Chapter 9 #2
“You shouldn’t have fucked with the Sinclairs.” I push the blade in deep and drag it across his throat in one smooth motion.
Blood sprays across my hands and arms. Harrison makes a gurgling sound, his eyes going wide. His body jerks against the restraints as he tries to breathe through the severed artery.
I step back and watch him die. It takes longer than I expected. His movements slow, the blood flow reducing to a trickle.
When he finally goes still, I release a long breath.
Dane is there immediately. He takes the knife from my hand and sets it aside. Then he pulls me against him, not caring about the blood covering my hands and arms.
“You did so well, kitten.” He kisses the top of my head. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I look up at him. “I need you.”
“Good.” His hand tightens in my hair. “Because you already have me.”
“Well.” Fox pushes off the wall. “Surely you don’t expect us to watch this part.”
Tate grins. “Our family isn’t that fucked up.”
Dane’s phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and reads the screen. His mouth curves slightly.
“The Council just sent the authorization.” He shows me the message. “Victor Ashworth is officially a Talon target. I have the execution order.”
“Tate will handle it? Or one of the Talons?” I ask.
“Tate will oversee this one.” Dane pockets his phone and looks at his sons. “Clean this up. I want every trace of Harrison Lockwood gone by morning. Dump him where no one will find him.”
Fox nods. “We’ll take care of it. And then we’re going out, right, brothers?”
Thorne nudges Tate. “We’ll get Fox drunk and see who has him glued to his fucking phone.”
Dane ignores whatever is going on with his sons. “And make sure there’s nothing that ties back to us.”
“Done.” Tate crosses his arms and looks at me. “Welcome to the family, Whitney. You’re officially one of us now.”
Thorne is already moving, grabbing supplies from the corner. He pauses and focuses on me. “You should kill people more often. Dad’s never been this chill.”
“Maybe if you all would ever stop running your goddamn mouths.” Dane’s tone indicates he doesn’t mind all that much. His hand tightens on my waist. “Good work tonight, boys.”
Fox pats him on the back. “Anytime, Dad.”
Dane grabs my hand and pulls me toward the door.
We step outside into the cool night air. The SUV is parked fifty feet away, hidden in the shadows.
Dane doesn’t let go of my hand as we walk. When we reach the vehicle, he opens the back door and lifts me inside.
“Get in.” His voice is rough with need. “That pussy is mine.”
I climb onto the back seat. Dane follows, closing the door behind him. The interior has almost no light because of the deep-tinted windows, except for the faint glow from the dashboard.
He grabs my jeans and yanks them down my legs along with my panties. Harrison’s blood is still on my hands and shirt.
“You’re incredible.” Dane spreads my thighs and settles between them. “I need to know how good your pussy tastes after a kill.”
He lowers his mouth to my pussy and licks through my slit with one long stroke.
I gasp and grip his hair. “Dane—”
“You’re soaking wet.” He circles my clit with his tongue. “Did killing him make you this wet, kitten? Or is it knowing that I watched you do it?”
“Both.” I rock my hips against his face. “I wanted you to see what I’m capable of. I wanted you to know that I am Mrs. Sinclair.”
He groans against my pussy. The vibration makes me moan and push against him.
“That’s fucking right.” He pushes two fingers inside me while his mouth works my clit. “You’re everything I never knew I needed.”
His tongue moves faster, his fingers curling to hit that spot inside me that makes me lose focus on everything but him. I’m so fucking close. My body is already wound tight from the adrenaline of the evening.
“I love you.” The words tumble out of me. “I fucking love you, Dane.”
He pulls back just enough to speak. “I love you too, kitten. Now come on my tongue so I can fuck this pussy.”
He seals his lips around my clit and sucks hard.
I come with a loud moan, my thighs clamping around his head. He doesn’t stop, working me through it until I’m shaking and gasping his name.
When I finally collapse against the seat, he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Fuck. You taste so fucking good.” He sits down on the seat and unzips his pants. “You want to feel like you are still in control, Whitney? Come and ride this dick.”
I straddle him, positioning myself over his cock. He’s never allowed me to do this before. Dane is always in control, always on top. I usually prefer my husband dominating me. But right now, on this high from getting my revenge, I want to know what it’s like to be the one that fucks my husband.
I sink down onto him slowly, taking every inch. We both groan at the feeling.
“Jesus, fuck.” His hands grip my hips. “You feel so good.”
I start to move, rolling my hips in a slow rhythm. Dane watches my face, showing me he loves me without saying a word.
“You know what I thought when I saw you kill him?” He thrusts up to meet my movements. “I thought how goddamn lucky I am that this fierce, deadly, beautiful woman belongs to me.”
“Forever.” I brace my hands on his shoulders and ride him harder. “And you are fucking mine.”
“I hope you are having fun fucking me like this.” He pulls me down for a hard kiss. “Because you are going to spend a lot of time on your fucking knees to remind you who is actually in control.”
I move faster, chasing the pleasure building inside me again. Dane helps, lifting me and slamming me back down on his cock with brutal force.
“I’d burn the entire world for you.” His voice is rough. “I’d kill anyone who tried to take you from me. You know that, right?”
“I know.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “And I’d do the same for you.”
He grabs my throat with one hand and squeezes. “But not without my fucking permission.”
I struggle to breathe as I ride his dick as hard as I can.
“I’m going to come.” I gasp the words out. “Please, Dane. Please let me come.”
“Damn. I hoped you’d forget to ask permission so I could make you ride home with a mouthful of my cum and a plug in your ass.” He tightens his grip on my throat. “Now you’ll just have the plug.”
I’m trying to decide if I want to accept that punishment, because I’m not going to last.
“Fuck. I need to come, Dane.”
“You’ve earned it, pretty girl. You can come for me.”
My orgasm takes over my body, making me unable to move as I fight to extend the sensation. Dane groans and pulls my hips down, pulsing inside of me as he fills me.
We stay locked together. We’re both breathing hard. His hand releases my throat, and I sag against his chest.
“That’s my good girl.” He kisses me gently this time. “I fucking love you so damn much.”
I rest my head on his shoulder, not wanting to separate from him. Through the tinted windows, I stare at the warehouse where I killed Harrison.
“What happens now?” I ask.
“Now we go home.” Dane’s arms tighten around me. “We take a long, hot bath. And then I’m going to fuck my wife’s tight ass.”
I smile against his chest.
This is who we are. We’re both fucked up souls who are made for each other.
We’re not good by any stretch of the imagination. But together, we are pretty goddamn amazing. We’re exactly who we were always meant to be.
And I wouldn’t change a single fucking thing.