A thousand years

One step

                                                                            Oliver 

As I drove home, the cold fury in my gut threatened to seize control of my body. I was consumed by a white-hot rage that seemed to come from deep within my core. The image of Emily's lips locked with Jake's, the feel of her soft skin pressed against his rough hands, replayed itself over and over in my mind like a sickening loop. I couldn't believe she had done this to me.

I stormed into the house, slamming the door behind me. Emily was in the kitchen, her back to me as she busied herself with dinner. For a split second, I considered confronting her then and there, demanding an explanation for her betrayal. But something in her posture, the way she moved with a grace that seemed so at odds with her actions, made me pause.

I couldn't deny the lust that still burned within me, despite everything. The anger and hurt had created a strange, twisted cocktail of desire and rage. And as I watched her, the need to claim her, to mark her as mine, overwhelmed me. I crossed the room in a few swift strides, grabbing her roughly by the hair and forcing her to look at me.

"Why?" I growled, my voice raw with emotion. "Why did you do this to me?"

Emily's eyes widened in fear, and for a moment I thought she might deny it. But then she lowered her gaze, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I don't know," she whispered. "It just happened."

The admission was like pouring gasoline on a fire. My rage exploded, and I roughly pushed her against the kitchen counter. Her breath hitched as I roughly unbuttoned my jeans, freeing my aching erection. With a savage growl, I positioned myself between her legs, feeling the wetness that was already there.

She gasped as I thrust into her, claiming her roughly, her body tensing as I filled her. It was brutal and angry, our movements mirroring the chaos in my mind. But as the rage began to ebb, replaced by a desperate need to feel something real, anything real, the anger melted away, replaced by an almost animalistic desire to dominate and possess.

I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body against mine as I thrust harder, deeper. Her nails dug into my shoulders, leaving bloody trails, but I barely registered the pain. All I could focus on was the feeling of being so close, of losing myself in her.

And then, as I felt the first tremors of my release begin to build inside me, I knew that I had made my choice. I had chosen Emily, and I would fight for her. I would make her mine, no matter what it took.

As my orgasm crashed over me, I growled her name, my body shuddering with the force of it. And as I collapsed on top of her, spent, I knew that this was just the beginning. This was the moment when everything changed.

Emily lay beneath me, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to catch her own breath. Her face was flushed, her hair tangled and wild around her shoulders. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty.

"Oliver," she whispered. "What are we going to do?"

I didn't answer her immediately. Instead, I pressed my lips to hers, tasting myself on her mouth, feeling the sharp sting of her nails against my skin. And as I kissed her, I knew that I couldn't let her go. Not now, not after this.

I moved to the side, still holding her close, and reached down to retrieve a damp cloth from the counter. Wordlessly, I wiped away the blood from her shoulders, feeling a pang of guilt as I did so.

"I don't know what we're going to do," I finally said, my voice softening. "But we're going to figure it out together." I pulled her closer, resting her head against my chest. "For now, we'll just take it one step at a time."

Emily nodded, her breath hitching as she let out a shaky sigh. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly, as if she were afraid that I might disappear. And for a moment, as I held her there in the warm glow of the kitchen light, I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me.

I knew that this was going to be difficult. That there would be obstacles and setbacks along the way. But as long as we had each other, I knew that we could face anything together. Because in that moment, as I held Emily in my arms, I realized that despite everything that had happened, I still loved her.

And I wasn't about to let her go without a fight.

Emily leaned her head against my chest, her body still shaking with emotion. I brushed a stray hair from her forehead, trying to soothe her. It was a surreal moment, realizing that everything had changed in the span of just a few short minutes. We were no longer enemies, but allies. Partners.

I couldn't help but wonder how she'd react if I told her about my plan. About how I intended to take down her family, piece by piece, until they left us alone. I wasn't sure if she'd be brave enough to stand by my side in this battle, but I knew I couldn't do it without her.

"Hey," I whispered, nudging her gently. "Look at me." She lifted her head, her eyes still clouded with confusion and fear. "I need you to listen to me carefully."

Her brow furrowed, and for a moment, I thought she might protest. But then she nodded, trusting me enough to hear me out. And so I told her about my plan, my heart pounding in my chest as I laid out each step. I told her about the evidence I'd found, and the people I'd talked to. I told her about my suspicions, and my determination to see justice done.

When I finished, she was silent for a long moment, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Finally, she let out a shaky breath and said, "I love you." It was barely more than a whisper, but it was enough.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of relief wash over me. Emily had always been the one person who truly understood my family's darkness, and now she was on my side. Together, we could make a difference.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against mine once more. This time, our kiss was slow and passionate, a desperate exchange of hope and fear. As we clung to each other, I felt a strange sense of rightness wash over me. This was where I belonged, with her.

A/N

So the smut was mid af but it'll hope fully get better very very soon and if it doesn't imma cry. But this chapter was more of a sweet chapter and I will do something with Jake very soon but I won't tell you now. This is also the shortest chapter because I got bored with this 🥲🥲

I pinkie promise it's going to get better soon.

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.

Love you guys ❤️❤️❤️