King of Havoc - Dark Romance

Epilogue - Jess

One Month Later

    This is it.

    I'm going home today.

    I smile as I pack my stuff back into my suitcase. This last month has been a struggle, to say the least. It took a lot of work for me to open up and make progress, but I did it.

    When I think back to how I felt when I got here and how I feel now, it's almost like I'm a different person. The first step was admitting I needed help, and I did. I've been through too much to handle things on my own. I needed to learn how to deal with the drugging, the sexual assault, my mom dying, and the need to drink alcohol.

    This place was different than I expected. It's about mental health and coping in a healthy, non-destructive way. The facility is more like a 5-star hotel than a rehab facility. They have the best counselors and psychologists in the country. I'm lucky to have gone here.

    Once my bags are packed, I make my way downstairs, where everyone in the facility hangs out. A few people clap for me, and I give a wide smile.

    I did it.

    Tears almost spring to my eyes as pride fills my chest. Sandra, my counselor, wraps me in a tight hug.

    "Well done, Jessica; you did amazing these last four weeks."

    "Thank you; I couldn't have done it without you."

    When I got here, I honestly believed there was no helping me. I thought I was too far gone. Too broken. Too helpless. But she showed me it was possible to move on from the past. To find healthy ways of coping with the trauma.

    After saying my goodbyes, I wave to everyone and head to the front door with my bag. The second the door slides open, I almost shriek as I see Damon standing there. I take off as fast as possible, running awkwardly with my bag. As soon as I'm close enough, I abandon my bag, jump into Damon's arms, and bury my face in his neck.

    The familiar smell of him washes through my senses and I sigh. It feels good to be back in his arms. It feels right.

    I haven't been able to see him for a month. The program had a strict no-visitor policy to focus on your health. Damon made sure we spoke on the phone every night until I fell asleep.

    I take a moment too long, clinging to him, and he chuckles.

    "I've fucking missed you."

    "I've missed you so much."

    "Come on, let's go home," he says into my hair.

    Damon has moved into his other house, which he also said can be my home if I choose. Thanks to Damon's threats, his dad has given him his inheritance and the house. I would prefer he get locked up in prison, but this is the way Damon wants to do it.

    We are on the way home through the countryside when Damon pulls into a rest stop on the side of the road. There's no one around, only trees and a few park benches.

    My gaze strays sideways before I lick my lips. There's a deep need coursing through my system, and I think Damon feels it, too. I've waited four long weeks to feel his touch; why wait any longer?

    "Get on my lap, Princess," he orders.

    He doesn't need to tell me twice. I undo my seatbelt and climb onto his lap, making my dress hike up to my waist. The space in this car absolutely sucks, but we can make this work.

    He raises an eyebrow, "No panties? It better be for me. You would need some severe punishments if you've been walking around the clinic like that."

    "It's just for you. Consider it a little surprise."

    "Lift your hips," he whispers in dark words against my ear.

    I do as he says and watch as Damon unzips his jeans and pulls out his hard cock.

    "Say it," he groans as I rub my pussy against his length.

    "I love you."

    He grips my hips and positions himself at my entrance as we inhale and exhale each other's air.

    "Say you're mine."

    As I say the words, he pushes my hips up so he can bury himself inside me. He fills me so deliciously that I can't help the throaty moan that escapes me.

    I've missed this.

    I've missed him.

    "You're soaking wet, look at how much your cunt has missed me."

    I moan, unable to say any words.

    Damon jerks his hips and thrusts with rough strokes. He fucks me with urgency, with a brutality that leaves me gasping. I wrap my hands around his neck and use it for balance.

    The pleasure is so overwhelming that I know I'm already close. 

    So close.

    He keeps ramming into me on and on till I think I can't take it anymore, then I come. The blinding wave of pleasure washes through me until I think I'm on the verge of passing out.

    He keeps fucking me until he shoots inside me, and I bury my face in his neck.

    "I love you," he says as he holds me tightly in his lap, still inside me.

    "And I love you."

    We remain like that for a while, breathing each other in.

    At this moment, I know there's no one else in the world for me except him.

    Only him.