God of Pain

24.Alec

I rushed to Tara's place as soon as I got her text. The urgency in her message made my heart pound. When I arrived, I found her in the living room, her eyes wide with terror, muttering to herself.

"I killed her... I killed my mother..." she kept repeating, her voice barely above a whisper.

My chest tightened at the sight of her. Tara looked lost, dissociating from reality, trapped in a nightmare I couldn't pull her out of. I knelt beside her, gently taking her hands in mine. "Tara, look at me. Your mother is gone. She's been gone for years. This isn't real."

Her eyes flickered, but the terror remained. "I killed her... I killed her..."

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. "No, Tara, you didn't. This video is a cruel trick. Whoever did this wants to hurt you. But I won't let them."

She trembled in my embrace, her tears soaking my shirt. My helplessness turned into a burning rage. How could someone be so twisted, so heartless, to send something like that? My blood boiled at the thought of someone tormenting her like this.

"I swear, Tara," I whispered fiercely, "I will find the person who did this. I will make them pay."

Her sobs quieted slightly, but she still clung to me, as if afraid to let go. I stroked her hair, trying to calm her, though my own anger seethed just below the surface. Whoever was behind this would regret ever laying a hand on her. They would regret everything.

As Tara continued to mutter, my resolve hardened. I would protect her with everything I had. And I would hunt down the monster responsible for this torment. No matter what it took, no matter how far I had to go, I would find them. And when I did, they would wish they had never been born

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I scanned the crowded club, the pulsating lights and thumping music making my skin vibrate with energy. I was surrounded by my friends, Cecily, Jeremy, Killian, and Glyndon, all of them laughing and dancing together. But my attention was fixed on one person - Tara.

She was dancing in front of me, her body moving sinuously to the beat, her eyes locked on mine. I felt my pulse quicken as she rubbed against me, her hips swaying in a way that made my blood run hot. I was getting hard, my body responding to her provocative movements.

But as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear, I felt a surge of responsibility. I grasped her arms, holding her back. "Tara, slow down," I whispered urgently. "We can't do this here. We'll regret it later."

Tara's eyes flashed with defiance, her voice husky as she replied, "What if that's what I want, Alec? What if I don't care about later?"

I was taken aback by her words, my resolve crumbling beneath the weight of my lust. I couldn't resist the temptation of her body, the promise of pleasure in her eyes. Without another word, I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the restrooms.

I slammed the restroom stall door shut behind us, the sound of the club's music and laughter muffled by the thin metal barrier. Tara's eyes locked onto mine, her pupils dilated with desire. I could feel the heat emanating from her body, drawing me in like a magnet.

I pinned her against the wall, my hands grasping her hips as I devoured her mouth. Our tongues tangled, the kiss deep and intense. I could feel her heart racing, her pulse pounding in time with mine.

I yanked her skirt up, my fingers digging into the soft skin of her thighs. She moaned, her legs parting as I slid my hand between them. I found her wet and ready, my fingers gliding through her slick folds.

Tara's hands grasped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I stroked her. She was panting, her breath hot against my ear. I could feel my own desire spiraling out of control, my cock throbbing with need.

I spun her around, pressing her against the wall as I fumbled with my zipper. My cock sprang free, and I grasped Tara's hips, pulling her back against me. I slid into her, the sensation like a jolt of electricity.

We moved together, our bodies slamming against the wall as we fucked. The sound of our ragged breathing, the slap of skin against skin, was the only soundtrack we needed. I was lost in the sensation, my senses overwhelmed by the feel of Tara's body wrapped around mine.

It was intense, it was primal, it was raw. We were two animals, driven by our desires, our bodies moving in perfect sync. I could feel my orgasm building, my cock pulsing with each thrust.

Tara's cry of pleasure was music to my ears, her body shuddering as she came. I followed, my own release ripping through me like a storm. We stood there, panting, our bodies still connected as we rode out the aftershocks.

For a moment, we just breathed, our chests heaving as we struggled to regain control. Then, slowly, I pulled out, my eyes locking onto Tara's as we shared a moment of pure, unadulterated lust.

As we stood there, our bodies still entwined, Tara's eyes locked onto mine. Her gaze was soft, her expression vulnerable. And then, she said the words that took my breath away.

"I love you, Alec."

I felt like I'd been punched in the chest. No one had ever said those words to me before, not like that. Not with such conviction, such sincerity. I stared at her, awestruck, my heart racing with excitement.

"Tara," I whispered, my voice shaking with emotion. "I love you too."

We both burst out laughing, the absurdity of the situation hitting us like a ton of bricks. We were standing in a club's restroom, surrounded by the sounds of flushing toilets and muffled music, and we were declaring our love for each other.

I pulled her close, my arms wrapping around her as we laughed together. It was ridiculous, it was crazy, but it was also perfect. Because in that moment, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

"I love you," I whispered again, my lips brushing against her ear.

"I love you too," she replied, her voice muffled against my chest.

We stood there for a moment, holding each other, our laughter slowly dying down as we savored the moment. It was a moment I would never forget, a moment that would stay with me for the rest of my life.

Finally, we pulled back, our eyes locking onto each other as we smiled. We were both still breathing hard, our bodies still humming with the aftermath of our passion.

"Well," I said, my voice still shaking with laughter. "I guess this is a first for me."

Tara grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "For me too," she said. "But I have to say, I'm kind of liking this whole 'falling in love in a club's restroom' thing."

I chuckled, my heart still racing with excitement. "Yeah, me too," I said. "Me too."