His Ruthless Revenge (A Dark Bully Romance)

Chapter Forty Five

"April?" Chase murmurs, sitting up in bed. "What's wrong? Are you ok?"
"I... I couldn't sleep." I tell him, taking a step closer.
"Me neither."
"Can I come in?" I ask, pausing for a moment in case he wants me to go.
"You don't have to ask. Come here." He invites me, pulling the covers aside so I can climb in beside him.
I hop in and pull the covers up right underneath my chin. Chase circles his arms around me and I feel safe and warm within a matter of seconds.
"This is what I needed." I murmur quietly, burying my face against his chest as I inhale him deeply. "I needed this."
"Me too." He adds faintly, holding me even tighter.
"I just need you to tell me that everything will be alright from now on." I admit softly, closing my eyes to keep myself from crying.
"It will be. I promise you it will be."
"How can you be so sure, Chase?"
"Because I'll make sure of it." He replies firmly, his voice determined and unwavering.
"But certain people will never let us be together. You know that."
"Then let's leave all those people behind. We can disappear and start again. Just the two of us."
"And what about Billy? You're prepared to walk away from him?"
"Of course not. I'd never leave him with Louise."
"Don't tell me you're talking about us taking him again?"
"Why not? We could raise him a hell of a lot better than Louise ever could. You know how toxic she is." He reminds me bitterly.
"But she's still his mum. You can't take him away from her."
"I look after him a lot of the time as it is and she's always using babysitters. She enjoys her nights out far too much to be a proper mum to him."
"Chase, I'm not having this discussion in the middle of the night. It's madness." I advise him gently, taking his hand in my own.
"Fine, we'll talk about it tomorrow." He agrees amiably.
"We will not. It will still be madness in the morning." I reprimand him lightly.
"So... if we're not going to talk, what do you think we should do instead?" He asks, placing a tender kiss on my forehead.
"What do you suggest?"
"Oh, I have a few suggestions." He teases me playfully.
"I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet." I point out hesitantly, pulling back from him a little.
"I'm not pressuring you into anything, April. We don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Do you remember our first time?" I blurt out suddenly, hoping it still means as much to him as it does to me.
"Of course I do." He chuckles lightly. "You were so nervous."
"I was terrified." I laugh sheepishly, biting on my lower lip. "I feel the same way right now."
"But like I said, we don't have to do anything you don't want to." He reminds me hastily.
"I do." I respond weakly. "I do want to."
"Are you serious?" He asks me, his voice doubtful and a little apprehensive. "Don't say that if you don't mean it."
"I mean it." I assure him, nodding my head slowly.
I find myself leaning forward so I can press my lips against his, holding my breath as I close my eyes. He remains completely still while I kiss him and I start to worry that I've made a big mistake.
"You kissed me." He concludes dumbfoundedly, a look of astonishment on his face once I pull away from him.
"I guess I did." I respond weakly, somewhat embarrassed by making such a bold statement.
"Come here." He urges me, pulling me towards him again.
His own lips seek mine and I can't stop myself from trembling beneath his touch. His hand finds its way into my hair, tangling his fingers in it as he takes control of our second kiss and forces my head back. His tongue enters my mouth and I inhale sharply, timidly meeting it with my own as our kiss deepens.
Chase suddenly moves back from me and I'm left panting breathlessly, dazed and confused as to why stopped so abruptly.
"W-what is it?" I stammer desperately, wondering  what I did wrong.
"The truth is I don't think I've ever wanted you this badly and it scares the hell out of me because I've spent half of my wretched life wanting you. Maybe even more." He confesses, lowering his gaze as though he's embarrassed.
"You can have me." I acknowledge eagerly, my breathing still ragged as I try to convince him.
I'm only wearing a vest top and some shorts to sleep in and Chase is shirtless. The sexual tension between us is electric and I'm contemplating what I should do next when he roughly grabs hold of my hips and flips me over on the bed.
He's right above me but his strong arms support his weight on either side of me. I automatically reach out and start stroking his forearms with my fingers. He shivers beneath my touch and I smile triumphantly.
"I can't believe I'm nervous myself now." He admits, laughing at himself. "God, this is humiliating."
"It isn't." I console him. "It's been years since we've been intimate together and it's a big deal but we can still take things slowly. Just like you did for me when it was our first time."
"I remember it like it was yesterday." He murmurs, tracing his fingertips across the edge of my vest top close to my breasts.
I stifle a moan and moisten my bottom lip with my tongue, desperate to feel his large hands squeezing them like he used to.
He tugs at my top and I instinctively raise my arms above my head so he can remove it. We're both shirtless now and it only ignites the intensity between us.
Despite our scorching chemistry, I try to remind myself how keen I was to not rush into anything. I don't want our recklessness to ruin things before they've even started.
"What is it?" I ask him, wondering why he's still staring at me.
"You are so beautiful." He whispers reverently, watching me intently. "More beautiful than ever."
My cheeks burn as I try to conceal my discomfort from him. It's always been difficult to feel completely secure when I've been naked around Chase because his physique is so incredible.
I've never even been to the gym before and Chase is obsessed with it. He'd often try to persuade me to go along with him but I never had the confidence or the desire to take him up on it.
Fitness has never been my thing and I suppose my body somewhat reflects that. I'm not overweight but I certainly don't have a toned stomach or tiny waist like Louise does. I'm pretty curvy and even more so than the last time I slept with Chase all those years ago. I'm a little worried that he won't want me like he used to now I look a little different.
I force myself to reject that intrusive thought and focus on the moment at hand when Chase lowers his mouth towards one of my nipples.
He takes it in his mouth and groans loudly, squeezing the other one with his hand as his tongue traces circles around it.
My nipples are hard in an instant which turns him on even more and I can feel how aroused he is pressing up against me.
"Chase..." I moan breathlessly, grabbing the sheets beneath me as I grasp onto them tightly.
"Tell me you want me." He demands roughly, dragging his lips away from my breasts as he moves them towards my neck instead.
"I want you." I reply obediently, meaning every single word.
"More than him." He commands gruffly, locking his magnificent eyes on my own. "I want you to say it, April."
"W-what do you mean?" I stutter weakly, confused by what he means.
"Tell me you want me more than you ever wanted Finn. Tell me that you were thinking of me every time he was inside you. Admit that it was always me you were thinking of."
I freeze for a moment, considering my reply and how honest I should be with him.
"It was." I confess truthfully, nodding my head as I recall each of the nights that Finn would make love to me and I'd be thinking of Chase.
I'd close my eyes and imagine him on top of me instead of Finn, pressing my lips together to stop myself from screaming out his name and giving away my secret.
I used to despise myself for thinking of Chase whenever I had sex with Finn and it would consume me with so much guilt as though I was actually cheating on him. I tried everything I could to not think about Chase but it was almost instinctive. My mind would automatically imagine him and it was the only way I could fully let myself go and allow my body to feel pleasure.
"Well, you don't have to fantasise anymore. I'm right here and I'm never letting you go again." He soothes me, stroking the tip of his nose against my own.
My legs wrap themselves around him as I pull him even closer towards me, curling my fingers in his hair so I can tug on it passionately.
His hands wander down my body before they stop above my shorts. I wait for him to slide them off me but he hesitates, glancing at me for permission to continue.
"It's ok." I encourage him. "I want you to."
He gently glides my shorts down my thighs, removing them completely before tossing them aside. My underwear soon follows and I can't help quivering beneath his burning gaze as his eyes roam my entire body which is now fully exposed to him.
"You are so beautiful." He reiterates, staring down at me intently. "And you're all mine."
His words embolden me and fill me with confidence as I curl my arms around his neck and lower his lips to mine.
We continue to kiss ardently for some time, our tongues stroking against one another as we breathe frantically and try to consume each other entirely.
"I love you..." I tell him earnestly, my body trembling uncontrollably. "I love you, I love you, I love you."
"This is it this time, ok? You and me forever." He says solemnly repeating it over and over again like it's a sacred prayer.
"No one will ever come between us again." I promise him, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's just you and me now."
The atmosphere between us is electric and I don't know how much more my body can take. Chase has always been so attentive when it comes to foreplay but I'm absolutely desperate to feel him inside me and I just know I can't wait for him any longer.
My hand reaches out for him as it slips inside his boxers. His cock is rock hard as I wrap my fingers around him and begin to stroke it. My thumb circles the tip where I catch a drop of him oozing out of it.
Realising just how turned on he is motivates me even more and I speed up my rhythm, knowing it will drive him insane.
"April..." He groans heavily. "Baby, you need to stop or I'm going to..."
"You want me to stop?" I tease him seductively, tormenting him on purpose.
"No!" He exclaims loudly. "I didn't mean stop. I-I want you to keep going."    
"Well, I want you to fuck me." I moan suggestively, hoping it will tip him over the edge.
"Is that what you want?" He taunts me. "Is that what you need?"
"Yes! Yes, I need it." I reply excitedly, repeating it over and over again until it sounds nonsensical.
He immediately yanks off his boxer shorts and grabs hold of my legs, lifting them in the air as he positions himself right up against me. I can feel his cock between my legs and almost beg him to take me, craving the instant fulfilment I'm going to experience once he's deep inside me.
Except he's frustratingly gentle and I  almost want to scream out in despair. He starts to enter me so slowly and carefully, inch by inch as my body starts to accept him, hungry for him to make love to me the way he used to.
Chase tilts my face up towards his, staring deeply into my eyes as he continues to support his weight on top of me. He still feels pretty heavy because he's so strong but I don't plan on stopping him anytime soon. I've been waiting far too long for this.
"Are you ready?" He asks me, stroking my hair back off my face so he can see me clearly.
"Yes."
One more thrust and he'll be inside me completely. We'll become one and nothing will make sense beyond the two of us. We'll be unbreakable.
He eases himself inside me and I inhale sharply, delighting in the exquisite sensations coursing throughout my body.
I realise that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be and I make a vow to myself that no one will ever come between us again.
"You feel incredible." He murmurs longingly, pressing his forehead against my own. "I'm never letting you go again, April. You. Are. Mine. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes I understand." I reply hastily, eager to agree with him.
"Then say it." He instructs me forcefully. "I want you to tell me that you're mine."
"I'm yours." I pant breathlessly, our bodies entwined together as we glisten with sweat and radiate warmth. " You know I'm yours, Chase."
"Every inch of this body is mine." He continues tirelessly. "This pussy of yours is mine. You're mine to make love to and you're mine to fuck. You're mine forever."
"Yes, yes! I'm yours! I'm yours yo fuck!" I scream helplessly, throwing my head back as he plunges deep inside me over and over again.
I can already feel my explosive orgasm building and don't know how much longer I can hold back.
"Fuck, I don't want to cum yet. Don't make me cum, baby. I need to keep on fucking you." He groans desperately, his muscles taught as he tries to restrain himself and hold back.
"That's just too bad because I don't want you to stop." I goad him, enjoying the control I have over him and how empowered that makes me feel. "If my body is yours then yours is mine and right now I need you to give me exactly what I want."
My words tip him over the edge as his momentum increases. He grabs hold of my hair and tightens his grip on it, forcing my neck back so I'm completely submissive to him. I love being on the receiving end of his strength, trusting him implicitly but still loving the thrill of being so powerless against him.
His cock grows even larger inside me but I somehow find myself being able to accommodate him. He thrusts every inch of himself inside me and I reach my hands around his broad back, allowing my fingernails to rake down it in absolute ecstacy.
He groans deeply, an animalistic, carnal noise which ignites something deep in my own belly. I crave him even though he's right here with me and I don't even try to suppress my screams of pleasure.
"Does that feel good, baby? Tell me how good it feels." He demands sternly, relentless in his quest to hear how incredible it feels for me.
"It feels amazing. You feel amazing."
I finally find my release and achieve my incredible climax, throwing my head back in complete and utter abandonment. He allows me to enjoy every second of it and holds back on his own release so I can savour every moment.
"I love fucking your wet pussy." He growls deeply, grabbing my chin so he can keep my face on his.
"Yes, right there! Don't stop, Chase!" I beg him, pleading with him to keep on going.
His own climax soon follows and I cling onto him as he almost pounds me straight through the bed.
My legs stay locked around him and my arms hold on for dear life. It's as though he's still starving for me and he just can't get enough.
I feel a rush of warmth inside me as he shivers, trembling uncontrollably as he collapses on top of me. He's squashing me now but I don't even think about asking him to get off me.
He's utterly spent and exhausted, showing just a glimpse of vulnerability for a fraction of a moment. I always loved these intimate moments with Chase. His vulnerability is what I find the most endearing but it's something I rarely get to see.
"Are you ok?" He asks me, his voice full of concern. "I wasn't too rough, was I?"
"It was perfect." I respond truthfully. "Just how I remembered it."
"I should really take a shower." He chuckles, pulling the sheets off his naked body. "We both should in fact."
He scoops me up in his arms before I can protest and carries me out of the bedroom and along the corridor into the bathroom.
I'm still naked as well but can't help feeling even more self-conscious now we're not in a sexual situation and reach for a towel to wrap around myself.
He doesn't seem to notice my unease and decides to run a bath for us instead as he knows how much I prefer them.

We both submerge beneath the bubbles and I lay my head back against his chest. His heart is still beating rapidly and the rhythm of it is so soothing as I close my eyes and relax against him.
"I still can't believe I'm actually here with you." I tell him, snuggling into him even more.
"Me neither." He says softly, placing a kiss on the top of my head.
I turn around in the water so I'm now facing him and our naked chests are touching.
"I just want every day to be like this from now on. Is that too much to ask?"
"We'll sort everything out." He comforts me. "I promise you."
I glance towards the window to my right and gasp when I realise that it's started snowing outside.
"It's beautiful." I say quietly, motioning for Chase to look at it as well.
"It really is." He agrees happily, grinning at me with that breathtaking smile of his.

We stay like that for quite some time, both of us quietly observing the snowflakes falling outside while we remain nice and cosy indoors.
"We best go to bed." I tell him, realising the water has turned cool and I'm getting a little cold. "It's the middle of the night afterall."

We curl up in bed together a few minutes later and decide to keep the curtains open so we can still witness the silent snowstorm outside. I'm utterly exhausted but don't want this night to end by falling asleep.
I rest my head on his chest as I watch the snow falling rapidly outside and notice how each droplet lands on the branches of the trees before it starts to melt.
I also can't help wondering if the darkness of the surrounding forest foreshadows the darkness we have yet to face together.