Free The End of Tomorrow by Tara Brown

in my underwear and tank top. I didn't care that I had no shoes on. I didn't care. I just left.
    When I got to the elevator I pushed the button rapidly. As the door opened I went to step in, but he rushed me, pushing me in with him. He spun me around and pinned me against the wall as the doors closed. The light in the shitty elevator was dim and flickering.
    He seethed into my face, “I cared. I cared, goddammit. I cared in a way you can’t imagine. I sit next to those fucks, and I tolerate their bullshit by telling myself every single one of those kids is only one soul and I have to save millions.” His voice cracked. It sounded the way my heart did. “I care. I care about you. I have loved you my whole life, and I have to live with the fact that you are with him—that boy. You are safe with him. Why do you think I don't fight for you, Evie?” He pushed me into the wall as the elevator sat, frozen there on the same floor. “I let him have you, I let him love you. You are his because he keeps you safe, Evie. That's one way I can keep you safe.” He dropped to his knees, dragging my underwear to the side and burying his warm mouth between my legs. He licked, sliding a finger up inside me. The light flickered off and on, and I wasn't certain if it was my eyelids or the actual lights. “But make no mistake, every bit of you is mine.”
    His fingers slid in and out of me as his tongue flicked my clit. I gripped the wall, clutching to the handrail.
    He pulled back, pummeling his finger in and out harder, making my knees nearly buckle. “This is mine, Evie. You are mine.”
    He stood, tearing my underwear off and lifting me into the air. I rested against the wall, seated on the handrail. He wrestled with his buckle and pants for a moment as we explored each other’s mouths, gripping each other with desperation.
    When he released himself, he plunged into me. We both moaned, filling the quiet elevator with noise. His thrusting echoed off the walls, bouncing my body. In the flashing light I caught a glimpse of our bodies writhing and grinding against each other. His hands cupped my ass. He spun me around, holding me in the air. I planted my feet on the railing on the wall and let him rock me up and down on his cock. I gripped him, pushing with my legs, desperate for the orgasm I had been denied for forty-eight straight hours.
    “I need you, Evie. I need you in my life.” He pulled me into him, gripping and grunting into the silence.
    My body riding his began to clench down as his fingers bit in. We came at the exact same moment, gripping and sweating.
    He thrust harder for the last few strokes, jerking into me as I quivered over him.
    He pushed the open button on the elevator and walked us back down the hall to my hotel room. The door was still ajar so he just walked in, closing it and leaning against the back of it. He let me slide down him, but still gripped me. “Let’s take a shower, Evie. I adore our showers.” He led me to the bathroom, closing the door and starting the hot water so we could rinse off everything—the good, the bad, and the ugly.
    When we got into bed he held me, but even there in the safety of our La La Land, I could see their faces. I could feel the hot blood running down my fingertips. I could see all the levels of sin in the world in color. Joining that horrid imagery was the knowledge we would go back to the real world tomorrow and this would end. This bliss of true love would be over, and I would have to face my feelings, my fears.
    He kissed my cheek and whispered into my skin, “I want you in my world, but I have to change the world first.”
    There was no response for that. So I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, letting him hold me in that place built on the lies we had told ourselves.
    I woke, confused to see a strange room in a hotel.
    “Hey!” Luce smiled at me from the chair in the corner.
    “Where are we?” I blinked and rubbed my eyes. “What happened? Where are we?”