Incriminate Yourself, Why Not, it Will Be Fun #2
I peer up at him from under my eyelashes, my pulse beating rapidly against his thumb. Any sense of reason is scattered into a million pieces, the desperate need pulsing inside of me all there is left. “Please, Flynn,” I beg. “Please fuck me.”
Flynn’s light blue eyes darken, a violent intensity shrouding the sharp angles of his face as he hooks my legs around his waist and drives into me. He keeps one hand on my throat as the other drops low, his thumb finding my clit with unerring accuracy.
He rolls circles over the tight bundle of nerves and I gasp, breathing fast as he drags me nearer to the edge.
“I need—” I start but Flynn shakes his head.
“No.” He tightens his hold on my throat, cutting off my air.
I jolt, my eyes widening, but Flynn doesn’t let go. “Do you feel that?” he asks. “How fragile your life is? I don’t let go and you’re dead, Hazel.” His gaze darkens. “You will not put yourself in danger again, do you understand me?”
I nod as best I can, my lungs burning.
“Good.”
I reach for Flynn’s wrist, trying to pull it from my throat, but he just shakes his head again.
“You can breathe when you come. Not a second before.”
My head swims, every part of my body tingling. Flynn pumps in and out of me, the lack of air heightening the sensations. Each thrust rolls through my body and all I can do is cling to Flynn as dizziness takes over. Just as I think I’m about to pass out, Flynn pinches my clit and pleasure explodes.
“Good girl.” Flynn loosens his grip and I gasp for air as my climax ricochets through me, the pleasure so violent it threatens to take me under.
I collapse against the wall, letting Flynn hold me up as he pounds faster before grinding to a stop and pulsing inside of me.
Warmth spreads through my core, his release filling me up.
I curl into Flynn, burying my face in his shoulder and breathing him in. I don’t know whether it’s him or just the fact that I can breathe again but nothing has ever smelled so good.
“Fuck, Lilac.” Flynn cradles the back of my head, keeping me close as he softens inside of me. He kisses my face, his lips brushing my ear. “So much better than in the books.”
I laugh, tired and sated, my eyes drifting shut. My body is sore in the best way and I’m only vaguely aware of Flynn lying me down on the bean bag and covering me with a blanket.
“I’ll be back in minute. Don’t move,” he orders.
I’m not sure I could move right now if I wanted to, so I do as I’m told and Flynn reappears a moment later with a bottle of water and a washcloth. He draws the blanket back and spreads my thighs, his gaze turning hooded as he watches his cum leak from my pussy.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
I squirm as he strokes the cloth between my thighs, the material warm against my skin.
“Sensitive?” Flynn asks.
I nod.
“Good.” He puts the cloth down and finds my still throbbing clit, pressing down on it with his thumb. “Maybe it will make you think twice the next time you decide to disobey me.”
I tense, gritting my teeth until he relents.
Flynn leans over me, pressing his forehead to mine. “Good girls get rewarded, bad girls get punished. Understood?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. It would be hard not to understand when I can still feel his hand on my throat. The same hand which has killed eight people.
Funny how I never once felt unsafe.
“Good girl.” Flynn draws the blanket back over me and lies down, pulling my back to his chest. I rest my cheek on the bean bag and look around his murder room.
If you ignore the crime scene-esque cork board on the wall, it just looks like a gaming den.
The shag rug is gentle under my legs, and the dim lighting is soft against the black walls.
But my gaze drifts back to the murder board.
The photos of all the men Flynn’s killed are surrounded by what looks like evidence of their crimes.
The only photo not linked to news articles or documents is the one of Senator Claren.
He’s pinned up in the middle at the top of the board, his smiling face making me uneasy.
Flynn’s hand rests on my bare stomach and I play with his fingers as I get up the nerve to speak.
“What exactly is your plan for the senator?” I ask, kind of glad I’m not facing him right now so part of me can pretend he’s not a serial killer and we’re talking about something other than pre-meditated murder.
“I mean, why haven’t you already… you know? ”
“Killed him?”
I grimace. “Yeah. That.”
Flynn’s breath puffs against my neck, making my hair flutter. “I haven’t found enough evidence yet. When I kill him, I want the world to know exactly what sort of monster he is.”
I stare at the photo of the senator. His perfect teeth and neatly cut hair seeming all the more sinister now I know the truth. “So how do you find evidence?”
Flynn brushes his thumb over my stomach. “Everyone makes mistakes, you just have to find them. There’s this woman, she signed an NDA and received a significant sum of money in return.”
“You think she has something on Claren.”
I shiver as Flynn lifts the hair off my neck and kisses the spot behind my ear. “I do.”
He rests his head back, the beans in the bean bag rustling beneath us. “I’d go talk to her but I’m not sure that will go down too well.”
“What with you being a convicted serial killer and all,” I say, dryly.
“It has its drawbacks.”
Sarcasm with Your Stalker: Hazel Halloway’s new normal.
I think back to this morning and my Lois Lane cover. “I could talk to her,” I say.
Flynn’s hand on my stomach turns to stone. He rolls me onto my back, his biceps straining against his T-shirt as he holds himself over me. “No, you couldn’t.”
“But—”
“No. I didn’t tell you this so you’d get more involved, I told you so you’d understand just how dangerous you’re little investigating act is. You are not to go anywhere near the senator or anything to do with him.”
I huff, my brow digging down. “You can’t just order me not to do something.”
Flynn’s hand snakes up to my neck, his hand curling around my throat. “Oh, I definitely can.”
I breathe against his palm, forcing myself to focus on the topic at hand and not the way my body reacts to having him collar me. “I want to help,” I argue.
“You do help, just by being you.” Flynn brushes my jaw with his thumb as he looks down at me in awe.
“I’ve never met someone who makes me feel so much. You smile and I feel happy. You laugh and it’s like I’ve won gold. You fight me and…” His voice drops low, his gaze turning hooded. “You don’t want to know what goes through my mind when you fight me, Lilac.”
I squeeze my thighs together and bite my lip to stop from answering because I think part of me really does want to know. “So, what now?” I ask instead.
He kisses me softly, his words brushing my skin. “Now, I take you home and you stay far, far away from the senator. Go back to the light Hazel, let me stay in the dark.”