Deliverance for Amelia (20 page)

Chapter Fifty-Four: Gabe

“T
HAT’S RIGHT, KITTY. Take the pain and make it pleasure.” I whisper into Kat’s ear before I rain the flogger down on her back some more. The welts are covering her trembling skin as she sobs into the pillow. I watch in fascination as blood escapes the wounds. My own morbid obsession clashing with sex, it’s a beautiful thing.

I have her wrists bound to the headboard. I’ve tied rope around her knees and have them tightly bound to the headboard as well, she has no other choice than to keep her ass raised, as I abuse her body.

I’m having fun with her. She’s evidently not, but this is what I need. This is what I crave. To hurt. To dominate. To bring pain. Poor, poor little Kat just happens to be the one who has to bare it. I’m not sure why Amelia is bitching. If not for Kat, this would be her.

Kat is scared of me, but she isn’t defiant. She lets me hurt her, and afterwards, I hold her. Tell her everything is okay. Apparently that helps and she forgives me. Just like that. It never ceases to amaze me how some minds can be so easily manipulated.

I’d love to do this with Amelia. Unfortunately, we’ve been trying for a baby – and I can’t risk hurting her if she is potentially pregnant.

I stop and stare down at her as she shakes in anticipation. I smile as I reach over to the table and retrieve the salt. Have I ever denied that I’m a sick bastard? No. Not once. So this next part shouldn’t surprise you.

I sprinkle the salt over her wounds as if I’m seasoning a dish. She bucks and writhes in response as I chuckle.

“NO!” She shrieks, “Noooo.”

I crawl behind her and lean over, licking the salt and sticky blood from her back. “Shhh.” I whisper, “See? I always make it better Kitty. Always. Don’t I?”

“Still nothing?” I ask.

“No.” Amelia responds flatly as she lays beside me in our four post bed, reading a book.

“While I’m gone, I’d like for you to contact Dr. Kerr.” I say as I run my hand over her stomach.

She sighs and places the book on the nightstand, “Yes sir.” She says sardonically.

I slide my hand down and cup her sex, “I’m leaving in a bit. I need you before I go.”

She rests her head against the headboard, “Did you not get enough earlier from your
mistress
?” She retorts, causing me to smile.

“She can’t give me what you can, Amelia.”

“Oh?” She asks, “What would that be? An heir?”

I crawl on top of her and nudge her thighs open as she looks up at me defiantly, “You give me so much more, baby.”

Chapter Fifty-Five: Amelia

“Y
OU KNOW, YOU’RE REALLY TALENTED.” Able says as I slump down on the bench in front of the piano.

I look over my shoulder, “Thanks. It was kind of an expectation to perfect “the art”.” I say, raising my hands and making air quotes.

“You seem passionate about it.” He responds.

I sigh, “I am. It’s kind of the only thing that I have left from my past.” I turn to face him, “I find myself constantly wondering what it would be like to have a normal life. Gabe craves normalcy, yet my life is completely abnormal as a result.”

He smiles, “What would you do? If you had a normal life?”

I tilt my head to the side as I contemplate his question.

“I would go clubbing. I would have a one night stand.” I laugh, “I would get a divorce.”

“A one night stand, eh?” Able says, tilting his head to the side.

I giggle, “Why not? I’ve only been with one man.”

I turn and ready my hands over the keys as I continue, “That was a whorish thing to say, wasn’t it?”

I jump when I feel Able’s hands caressing my shoulders. “Able.” I whisper.

“Turn around, Amelia.” He whispers, his breath tickling the sensitive skin behind my ear, causing the tiny hairs to stand at attention.

“Able, we can’t.”

He grasps my hips and turns me swiftly on the bench to where I’m facing him. He’s kneeling down, his blue eyes clouded with so much want – so much lust.

He’s so incredibly handsome with his boyish smile and long eyelashes. His Mohawk has grown out quite a bit, but the sides are still neatly clipped. His tattoos and stretched ears are so alluring. My parents would die if I ever brought him home – but I wouldn’t care, because he would be mine and I would be his.

“I want you.” He growls as he slides the material of my blue maxi dress over my thighs, causing me to shudder.

“I’m going to take you away from this, Amelia. But I can’t wait for that to happen. I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you. Ever since I saw those beautiful eyes of yours, I wanted them to be only for me. Your lips, I wanted to taste. And your body, dammit I’ve wanted to make that mine for so long.” He pauses as he shakes his head slowly, “The thought of that bastard touching you makes me fucking sick.”

“He’ll kill you.” I whisper as Able reaches behind him and pulls the shirt that he’s wearing over his head. I gasp as my eyes travel over his lean, muscular abdomen. He’s pure muscle, his nipples pierced – his entire abdomen is covered in the same tribal markings. His skin is also raised in some spots. Scars. The most noticeable is right across his peck. He looks like a warrior.

I reach out and run my fingers over his scars, “What happened?”

“My father happened.” He responds as he grabs my wrist and kisses my own healed wound, “Scars remind us of what we’ve survived, Amelia. One day, we’ll look back, when we’re old. We’ll know that we’ve survived. Together.”

I sigh as the tears rise, “I wish that I could believe that.”

He rests his calloused hands on my cheeks as his eyes dive into mine with so much sincerity, “Believe it baby. I’m going to take you away from this. I don’t make promises that I can’t keep, and this has to be the most important promise that I’ve ever made. I love you.”

And with that he stands – grasping my wrists and pulling me up, he swiftly lifts the dress from over my head. My body trembles, not from fear – but from longing. I long to have him take me. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, so I’m completely exposed as he takes my hands and leads us both to a kneeling position on the red, fluffy rug.

“Lie down.” He whispers and I clumsily follow his order as my heart drums away in my ears. He leans over me and his mouth slams into mine, kissing me hungrily as I grab at his hair. He pulls away, leaving me absolutely breathless as he looks into my eyes, “Let me take you. Let me show you how a man can truly love you, Amelia.”

I exhale and nod slowly as he sits up and gets to work on his jeans. He frees his erection and I sigh as my eyes travel over his engorged length, bigger than Gabe? It is certainly possible.

He leans over me once more and rests his weight on his elbows before he slowly sinks into me.

“Able.” I whisper as he fills me, stretching me completely. He goes slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as his substantial length slides in and out. His strong arms wrap around my body, holding me close to him as he takes me.

“Amelia… God baby.” He rasps as he picks up the pace. I begin to cry out and his hand clamps down over my mouth. I’m thankful. Gabe isn’t home, but we can’t risk having anyone else hearing our betrayal.

I feel myself winding tight as my hips meet his movements. It’s as if we are the same body in this moment – our souls intertwining and binding in the most beautiful way. It’s in this moment that I know that I will never want any other man. I will never love any other like I do Able. In the darkest days of my life, I found my soul mate. The dark angel that brought light to my existence.

The strongest orgasm that I’ve ever felt rolls through me like a tsunami. I clench around him as tears leak from my eyes. Feeling him crash into me, filling me with his release, it’s more than my soul can bare. His love is slowly chiseling away the stone that has encompassed my heart.

Chapter Fifty-Six: Able

A
MELIA GASPS AS I PULL HER TO ME.

“Able!” She shrieks before I place my hand over her mouth.

“Shhh.” I whisper, “Blind spot. He can’t see us.” My hand drops from its placement over her mouth to display Amelia’s beautiful smile.

She wraps her arms around my neck as I hold her close, her own heart beats right along with mine as our chests press together, “What will my husband think when he sees me randomly being snatched into the shadows of the hall? He’s always watching.”

“I know,” I respond, “Good thing I’ve got access to those cameras, and I’m pretty good at manipulating them. I could take you on his bed right now if I wanted to. Say that there was just some technical difficulty.” I pause as I lean into her and whisper into her ear, “How amazing it would feel to claim you on your wedding bed.”

Amelia playfully pushes me away, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Anyway, don’t be silly. He’ll be home any second now.”

I tilt my head to the side as I brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek, “I’d like to have you all to myself.”

She sighs in response, a sad look overcoming her face.

“Hey,” I whisper, “Soon, Amelia.”

Her brow pinches together, “This is so dangerous, Able. If he finds out…”

“He won’t. I’m going to sweep you away, and he won’t be able to stop me.”

She shakes her head slowly, “How?”

I smile as I brush my lips against hers.

“Soon, baby.”

She diverts her eyes momentarily before her gaze meets mine once more, “Have you seen Kat at all? She hasn’t been out of her room in days.”

I shake my head, “Gabe said that she’s “training” and is not to leave. Esmerelda has been serving her food to her room. I heard her and Benedict whispering how he’s roughed her up pretty bad.”

Amelia squeezes her eyes shut, “Poor Kat.”

I nod as I rest my hands on her cheeks and kiss her forehead. She jumps when we hear the front door open downstairs.

“Shit. He’s here.” She says, kissing me on the cheek before she continues, “Until next time. I love you, Able.”

“I love you, Amelia.”

She gives me a weak smile before turning and descending the stairs. My heart automatically becomes heavy from the immediate longing that I feel every time that he returns from a trip. I know that I’ll have to go for weeks before I can touch her again, and it kills me.