Chapter 20
TWENTY
COLE
I watch in shock as the guy I was fighting drops to the floor, and it takes me a couple of moments to realize what just happened. One glance to the side shows me she did the same thing to the other guy.
Seriously, who the fuck is this girl?
Dead.
They’re both dead.
She just killed them and hasn’t even batted an eye.
Does she plan on killing me next?
I look between the knife in her hand and her face. There’s a wild look in her eyes that tells me it wouldn’t be an impossibility. In this lighting, her eyes are almost silver to match the blade she’s holding, and it makes her look even more dangerous.
Who the hell knows what she’s capable of doing to me.
She steps over the guy on the ground as though she’s just stepping over a piece of trash littering the street and brings her knife to my neck.
“Couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you? ”
A growl crawls its way up my throat and I sneer at her. “I helped you get out of the mess you were in though, didn’t I?”
She ponders that for a moment before nodding reluctantly, and the boulder in my gut loosens.
“So, what did they want from you? And what do we do now? Call the police?”
Lana snorts and shakes her head, giving me a look of derision. “You’re crazy,” she says, bewildered. “Of course, we can’t call the cops. In case you haven’t noticed, I just killed two guys, and you just admitted to helping me with the mess. Meaning, you’re an accessory to murder, pretty boy.”
Her hold on the knife against my throat hasn’t loosened as we’ve been talking, and I’m pretty sure she’s forgotten that she’s holding me at knife point, but I don’t really mind it. It’s better than sitting in that club with the guys and getting blackout drunk because this is far more interesting.
Heat flares in my gut the longer she stares daggers at me, and I know that this could end in one of two ways—either I’m going to fuck her, or I’m going to end up dead on the ground with the other two.
My mind still hasn’t fully processed everything that just happened, and I’m gonna file it away on the backburner for later, since I’m more curious to see what will happen next.
Lana must see the thoughts running around my head written across my face because she sighs. “Don’t even fucking think about it, Cole.”
“Don’t think about what?” I muse innocently.
“About whatever it is you’re thinking. Me and you. We’re not a good idea.”
I push forward, ignoring the sharp sting of the knife along my neck, and grip her hips.
“What? You can be a whore for everyone else but not for me?” I mutter, and her eyes flare, but I keep going. “I’ve never been known as logical, baby. We might hate each other, but we’d sure as fuck be fire if we just gave into what we both want. Just this once.”
She glares at me for a moment, though it’s halfhearted compared to the usual ire she throws my way, as though it’s just her default setting. She takes a deep breath before throwing the knife to the floor, and she pounces.
“One time won’t kill us.” Her lips meet mine in a fiery kiss, and I don’t miss a beat, kissing her back in tandem. My hands fall from her hips to the round of her ass and I lift. She wraps her legs around me and moans sinfully into my mouth.
Fuck, she feels good.
Almost too good.
Her dress has ridden up with the movement so my hands are on her bare ass, and I can’t stop my fingers from wandering to her entrance.
I’m stopped from wandering too far by the material of her panties, and I grunt into her mouth at the intrusion.
I’d love nothing more than to strip the dress and leather jacket from her body and lay her out on a bed, but I know that’s not even a slight possibility for us.
We’re so fucking wrong for each other, and that’s probably why it feels so damn right.
I need to feel her. Just this once.
“Do it,” she whispers, and my responding groan pulls a chuckle from her. I adjust my stance, making sure not to step on the dead guy by our feet and push her against the wall to give me some leverage.
I pull her panties to the side and a curse falls from my mouth as soon as I feel her wet heat against my skin.
“I’m gonna fuck you, little menace. I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, and you’ll take it all. ”
She hums. “We’ll see, pretty boy. Show me what you’ve got.”
That’s all the invitation I need, and I push her harder into the wall to free my hands from having to hold her in place.
I grab a condom from my back pocket before reaching down and undoing the zip of my slacks and freeing my throbbing cock from its confines.
I slip the condom on before lining myself up at her entrance.
My hips jolt forward, and I fill her completely.
“ Holy fuck ,” I moan as she gasps, burying her head into my neck. “You feel amazing, baby,” I murmur before pulling out to the tip and sliding my way back inside of her. “So hot. So goddamn tight. So fucking wet for me.”
She clenches around me as the words leave my mouth before her teeth find the skin of my neck and she bites down on me in an attempt to muffle her moans.
God, I wish she wouldn’t. I wish she’d be as loud as she is in my fantasies, but the last thing we need is someone coming down this alleyway to see what the noises are, only to find me fucking her against the wall with two dead men at our feet.
I should probably stop thinking about the dead bodies right next to us.
But fuck, that only makes it hotter.
It’s so messed up, so goddamn depraved that the thought of them alone has me thrusting even deeper.
“I should have known that the only time you’d stop with the sass would be while I was fucking you,” I grunt.
She tenses a little in my arms, as though she’s only just realizing how compliant she’s being, and it’s like suddenly a switch has been flipped and she pulls her head away from my neck and puts space between us without me pulling out of her.
“Well, I can’t be having that,” she says with a saccharine smile before using her hands on my shoulders as leverage to lift away from me and dropping her legs from my waist. Her feet hit the floor and my dick falls from her pussy.
I barely have time to register what’s happening before she swipes my legs from under me, and I hit the floor with a thud, landing me right next to the body.
“What the—” My words cut off as she straddles my lap and impales herself back on my dick.
“Jesus,” I mutter as my hands fly to her waist.
She rides me, pulling moans and groans from my lips as her head tilts back in bliss.
She’s beautiful like this, her hair a wild mess, her eyes blown out with lust, her tight cunt squeezing me.
She licks her lips as she stares down at me, a feral glint in her eyes as she glares.
It’s like she’s incapable of looking at me any other way, and I can’t say I don’t love it.
I’m so busy staring up at her face that I don’t even notice her pulling another knife until the sharp blade slides down the material of my shirt.
The only saving grace is that this knife is black, unlike the silver one she used on the two guys, so I at least know I won’t be getting their blood all over me.