Midnight Daffodil (Poisonous Petals #1)

Chapter 38Matt

thirty-eight

MATT

I t had been months since I touched her.

Months since I wrapped my fucking hands around her throat.

I saw her more than enough times with that piece of shit cop. I wasn’t an idiot. She thought I was stupid and wouldn’t see her fucking around with him?

Fucking around on me?

Livie acted like the dumbest fucking bitch.

She thought she could cheat on me with the one person I told her never to see and keep breathing the same air? I should’ve killed her the last time I saw her. I departed for work confident that my therapist was going to get there in time to say she needed a sitter. I never intended to leave her unattended again.

Three months, nineteen days ago.

I trained her perfectly for me. The last thing that would’ve granted me full ownership of her would’ve been her having my child. It would’ve been perfect. Her swollen and unattractive to every other man. Then she would’ve been my wife. I still couldn't believe that some hillbilly managed to fucking shatter my perfect life so quickly.

Livie acted dramatically. Her life was never in any actual danger with me; she just didn’t know how to get the fuck out of my face after a long day. I got angry, who didn’t? But I never actually hurt her. She would be safer with me than with anyone else.

And I would get her back.

I walked out of Vera’s highrise.

Everything about this city made me sick without her. Vera’s apartment was no exception. The security there proved to be a fucking joke. They didn’t even question who I was, where I was going, or who I was visiting. And this is where my Livie has been staying?

I stepped onto the sidewalk outside the parking garage when I saw the black truck. So, Olivia finally made an appearance. After watching all week, I noticed she wasn’t around.

I crept back into the shadows around the cement barriers that kept trespassers out of the garage. The gates creaked open, and the truck rumbled in without hesitation. Anyone could drive in; the access to this garage was public.

Pitiful.

The silence in my head vexed me as I glanced around my surroundings. I could see the truck a few cars down. The doors slammed, and my ears filled with the lullaby of her laugh. The sweet pitch of it went straight to my cock.

The noise almost felt foreign to me. What the fuck about Luke was so God damn funny? I couldn’t hear what they said, but I heard his deeper voice next. Powerful nausea burned my throat.

Another blockade separated me from the row they were parked in. The temporary jersey wall excluded the part of the parking garage for repair. I crept closer along the partition, staying low until I was behind the barrier facing them. The stench of his cologne overpowered the smell of her perfume.

I had my plan. I just needed to execute it.

“Angel,” I heard his southern accent breathe quietly. “I have to get Rev from Aidan.”

“Please, babe,” her voice dripped with sex as the exchange of saliva echoed. “It can be quick.” My hands shook as I peered over the barrier.

Gasps of passion and parted lips rendered me on the spot. I watched her tongue slide against his as he deepened the kiss. She stood on her tiptoes, pressing her body into him, her hands twisted around his neck. My dick hardened more in my slacks.

I felt sick. The bitter flavor of bile coated my tongue.

“You know I can’t say no to you,” he spoke quietly.

My hands were shaking; my dinner threatened its reappearance. Every organ in my body felt constricted. My lungs were bags of sand in my chest as I heard the slow, metallic rasp echoing through the silence. War waged within me.

Do I look?

I already knew where it was going. Seeing her with him created a paradox. The presence of her simultaneously cured me while also sickening me.

My back pressed against the barrier, the cold surface seeping through my suit. I pinched the bridge of my nose until spots swam before my eyes, trying to ease the tension headache forming. I pivoted and looked over again.

Livie had one leg out of her leggings and was pressed against the truck. Her tanned thigh wrapped around his waist, the sounds of his fingers slipping in and out of her soaking wet cunt assaulted my ears. He held her up with the other hand while withdrawing the other from inside her; he shoved the wet digits into her mouth.

My veins blazed as he slid inside her cunt. She cried out his name as the soft slap of their bodies elevated. The quake of her thigh, the rise and fall of her chest as he filled her pussy curdled my blood.

“Fuck, Luke,” she breathed, sucking on his neck. The wet sound of them joining roared in my ears, leaving me deaf to anything else. The tiniest catch in her breath turned my fantasies fatal before my eyes. My cock throbbed, tormented that it wasn’t buried inside of her.

“Baby, you’re strangling my cock.” His hand squeezed her breast through her shirt as his pace quickened. Her leg covered the obscenity of him fucking her brutally.

Fucking my girl.

The sounds they made echoed around in my head until my vision turned red. I fell back against the cold cement, silently vanquished by the sight before me. My eyes squeezed so hard pain knocked at the closed lids. I’d never forget the sounds that would forever be branded into my ear drums.

I’d never forgive her.

My fingers tingled.

Once I got my fucking hands on her...

Their kisses became more passionate as she climaxed with him. I dared not take another look. My eyes stung with an unfamiliar feeling.

“We made a mess,” she giggled.

“I’ll never get tired of watching your cunt leak my come.”

The words sucker punched me in the gut. The burn in my eyes intensified, remembering the love I held so tightly. The vision crackled with flames as my life was destroyed. I couldn’t bear the thought of her with him. Having witnessed it tore everything I had left to shreds. I heard their footsteps echoing through the garage. Once the world silenced again, I let the contents of my stomach empty onto the dirty ground.

I dry heaved until my head threatened to explode. I stumbled to my feet and made my way out of the garage. On shaky legs, I headed down the alley where I’d parked my Mercedes.

Getting in, I let the silence pour over me. Like the hot rivulets of liquid that stung the skin on my cheeks, my blood boiled. Livie never acted like that until him. She never begged for my cock, I had to take her. I don’t know what he did to her, but he ruined her. Ruined all of my hard work. A sound I couldn’t name escaped my parted lips.

Fuck.

The thought of fucking her made me hard. Livie barely let me touch her in the last year. Leaving me to steal her love, regardless of how she struggled beneath me. All because of him. My dick quickly filled to its full length. The urge to wrap my fist around it was too strong to resist. I pulled my cock out of my slacks. Livie’s pussy was tainted after letting him inside of her.

I’d have to give her cunt a bleach bath. I’d been the first one to tear into her, and I would be the fucking last. She may be stained, but she was still going to be mine.

Arousal struck me, taking over my body with need. I gripped my dick, stroking it as a new image formed in my mind. I thought of her on her knees in front of me, her face bruised and streaked with tears. I closed my eyes and rested against the headrest to stroke myself harder.

I saw her full lips covered in his come, her pussy dripping his seed. I needed somewhere just for me, somewhere he’d never tarnished. I pictured her fucking him in the parking garage and poured that rage into the fist pumping my cock. My imagination ran as I envisioned myself slitting her fucking throat. Tearing it open until she was gasping, shoving my cock in the new opening. I came. Filling her lifeless body full of my own essence.

The hot liquid of my orgasm trickled down my shaft and onto my hand.

Back in reality.

The pain she caused me was intoxicating. I wanted her to hurt the same way I had.

Luke took her from me.

My heart pounded in my chest as the conflicting emotions raged inside me. I’d long grown sick and fucking tired of Livie’s games. She wasted her own time. She’d never escape me.

I owned her.