting to force the vomit back down when I spotted the skin on her neck purpling. “Christ, I’m so sorry.”

  She looked away, her red eyes focussing on the moon through the window. “I asked you to show me who you are, don’t be sorry for that,” she choked out with a deep sob. “But please, leave me. I need to be alone.”

  “I didn’t…. I tried to stop but…”

  “Jay!” she cried out, “Go, please.”

  I winced at the misery in her gruff voice, the crush of her windpipe making my gut heat with rage at myself. I knew I didn’t deserve her, I’d tried to stop it. I had thought I would be able to hold back with her but again, the deep evil within me ruined her. Yet, now, I’d ruined myself too because I had hurt the one thing I swore I wouldn’t and more than that, I had taken her trust and I’d fucked it. I’d taken her gentleness and slaughtered it with my own hunger.

  I turned and shut the door behind me. Then pulling on my leathers and shoving some clothes into a backpack, I pulled my bike from the garage and left.

  Chapter 13

  Bea

  Mr Carter narrowed his eyes on my turtleneck sweater when he entered my office two days later. I coughed and pushed my shoulders back, “Good morning Mr Carter, how can I help you?”

  For a long moment he said nothing, his intense gaze making me squirm in my seat. The action rubbed at the sore skin on my backside and I sank my teeth into my lip to hide my discomfort. Without saying a word, he strolled around my desk and placed a file on my desk.

  Relieved for the distraction I picked it up and flicked through it. “Yes, I’m aware of the allegations,” I divulged as I leafed through the papers concerning a complaint I had received a while ago about one of the security men assaulting one of the receptionists in the wages department.

  “What procedures are in place?”

  “Max King has been suspended on half pay while I investigate. I’ve connected Sarah DeBourges and our counsellor, she’s undertaking a full assessment and luckily Sarah went straight to the police so there is recorded evidence, including logged images of her injuries and semen samples. She also has my personal line if she wishes to be open about the incident.” It was all said very mechanically and I winced at my own words, my mind replaying two nights ago.

  Mr Carter nodded, his eyes still studying me closely. “Thank you Beatrice.”

  “No problem, it’s my job.”

  “Mmm.” I tensed when he perched on the edge of my desk and folded his arms over his chest. “And how is your brother?”

  “He’s still in a coma. Although the doctors have every confidence his body will make a full recovery.”

  “Ahh,” he sighed loudly, “And that’s all the doctors are interested in, eh? The body? What about the lad’s emotional scars?”

  I gulped and looked away, “We all have to learn to accept those, Mr Carter. I’m sure Noah will be fine.”

  He nodded in agreement but then pursed his lips. “And you Beatrice?”

  “Me, sir?”

  “Will you be fine?”

  I nodded. “I’m here for Noah…”

  “I’m not talking about Noah,” he said angrily and swiftly as his hand shot out and he yanked down the neck of my jumper.

  I swallowed and jumped back, the wheels of my chair skidding across the carpet as I tried to get away. “Jesus fucking Christ!” he spat with a rage I had never witnessed in my boss.

  “I’m fine,” I defended as I pulled the wool back up and covered the angry bruises across my throat.

  “He swore to me! He fucking swore to me!”

  “I’m fine!” I blurted as shame heated my face. “It’s my own fault.”

  “How the hell can that be your fault? I knew something was wrong when the fool took off. Don’t you dare defend him, Beatrice! Don’t you dare!”

  “But it is my fault,” I shouted back angrily. “I told him to show me who he was. I fed the animal, Mr Carter and I got my hand bitten. That’s all. That’s all.”

  He closed his eyes and sighed softly. “Do you wish to press charges?”

  “What?” I spluttered. “No. No, of course not.”

  “You should,” he barked out as he stormed from my office, the hinge on the door cracking with the force of his slam.

  Fran scurried inside quickly, her astonished gawp notifying me that everyone else in the department had heard as well. “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, unable to speak as the restriction in my throat tormented my already sore oesophagus. “What the hell crawled up his arse?” she asked as she shook her head in mystification. “I’ve never seen him like that.”

  “It’s just this Max and Sarah stuff, he doesn’t like his employees hurt.”

  She nodded, “Well we all don’t but that’s no reason to shout at you, you didn’t rape the poor girl, nor did you egg Max on.”

  I smiled to cover my distress. “I’m fine.”

  “Oh,” she turned back quickly when she made to leave. “Mia is downstairs, she said you have a lunch date.”

  “Oh shit,” I grumbled as I plucked my bag from the floor and put my PC into sleep mode. “I forgot.”

  “She thought you had,” Fran chuckled, “that’s why she phoned me, apparently you weren’t answering.”

  I frowned and studied my phone, surprised to find six missed calls from Mia that I had never heard ring. “Miles away today,” I explained as I hurried down to the lift, feeling lazy as I descended all of one floor to the ground.

  Mia glared at me as she stood from one of the huge white sofas in the foyer. “About time, I was just about to give up on you.”

  “I’m sorry, busy day.”

  She froze and quirked a brow at me, “What the hell is that?” Her lip curled in disgust as she flicked at my sweater with her fingers.

  “You don’t like it?” I asked awkwardly as I smiled at Bert, the NSC doorman, when he politely opened the heavy glass doors for us.

  “It’s something my frigging grandmother would wear. It’s bloody awful, Bea.”

  “Well,” I shrugged, clenching my jaw in annoyance, “I happen to like it.”

  “It’s also the middle of a heatwave,” she droned on as we ran across the road to The Late Lounge. “I’m surprised you’re not sweating like a pig in an orgy.”

  I rolled my eyes, ignoring her as I placed our order with the barman then found a table in the window. “So,” Mia probed, “Bring me up to speed.”

  “Noah’s the same,” I sighed as I peered out to the passing world, my heart aching with the thought of my brother’s denial to open his eyes. “But the good news is he is mending well and the docs are confident he’ll make a full recovery.”

  “Have you heard anything about who did it?”

  “Nothing,” I sighed. Jay had mentioned to me he had a friend looking into it as well but as of yet, I had no news from either source. “To be honest, the police don’t even seem bothered.”

  She tutted and shook her head angrily. “And Ollie?”

  “Ollie is still his usual happy self. Although Alex is in love.”

  I hid my smirk when she took the bait. The way her eye twitched and her face paled verified what I had suspected about my best friend’s fe
elings towards my younger brother. “Right,” she coughed, “And who’s the lucky girl?”

  I shrugged casually, “No idea,” I uttered as I leaned back and smiled at the waitress when she placed our sandwiches before us. “He hasn’t mentioned her but he’s in his own world all the time. I can see it in his eyes, he’s lusting after someone.”

  She nodded slowly and swallowed before picking up her sandwich, staring at it then dropping it back on her plate. Picking up her wine she downed it in one mouthful. “So have you got your outfit for Saturday?”

  “Saturday?”

  “Emma’s party,” she prompted. “Oh bloody hell, Bea, don’t tell me you’ve forgot.”

  I groaned and rubbed at my forehead. “I’m really not in the mood…”

  “What the hell is with you lately?” she griped. “You need to get laid, maybe that will force your miserable face to actually break into a smile!”

  I glared at her, my temper frayed and my emotions on a dangerous ledge. “You know what, Mia!” I spat as I threw a ten pound note on the table. “Fuck you! Fuck – you!”

  She gawped at me, along with every other person, as I snatched up my bag and stormed from the pub. Two cars blasted their horns at me and Bert wisely jumped out of my way when I thundered through the doors and took the stairs up to my office.

  Kicking the door shut behind me, I quickly lowered the blinds, locked the door and turned on some loud music via my iPod, then sat and cried.

  ***

  Saturday night I sloped into the function room in the loft of The Loft, my eyes scanning for my best friend. She spotted me, blinked then turned on her heels and carried on her conversation with Emma who grinned and waved at me.

  “Go talk to her,” Leo urged when his husband, Hamish, went to the bar to order our drinks.

  “I can’t,” I sighed.

  “You can,” he urged. “I’m sure you were both overdramatic. I know how you girls are.”

  I stared at him. “Leo, you’re the most melodramatic person I know.”