Chapter 29 #2
“But that wasn’t the first time I saw you.” I chuckle, remembering the night with Casius. “I was out at a bar, and you were there flipping the guy over for touching you.”
“You saw that?” She can barely get the words out, straining as her whimpers increase.
I nod once. “He was a client. A real piece of shit.”
I start to work her clit against my palm while she tries to close her thighs around my hand. I don’t let her, forcing my knee there, keeping her open for me.
“He was hurting women, and I knew you were gonna be next. I killed him that night. I had planned it before I saw you, but I would’ve done it for you no matter what. I know that now.”
“Adriel!” she cries as I fondle her clit between my fingers.
It's the first time she’s called me by that name, and hearing it… My heartbeats still.
“I wanna ruin you,” I vow. “I wanna make it so you never forget me. Not in this world, not even when we're both rotting in the ground.” I slam two fingers inside her. “Do you want that? Do you crave this as much as I do?”
“Yes!” she pants, gasping for air.
My hand curls around my cock, and I rub the crown against her wetness. “I’m gonna treat you like my filthy whore.” My free hand fists her hair in a tight grip. “’Cause you’re my whore, aren’t you?”
I hate using those words with her, knowing she was called worse when she was with those animals, but I know it’s what she wants. What she needs. She wants to own her power, and I will be right here to give that to her.
“No, please,” she whimpers, being my good actress.
If she wants me to force my cock deep inside her, then I will do exactly that, and I will enjoy every fucking moment.
“I don’t need your permission to fill you up.” I press my body over hers, my front to her back, my teeth nipping her lobe. “I get to play with this little cunt anytime I want. Any way I want. I get to taste it, suck it, and fuck it.”
Without warning I enter her, hard and fast with one quick motion.
“I own it now,” I growl. “It's mine. Just like you.”
“Oh, God!” she cries. “Please…no!”
But her perfect behind meets every one of my strokes.
I reach under her and play with her clit, my lips on her neck as I kiss there, teeth sinking into her sweet flesh. “Look how wet you are. So easy for my fat cock to stretch you.”
My groans grow deeper just as I slide out and ram all the way back in until her head meets the headboard.
“N-no. Stop, please,” she chokes even as her groans get closer together.
Because she doesn’t want me to. She wants me to go faster. So I do, pounding so deep, I become one with her.
“Shit, oh God,” she chokes out. “Don’t do this. I'll be good. I—I promise.” Her voice goes breathless, head bending sideways, eyes meeting mine.
“Mm, you are being good. Look how good you take every inch of me. Stretched around it to perfection.”
My hand edges up and fastens around her neck, the span of my palm covering her throat. Her pulse raps violently, those eyes boring into mine with lustful need.
Her chest pressed to the mattress and her ass high, she lets me hit deeper, the sound of flesh meeting flesh sending me even further over the edge.
“Oh, God. I'm gonna come. Please don't make me…” Her fingers curl against her back, tightening into fists.
“You keep saying that and I’ll make you come all night until you can't talk anymore. Better yet, maybe I should gag you.” I slip four fingers into her mouth, and she bites, whimpering around them.
“Fucking hell!” I deepen my strokes, unable to stop the maddening way I want her. “Come for me. Let me feel you drench my cock.”
She groans around my fingers, biting down hard, but I only welcome the pain.
“Shit, look at you…”
Her pussy gushes all over the bed, and it’s a beautiful thing to know I made her do that.
“Look at you squirting around my dick.” I thrust faster as she continues to come, like she can’t stop herself.
I increase my pace when I feel she isn’t done. She’s gonna have another. Jesus Christ. She chokes on her own moan when another orgasm hits her only minutes later. This time, I let her scream, using the fingers that were in her mouth to flick her clit.
“Yesyesyes! F-f-fuck!” She can barely catch her breath, gasping with her cries of pleasure.
I could die right now and feel as though I've served a purpose on this earth: to make this woman come the way she is right now.
I tangle her hair around my wrist and pull my mouth to the shell of her ear. “I'm gonna come inside you, baby bird. Make you take every drop, because everything I am is yours."
“Please.” Her eyes beg me for it.
She pushes her ass into me, and my release hits me almost instantly, rushing out with a vengeance. The hardest I've ever come.
“Kayla…” I hiss as I spill into her warmth, never wanting to come down from this high, my balls squeezing until they ache. I give her every drop I own.
My pulse thumps almost out of my throat while I slow my movements until I’m done. Yet slipping out of her is the last thing I want.
So I don't.
Instead, I untie her wrists and curl one arm around her front. Pulling her up against me, my front to her back, I remain buried inside her.
“What are you doing?” she asks breathlessly.
“Making myself at home.” I kiss her shoulder. “Now close your eyes and go to sleep. You need to rest.”
She yawns and nods. “After what you just did, I think I do.”
There’s a smile in her voice, and knowing I put it there makes me smile too.
This would be the perfect way to go. Die right here in her arms, ’cause I know death is coming for me soon enough anyway.
I bring the blanket over us and watch her fall asleep, hating that in a short while I’ll have to leave her.
But there’s something important I need to take care of. Someone else I have to keep safe. And knowing what the Midnight Murderer is capable of, I know he has no lines he wouldn’t cross.