Secrets And Sins Part 3: Happy ever after

Chapter 70

***This is mostly smut ;). Next chapter will be delayed due to work commitments.***

~Ava~

Ava had just managed to get Bea into her room with the door shut and the lock turned before she exploded.

"Ava Silva, what the HELL were you thinking?!"

She was positively fuming, and it was a wonder Bea was keeping her wings from flaring out. It'd been a long time since Ava had seen her this angry.

Bea's eyes narrowed. "Well?!"

Ava flinched at the raised voice, not quite a shout but on its way there. It had been an equally long time since she'd been the focal point of Bea's rage. "Bea... I wanted to get you out."

"So you decided to give yourself over to them?!"

"Ah, well... yeah."

Bea let out a dark growl and turned away storming across the enormous suite. It was like an apartment in of itself and from the priceless art to the expensive furniture, exuded more luxury than a palace.

An ornate fireplace took up most of the wall on the left-hand side of the room, a massive deep red leather clad couch and matching armchair facing it. Beside the large window directly opposite the door was a six-seater dining table, a huge basket of goodies, a welcome gift courtesy of the Vatican, placed dead in the center. But the highlight of the room, the pièce de résistance, was the huge fourposter bed adorned with the finest quality bedspread Ava had seen in her entire life.

Perhaps dragging Bea into her new quarters wasn't the best idea. It was obvious that the Church was trying to buy Ava and as her fiancé stopped in front of the large welcome hamper, probably glaring at it, Ava couldn't help but wince.

She opened her mouth to say something, but Bea spoke first. "How could you?"

"Baby..." Ava had followed her across the room but was careful to keep her distance just in case her fiancé wanted some space.

"Don't 'baby' me, Ava." Bea snapped; her knuckles white at her sides. "I can't believe you did this. Why the fuck did you do this?"

"Because Bea!" Ava's frustration got the better of her. "It wasn't your fault! You don't deserve to be sitting in a prison cell, you deserve to be free..."

"I killed him, Ava!" Bea spun around to face her. "That was me and me alone..."

"No! It was MY fault. I'm the one that left, I'm the one that pissed off the Church, and," Ava's voice cracked as she finally admitted it. "I'm the one that gave you that!" She gestured at the center of Bea's chest.

Bea stared at her for a moment in shock and Ava bit her lip. There was no putting the cat back in the bag, what had been haunting her for so long was out there now. Ava's eyes stung with unshed tears. She couldn't blame Bea for her anger, not at all, she deserved it.

As though she'd heard that thought, Bea's expression suddenly hardened, but instead of continuing to yell or storming out, she marched forward, crossing the distance between them, and crashed her lips into Ava's.

When Ava pulled back for air, gasping from the heat of the kiss, Bea took the opportunity to mouth a burning trail down her neck, biting and sucking before she found her pulse point, latching onto it to mark her. Ava's knees buckled from the onslaught, but strong arms tightened around her waist, holding her up.

She let out a pitiful whine.

"I've told you before Ava," Bea growled against her neck. "But you seem to have forgotten..." The next scrape of teeth was sharp against her bruised skin and Ava's hips bucked without her permission.