Chapter 33 #2
I climbed over her legs, trapping her underneath me.
She swung her arm back, trying to get me with her axe, but I jerked back and grabbed her hand.
With a quick move, I rid her of the axe and locked her wrists in the handcuffs at her back.
“There, my little criminal. I’ve been dreaming about this for ages. ”
She growled, bucking under me, her nails digging into her palms, trying to find a way to escape, but all she managed to do was rile up the beast inside me.
I grabbed hold of the bottom of her dress and bunched it over her hips.
I’d already torn up her panties earlier in the evening.
Her bare pussy shone under the moonlight, tempting every cell of my body to dive between her legs and feast.
But my beauty did what I’d told her. She kept trying to run, kept trying to be free. I cracked a sharp slap on her ass, pulling out a heady moan from her lips. Her hips arched painfully, begging for more. This time, I slapped her cunt, soaking my palm with her arousal.
I opened the zipper of my pants and pulled out my hard, aching cock. I stroked it in my fist and rubbed the head over her sopping-wet opening. “You want me to fill this pretty little hole, don’t you? You’re needy for my cock. You want me to paint your insides with my cum.”
She whimpered, rubbing herself on my cock, soaking it down to my balls.
I gave her another tight spank on her ass and pushed her head in the dirt, arching her hips even more. Her bare knees scraped against the forest floor. My fist clutched her luscious hair, arching her spine, as I slammed inside her in one fucking thrust.
A symphony of our groans and growls echoed through the woods. Every string of thought disappeared from my mind. Only one thought, one emotion, one sensation remained.
Fuck.
I pushed her face down, grabbed her handcuffed wrists, and rutted into my girl, thrusting into her with a maddening glee.
“I told you to run, Tara.” Slam. “Not to get caught.” Slam. “But you wanted to get caught, didn’t you?” Slam. “Answer me,” I growled.
“Yes,” she shrieked, rolling her hips into me, pushing back to take all of me.
I leaned over her, needing to hear her rough little pants, needing to feel her back shaking with pleasure.
I pulled the neck of her dress down and grabbed her soft fucking breast in my hand, squeezing it, rolling the tight bud of her nipple, eliciting a breathy gasp from her lips.
I bit her ear, and her cunt squeezed the fuck out of my cock.
I slammed inside her harder, drowning myself in her wetness.
Mindless ecstasy raced through my body, lighting my blood on fire, kicking my heart into a gallop. My hand sought purchase on the ground as I rutted into her tight little hole, the feel of the dirt under my palm turning up my adrenaline of the hunt.
My hips snapped into hers with violent thrusts, rocking her body under me.
She spread her legs farther, arching up her hips and shrieked, her core squeezing and milking my cock to the point of pain.
Her orgasm barreled through her cunt. I pulled out for a second, allowing the rush of wetness to slide out of her, and slammed back in.
“More, Tara. Give me more,” I roared, wanting to feel her squirting on my cock.
“I can’t,” she whimpered, but her hips rolled with need, with a bottomless hunger that matched my own.
“You can. I know you can,” I gritted out through my teeth, snapping sharp thrusts and rolling her clit with my fingers. I moved my palm over her lower belly and pushed lightly.
Her moans turned long as her body started to shake. Her pussy started to squeeze me once again, as a tidal wave of wetness rushed at my cock, erupting from her cunt and soaking me completely.
A deranged laugh rattled through my chest as I slammed inside her to the hilt, letting go of every semblance of control.
My hips snapped as I clutched her tits, rutting into her like a mindless beast. The sound of her sopping-wet pussy ratcheted up my pleasure, sending ecstasy shooting down my spine.
Pleasure ripped through my body, my balls tightening painfully before a million fucking lights sparked behind my eyes, my orgasm shooting out of my cock. I pulled out and, with a guttural roar, coated her ass, the back of her thighs, and her lower back with ropes of my cum.
I pushed myself back inside her, warming my cock in her warm cunt, rubbing my cum along her skin, trying to infuse myself in her. “Mine,” I grunted, and softly petted her pussy, trying to calm my racing heart.
She hummed but stayed still, her back rising and falling with soft breaths.
Slowly, I pulled out of her and tucked myself back in my pants. Bending down, I licked her pussy, coating my tongue in our combined taste, imprinting it in my mind forever. We tasted like sinful darkness. Perfect.
I unlocked the handcuffs, slowly righted her clothes, sat on the ground, and pulled her into my lap.
She tucked herself into my arms, her face lying in the crook of my neck.
“You okay, beautiful?” I asked softly, not wanting to disturb the magic of the night, the thrill of the hunt, and the ecstasy running through my veins.
Her soft lips pressed against my throat, and she turned her head to look at me. Her face wore a dreamy smile, her eyes glistened, her makeup was ruined, and she looked like my fairy tale. “Perfect. That was…fucking perfect.”
I pressed a kiss to the red markings on her wrist. “Thank you for including me in the killing of those scums.”
Her body shook with laughter, and she gave me a teasing smile. “Thank you for making it a hunt. I don’t think Samaira will kill men any other way now.”
“Maybe it’ll be my thing alongside Samaira.”
“You want to become our killer?”
“Not our. Only yours. I belong to no one. I answer to no one. Only you.”
A beautifully possessive smile lit up my girl’s face, and she crushed her lips on mine, tasting us on my mouth. She nipped my lip and said against my mouth, “If you don’t stop saying things like that, I’ll never be able to let you go.”
“Good.”
I picked her up in my arms and started to walk back the way we came from.
“You don’t have to carry me. I can walk.”
“Is that right? You really want to walk?”
She pouted. “Fine. Carry me.”
“It’s only till we reach those dead fuckers. We’ll need to drag them back to the safe house.”
“Ugh. That’s why we don’t chase the perps through the woods. Finishing the job in a basement is easier.”
“Shut up. You had fun.”
“Fine. But I’m out of the killings if it’s gonna turn into a hunt.”
I chuckled. A weird lightness fluttered through my body at the way we talked about my violent urges in such a casual manner.
Tara had been through so fucking much, had seen the worst of humanity and lived through so much pain, that my darkness—the very thing my family feared about me—didn’t even faze her.
It was the most liberating, peaceful feeling to have ever washed over my soul.
Without even a conscious effort, without even meaning to, Tara was giving me back my identity. With her, I could be myself. Accept myself. Fucking revel in myself.
She was the moon to my night, lighting up my soul, celebrating the beauty of my darkness.
And I wasn’t ever letting her go.
Once we stepped inside the safe house with our three bodies, my eyes met Lena’s. I dropped the two bodies at her feet while Tara dropped her target.
Lena arched her eyebrows. “Had fun, Lieutenant?”
A chuckle left my lips, and I nodded. “For your and Tara’s sake, don’t go and watch tonight’s footage.”
Samaira, who was casually eating an apple while leaning against the dining table behind Lena, snorted loudly. “I’m sure Tara’s going to erase the shit out of the recording tape by the end of the night.”
“Damn right.”
Lena shook her head and gave me a smile. “Alright, everyone. The cleaners will be here soon. You can clean up upstairs. There’s some frozen food in the fridge if you’re hungry. We leave in the morning.”
As Samaira and Lena walked away from us, I followed Tara upstairs. I leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Before you delete that footage…”
She scoffed. “I’m just cutting it from the drive. We’ll keep it for…personal reasons.”
I lifted her in my arms and pulled her over my shoulder, making her shriek with laughter. “That’s my girl.”