Chapter Fifteen: Colette

I'm confused. The whole point of not asking her to leave was so the both of us would be safe. Especially now we know Howard knows where we are. This is no longer just about me.

"Alison."

"I need air and you two need to talk."

I purse my lips. She's done her part. She's let him know the pain I've endured and how much freedom means to me now I have it. What it means to us both. The door slams and I feel my legs wobble from beneath me. My head throbs, but I can't tell if its because of the injury or the the stress of the situation I'm in. Elijah hasn't said a word, or moved for a matter of fact. He just stares, his eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly.

"Did he really do everything she said he did? The cheating. The domestic abuse."

"Every last bit."

"I'll kill him," he states boldly. I've heard him say that before. In fact it was right after the incident at Jodie's. Standing to his feet. "Itll be slow, and painful. Hell wish he never laid eyes on you."

He comes towards me and before I can react he engulfs me in the tightest hug. He buries his face into the crook of my neck, harshly inhaling my scent.

"I'm sorry. If I had known I would have left you be. I would have told him you had vanished and I couldn't track you. You would be safe to live out your life."

"You didn't know."

He nuzzles into my neck. I don't know what to do. Do I embrace him? Reassure and Forgive him?

"I'll take him down. I'll make him pay for ever touching you."

I've seen angry, murderous Elijah. I've seen him fight back the urge to ravish me. Right now, its the remorseful, tender Elijah that I wasn't sure he was capable of being. I give in and accept his contact, his pity. My arms reach around him as tears crash down onto his shoulder.

"No one will ever hurt you again, Colette. Not even me."

He pulls back, his hands cupping my cheeks. Ever so lightly, he places his lips against mine in one of the most delicate kisses I've ever received. Can I trust him? The man whose working for my husband? Could this all be a trap to have me lower my guard again?

The kiss deepens. It is as though my body has a mind of its own. I cling to him while his hands explore over my body. I reverse, pulling him with me down the hall towards my bedroom till he stops me and lifts me from the ground, planting my back against the wall just to the left of my door. I can feel it, his growing erection straining in his trousers as his hips push into me. He sucks on my bottom lip then drags his own down and across my jaw to my neck. I breathe out his name as he slowly grinds against me. This is going to happen. I want it to happen. In this sick, twisted way. After everything Howard has done, I should take the opportunity to enjoy myself before I get my revenge on him… and Elijah.

"I want you," I whisper, nibbling on the lobe of his right ear.

"Are you sure? Even after what you know?"

I tighten my thighs around his hips, raising myself slightly so I rub up his bulge and back down as I relax them again.

"I'm sure."

"Fuck."

I wasn't prepared for the animal I unleashed as he kicked open the door with me still holding on to him. He drops me to the bed, placing a knee between my legs as he removes his shirt. Debuting a chest made by the gods and covered in tattoos, he gets to work on undressing me. He makes light work of tearing my panties from my hips with one hand while the other unzips his trousers and wrestles with his twitching erection.

Despite having just felt his size against me, it's even bigger than I had thought. I want to tell him to be gentle, that Howard was the only man I've ever been with. But that crazed look in his eyes, one of pure lust, tells me he's going to have me what ever way he wants. He slides a hand back and forth up my inner thigh, tracing patterns while the other fists his cock in his hand. Dragging his finger tips higher, he slips one between my lower lips, over my already dripping hole, up and round my clit. He adds a bit of pressure to it as he rubs up and down, circling round it till I beg him to stop playing with me.

"What do you want me to do, Lettie?"

His hand slows around him, his eyes dark as he watches my body squirm while he plays with it.

"I want… ugh… I want to feel you inside of me."

He slips his finger downwards, this time teasing my soaking entrance.

"You want to feel me right here?" A mischievous grin stretches across those perfect lips.

"Mhmm."

"Words, Lettie. I need you to tell me exactly what you want me to do."

I feel shy all of a sudden.

"I want to feel every inch of you inside me. fucking me."

He spits down on my pussy before pushing his tip between my folds. His hands land either side of my head.

"There's no going back from this. No one will ever see you in such a lewd state again. Only me. Not your husband. Just me. Are you sure this is what you want?"

I gulp hard, nodding my head.

"Words." He commands. I can hear the frustration and urgency in his voice.

"I want this. I want you to fuck me."

That smirk appears on his face as it lowers closer to mine.

"Good girl."

My hands clamp onto his back, my nails digging into his flesh as he shoves his entire shaft deep inside me without warning. I gasp, trying to catch the breath he has just pounded out of me. He covers my mouth with his as he slams his hips mercilessly in to me, over and over again.

The vigorous motion has my large breasts bouncing out the neck line of my chest, a sign in his eyes to wrap his lips around my hardened right nipple.

"Elijah… oh fuck."

There's no doubt about it, my cries of pleasure can definitely be heard out side, along with his grunts and words of praise as he tells me repeatly how well I'm taking his cock. How I was made for him, a perfect fit. How even in my vulnerability, I am the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. I feel it, that butterfly feeling when your pussy throbs before reaching that state of ecstasy.

"Keep squeezing me like that, and I'll end up filling your cunt up."

I can't tell if he's egging me on or if it's a warning for me to stop it before he can pull out.

"I can't help it. I'm so… close."

My legs start to twitch as he keeps at just the right pace, hitting just right. A different kind of warmth spreads though my body as I cry out his name, my back arching. He doesn't stop, despite my reaching of completion. He pounds harder til he jolts back quickly and spirts hot cum over my thighs and stomach.

"Holy shit," he tosses himself, emptying what remains in his cock over me like marking his territory. Those dark eyes soften as he pants, looking at his handy work before dropping his hand back to the side of my hair and claiming my lips for his own once more. After a short while of showering me with affectionate kisses, he draws back, a look of determination on that handsome face. That's two more expressions I can add to the list of Elijah's emotions.

"I mean it, Colette," he starts, brushing sweat covered strands of hair from my forehead.

"I will bring him down. I will show the world what a monster is and give you the true freedom you deserve."

"How? He has too much power for one man to bring him down."

"It's simple. We give him the perfect bait to draw him out and catch him in the act. But right now…" he kisses my forehead gently.

"I think we should get you cleared up."