“Love doesn’t come without pain and sacrifice,” I whisper against her lips.
A tear trickles down her cheek, melting on my tongue when I capture it from her top lip.
“I know I hurt you, baby. I’m asking you to forgive me.”
“You can’t ask that of me, Diego.”
“Well I’m asking. Doesn’t have to be today or next week, but someday you’ll understand.”
Sybil shakes her head and buries it into my neck, her teeth sink into my skin as she rocks her hips. Her mind has shut down, but her body hasn’t and I’m selfish enough to use her. I shift us so that she’s on her back, hitching her leg on my hip. I drive into her sweet heat relentlessly, taking what I need, and my girl gives it to me. A cry leaves her trembling lip, her pussy squeezing me tight as she shatters around me. “That’s it, baby, come on this cock.” It isn’t long that I’m following behind her and reaching my own climax. I kiss her forehead and shove up from the bed. I pull on a pair of drawstring flannel pants.
Sybil is staring at the ceiling, so I leave her be. I grab our wet clothes off the bathroom floor and hang them over the shower rod. After cleaning up, I put a frozen pizza in the oven and get the first aid kit out to tend to her finger. She’s gotten out of bed and put on some of my clothes.
I feel her gaze on me as she leans against the doorway of the bedroom.
“How’s that hand feeling?”
“Sore.”
“Let me see.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
Sybil rolls her eyes but shuffles to the couch and plops down next to me. She holds her hand out but refuses to look as I unwrap the bandage. It’s slightly swollen but better than I expected. I put some petroleum jelly on it and a bandage. “Need to elevate it. I have some more pain meds and antibiotics you need to take to prevent infection.”
“Okay.”
“Pizza is in the oven too. Can I get you a beer or water?”
“Water’s fine.”
I push up off the couch and put the kit away then grab her water and the pills. I twist the cap off the water for her and drop the pills into her palm. “Could take anywhere from two to four weeks for that to heal. If you remember Taty, she’s a nurse. She assisted me and got you the proper meds.”
“She was here?”
“Yeah. She helped take care of you.” At my words Sybil shoots a murderous glare my way.
“Wow. So you mean to tell me that a nurse helped you butcher me.”
“It’s a clean cut. I used a bone saw. Then cauterized it, instead of stitching. I did a good job.”
“You want a pat on the back or how about an atta’boy.”
A knock at the door interrupts our conversation.
I didn’t even hear anyone pull up. “Bedroom, now,” I grit through my teeth and surprisingly she does as she’s told.
I wait until Sybil is in the bedroom with the door closed, knowing she can’t escape from that window. Even if she managed to break the glass there are bars that would prevent an exit. I peer out the window at the porch and become agitated when I see it’s Taty. I told her not to just show up.
I slip out the door and close it behind me. “What do you want?”
“You weren’t replying to anyone’s text.”
“So. I’m a grown ass man. Don’t need you checking up on me.”
“Your mom isn’t doing so hot. An ambulance brought her in last night. Asshole Wrath found her passed out next to a bottle of booze and pills. Had to pump her stomach in the back of the ambulance. She coded twice. You need to go see her.”