Point is, Jeremy was a constant, and when I lost him, just for a few minutes, I realized how futile my fight was. That it didn’t matter how scared I was of being hurt. Losing him terrified me more.
As if well aware of my phobia, Jeremy spends as much time as he possibly can with me. It helps that he has a separate house built a bit far from his parents. That way, I don’t have to worry about people hearing us when he fucks my brains out.
He's been nothing short of an insatiable beast ever since we came here together. Something about payback for all the time I didn’t let him touch his favorite thing. Me.
“Seriously, stop it.” I try and fail to wiggle free from his hold.
He just finished fucking me, and I can barely move, but his cock is hard and ready for another round.
“No can do.” Jeremy wraps his arms around me from behind, his erection poking at my arse cheeks. He nibbles on my earlobe, my throat, the side of my breast, everywhere. And I can’t help tilting my head to the side to allow him more access.
We’re standing in the middle of his house, in the living room, after he chased me from the bedroom to here.
“I’m sore.” I whimper when he bites a sensitive spot on my throat.
“I’ll take care of that, but first…” His cock nudges against my back hole.
“Didn’t you hear the part about how I’m sore?”
“Not here.” He makes shallow thrusts against my back hole, and I shiver.
“Jeremy…”
“I love it when you moan my name.” His voice roughens, his touch turns more passionate, desperate, like he can’t get inside me fast enough or own me hard enough.
“Jeremy,” I whisper and kiss his lips. “Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy.”
“Fuck, Cecily. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Just like you’re going to be mine.”
“Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Jeremy,” I murmur.
“Am I the only one you love?”
“Only you.” I touch his cheek, melting when he leans into my touch. “Do you love me?”
“I’m fucking crazy about you, Lisichka. I love you more than words can express.”
“What do you love about me?”
“Your melodic voice and the elegant way you speak.” He kisses my throat where my vocal cords are. “Your addictive taste.” He nibbles on my pulse point. “Your fucking water lilies scent that if I don’t smell, I get a headache.” He sniffs my neck and then behind my ears before he kisses my nose, my cheek, and my eyes. “Your face, the way you look at me, the way you look when you see me, the way you look when I’m touching you.”
I’m floating so high at the impact of his words that I’m surprised I don’t crash and burn from the heights I reach. “How are the ways I look at you different?”
“You look at me like you love me. Your lips part, and your eyes widen the slightest bit when you see me. As for when I’m touching you? You look like you love being owned by me, chased, possessed. You love being mine.”
“I do. So, so much.”
“And I love it when you’re mine, Cecily.”
“Me, too.”
“Only mine?”
“Yes.” I chuckle. “Stop being so jealous.”
His arms tighten around me. “I’m a jealous man. I’ll always think about the years you crushed on that fucker Landon.”
I reach a hand out and stroke his cheek. “You can have the rest of my years, Jeremy.”
He starts to spin me around when the sound of the door opening reaches my ears. Jeremy pushes me behind him and throws a thin blanket over my nakedness.
Scrambling, I wrap it around me as Jeremy stares at the hall.
“Who the fuck—” His words cut off when a petite woman comes inside with a smile on her face. “Mom!”
It’s his turn to cover himself with a bit of the blanket that I’m wrapped in.
“Who are you hiding from? I’m your mother,” she says with a soft smile, placing a takeout basket on the coffee table.
“What are you doing here?” he asks in a more composed voice after sharing the blanket with me.
“Checking in on you since you haven’t left the guest house in…two days. You’ve been barely eating the meals I’ve been sending you either.”
I wince and glare at Jeremy.
It’s been that long, and he made me lose track of time.
“The poor girl looks dehydrated.”
“I’ve been making her drink just fine.”
My cheeks heat, and I step on his foot, but I might as well not have touched him, considering the smile on his face.
Lia shakes her head. “Your father wants to see you. Get changed and come to the main house. We’ll have dinner together.”
“Okay. You leave first, Mom. We’ll catch up.”
“No. You’ll just continue locking up Cecily here. I’ll wait until you come down.”
He grunts after his mum ruins his plan to do just that, then we awkwardly stumble upstairs. We take a quick shower, and he stays in the bathroom to shave, but I throw on the first pair of jeans and top I come across and go ahead downstairs.
One, I don’t want to keep her waiting.
Two, I really don’t want her to think we’re fucking up there.
I find Lia tidying up the living room even though it’s kind of spotless. I’m thankful the actual fucking happened on the stairs earlier, so there’s no evidence of it on the sofa.
“Cecily, you’re here.” She beams at me. “How did you escape him?”
I touch my neck, my ear, and my hair. “I…um…”
“I’m kidding.” She grabs my hand and makes me sit down beside her on the sofa. “We haven’t talked much since you got here, for obvious reasons, but I wanted to thank you, Cecily.”
“For…what?”
“For seeing the man inside Jeremy, not the cold exterior he showcases to the world. It takes a brave soul to dig deeper and see him for what he truly is and not be repulsed by it.”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to thank me. He dug inside me, too. He’s way more than what his reputation claims.”
“Right? He’s like his father. Only a select few see what he hides on the inside.” A nostalgic look covers her eyes. “He had a tough childhood, my angel, partly because I wasn’t always there for him, and I hate myself for that every day. I’m beyond grateful he grew up so well.”
“Please don’t hate yourself.” I stroke her hand. “Jeremy understands.”
A soft light covers her features. “He does?”
I nod frantically. “More than you’d ever know.”
She smiles again with a contagious joy that I can’t help but mirror.
“I know you’re new to this life, but I hope you’ll get used to it. God knows it took me years, but I got there, and I’ll help you adjust… That is, if you’d like, of course.”
“Yes, please. I’d be forever grateful.”
“We girls need to stick together. I’m so happy you and Jeremy chose each other.”
“Me, too.”
Jeremy appears at the top of the stairs and comes down, narrowing his eyes on us. “I heard my name. What were you talking about?”
“It’s our secret.” Lia winks at me, and I smile.
Then I hug Jeremy as the three of us go to have a family dinner with Adrian.
Looks like I found myself a new family.
And it’s all thanks to the man I love.
The beast I can’t live without.
EPILOGUE 2 — JEREMY
ONE MONTH LATER
A new college year means one thing.
The initiation.