7
“Finn. Can you stop? Can you let me concentrate?”
“You can concentrate while bouncing on my cock, baby.”
I sigh, continuing to go through Finn’s scribbled notes, fact checking them on my phone, while I do exactly that—bounce on his cock.
He’s taken me to his place, though place is a big word for the ugly motel room he’s staying in in Oakley.
Oakley is the neighboring town to Astley, but you wouldn’t know it. Whereas Astley is affluent, home to the formidable Devil Company, Oakley is nothing but… the slums. I guess it makes sense Finn would be staying here. He probably can’t afford a nice place after having wasted five years in jail.
Maybe I should feel bad about that, but, well, whatever.
“Damn, your pussy’s tight,” grunts Finn, each of his thrusts making my eyes water.
But for once, I’m far more interested in my work than in the orgasm that’s slowly building in me.
“What about Cotton?” I ask at last, my voice breaking as my core clenches, and I feel my pussy spasm around his cock.
“Fuck!” He changes positions abruptly, and I squeal in a very un-Cass-like way. I’d been sitting on his lap, my back against his chest, and now, he tosses me on the bed so I’m on all fours, his cock still in me, so that he can pound into me harder.
“Fuck, fuck! My notes! Oooh, fuck! Daddy!” The orgasm that’s been threatening rolls over me, and I shudder helplessly in its throes.
“They’re my notes,” he groans, and then he pulls out and I feel his seed fall on my ass. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” He smacks my now wet cheeks, and I whimper.
“You’re going to have to stop doing that, Finn, or I swear, soon, I won’t have an ass left.”
“Yeah, well, that’s your fault. If you hadn’t injected me…” He drags me back up, cum and all, onto his lap, and his hand finds its usual place against my pussy. “Now you’re just going to have to walk around ass-less.”
“And pussy-less, I guess,” I sigh, as he starts to stroke my folds absentmindedly. “So? What about Cotton?”
“Yeah, he didn’t do it.”
“How is that possible?”
“Look—none of the research papers he wrote have anything to do with either Valeron or Synaptrex. He can’t have stolen your research.
He must have stolen your Daddy’s. Cotton should never have been on your list in the first place, baby.
Honestly, for a brilliant science prodigy, your lack of research skills astounds me. ”
“I do have research skills, Finn! But… but… I trusted my…” I bite my lip, unwilling to call the man who adopted me by that name again.
“Yeah, well, you’re just going to have to trust your new Daddy, aren’t you?”
He speeds up his massage, and my body clenches with the effort of not giving in to the sensations. If this continues, my mind is going to break. I need to stay sharp.
“So, Cotton shouldn’t have been on your list,” drawls Finn. “Which means I don’t need to be on your list. Which means—”
“You should’ve told me that before. I could have killed you!”
“Not a chance. But it was cute to see you try.”
“Says the guy who emptied his Glock out in the wall!”
He pauses. “Yeah, well, maybe I didn’t really want to kill you back then either. I know you’ve always had a crush on me.”
“I did not—”
“And it’s the same for me, I guess. The chemicals in my brain were shouting at me to kill you, but every single other cell in me was resisting. It wasn’t easy, but I managed it. Not such a loser after all, huh?”
“Yeah, well, I would have killed you. Without a second of hesitation. I had you dangling in that trap!”
“You are the cutest chatterbox of a killer I’ve ever seen,” he says, smacking me on my ass cheek again. “You spend far too much time talking, far too little time killing. I could have pulled you to me at any time and forced you to give up that knife.”
“You were pleading with me to let you go,” I snap.
“Yep. I’ve seen the effect pleading has on you. Remember that lap dance, baby?”
“No, I don’t! I was drunk! Stop—ooooh.”
He’s done it now. Pushed two fingers in my pussy, and my brain is officially broken.
“Stop lying, baby. I already told you, I know you haven’t had a drink in your life.”
I don’t bother to deny it, snuggling against his pine-scented chest as his fingers thrust into me, bringing me to another orgasm that has me shuddering in his grasp.
“You need to give me a break, Finn…” I whine.
“I can’t, baby. I told you. It’s either this or I kill you. And this is a whole lot more fun than killing you, isn’t it?”
I don’t deny that either, only moaning when he stretches open my thighs and buries his face between them.
“Oh my gosh…” I practically sob with overstimulation as he licks a wet stripe up my pussy, then pulls on my clit and sucks it in. “What about the… the other names…”
His tongue drives into me, making me see stars.
“We’re going to have to rebuild that list. There are a whole lot of names, but we have to find them.
It could take years. Years to make that list, years to cross off each name.
Maybe you could kill one guy every year.
And the rest of the time, you’d spend in bed with me.
Or against the kitchen counter. Or in the shower.
Or on a park bench. I’m not particular, baby.
Don’t you think that would be enough to take the edge off? ”
I don’t answer, because I can’t bear to admit that… yes. Yes, it might just be enough. Instead, I force out between moans, “What about… Mr… Mr. Campbell?”
“He didn’t have anything to do with your mom’s death,” says Finn, his voice making my folds vibrate.
He takes a pause from his hard sucking of my clit to take a breath.
“He’s running trials with your mother’s drugs, but he doesn’t know the truth about Devil stealing your invention.
Killing his son is probably good enough revenge for that.
However, he is responsible for your Daddy dying.
He literally gave the order, because he believed your Daddy was the Dark Devil—the serial killer who used to go around murdering people.
And he knew your Daddy had a reason to kill all those guys.
I told you, that list is his, not yours.
Do you want to avenge your Daddy’s death? ”
I barely hear him, the blood crashing to my ears as yet another orgasm rolls through me. Hell, he is going to kill me if this continues. But maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad way to die.
“I… guess.”
It took four orgasms, but I’ve at last accepted it. Finn is right. Daddy was a liar who used me, and who would have killed me once I’d finished off his list. “I do want to avenge him. Not because of anything other than… I think it would help me to move on.”
“Yeah, I think so too.” Finn pinches my overstimulated clit, and I cry out. “I think avenging your old Daddy’s death would help you to fully embrace your new one.”
I’m far too spent to bother objecting.