Chapter 25
ADRIAN
Istand in the threshold of Alice, aka ElizaQueen’s, apartment, my gun still pointed toward the threat. Was shooting her the right thing to do?
Probably not.
But no one fucking touches my little killer.
She sat in an interrogation room and never threw me under the bus like she could’ve—like she should’ve. I owe her loyalty.
No matter what the fuck she did.
She’s mine.
I reholster my gun and cross the apartment, ignoring Alice’s body and dead eyes staring up at the ceiling. I extend a hand to Liliana, who’s still jammed in the frame of the coffee table.
“Detective Shaw,” she chokes out as she looks up at me, her pretty green eyes rimmed with tears. “How nice of you to show up.”
I chuckle, grabbing her wrist to avoid aggravating the cut on her hand. “Always the best timing. I know. I think this makes twice.”
She side-eyes me as I hoist her up and she dusts herself off, as if she can rid herself of the blood sprayed all over her. “Well… this is complicated.” Her voice comes out stilted, as if she might be on the verge of losing it.
Which is reasonable when your best friend is trying to murder you.
I guess.
“So…” She clears her throat, her eyes bouncing from her feet to the body slumped over on the floor. “Should we like… Should you like… call this in?”
I hold her gaze, my mind finally really connecting the moments I’ve shared with Liliana in the dark and in the light.
And fuck, am I hard.
“I think it can wait a minute,” I say, reaching out. I grab her wrist and flip it over, bringing it to my mouth. Her lips part slightly as my mouth connects with the wound, my tongue lapping up the blood oozing.
“Adrian,” she breathes out my name for the first time.
“Liliana,” I murmur, cleaning the wound with my mouth. I tug her closer to me and then pull the bottom of her hoodie over her head. “You like to have control, don’t you?”
She swallows hard, her hair spilling over her white T-shirt. “I had a fantasy.”
“Yeah?” I keep my voice calm, my chest warm and fuzzy—like the fucking movies or some shit. “Tell me about it.”
“I stabbed and killed you,” she blurts out, just as I rid her of the T-shirt. “I thought I was turning into my father.”
I smile, drinking in the way her chest rises and falls, her perky little tits held in by black lace. “You’re not like your father, Little Killer. I think we were all wrong about that. You’re just an artist.”
She nods slowly. “I am.”
“Show me how we can make art,” I say, all my suspicions and guards dissipating into nothing. “Show me, Little Killer.” I trace my thumb along her lip, pressing it into her mouth.
Liliana sucks on it and then reaches for my suit jacket. “Take off your clothes.”
“I’ll let you have control,” I sound almost foreign to myself, “if you give it back to me when you’re done.” But fuck, do I want this woman to feel powerful.
She thinks she’s weak because she couldn’t kill a woman trying to kill her, but she has no idea. She’s survived hell.
And she still wants to make something beautiful from it.
So, I strip down for her, unbothered by the dead body. All I can do is watch Liliana do what she does best. She strips off her own clothes, and we stand there, facing each other. Completely fucking naked. No masks. Nothing between us.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I tell her, as her eyes rake over me. “And I know what you feel, Liliana.”
Her eyes snap back up to mine. “What do you mean?”
“My mother killed my father,” I say, my voice low. “And I think deep down, maybe he deserved it. I just haven’t ever wanted to accept that.”
Liliana’s eyes rim with moisture. “I understand.”
“I know you do,” I whisper, watching her as she leans over, picking up the shard of glass she dropped. It’s covered in her blood, but I don’t stop her as she comes for me.
“They’re still there.” She runs her fingers over the cuts she made on my body in the dark. “I like them.”
“Me, too,” I say, reaching out and tugging her hand toward my abdomen. “Make me yours, Liliana. You’re the only woman it’s ever made sense with.”
“And it makes no sense at all,” Liliana smiles, tracing my skin with the glass. A shiver runs down my spine, and my cock flexes. I want nothing more than to dominate, to make her gag on it like I did in the seedy hotel, but…
But that’s not what we have. It’s more than that.
I tip my head back and shut my eyes as she breaks the skin, a sharp exhale cutting in the silence. She lets out a light moan as she finishes her name, and I grit through the pain.
When she finishes, she leans forward, her tongue dancing across the cuts, cleaning up the blood oozing from my skin. And then she continues, dropping lower.
“Fuck, Liliana,” I groan as her tongue wraps around the head of my cock. My fingers thread through her hair as I finally look down at her. Blood and saliva coat my cock, and her name, beautifully carved into my skin, still emits droplets.
My little killer.
Who doesn’t even kill at all.
My breaths grow labored as she takes me down the back of her throat. “You’re so fucking good, baby,” I groan, letting her have the control of how much of me she takes and how fast.
Liliana lets out a whimper in response, her hands digging into my thighs in the same place she broke skin before. Pleasure—the kind that comes with a flood of emotions—builds deep in my core, and I fight the urge to take over, longing to face fuck her.
But before she finishes me, she abruptly stops, pulling her head away and peering up at me. “Your turn.”
“Okay,” I rasp as she picks up the shard of glass and presses it into my hand.
“I want it in the same place,” she says, carefully standing to her feet. Her eyes never leave mine as I kneel before her. I press my lips to her lower abdomen, just to the left of her belly button, mirroring mine.
My cock throbs as I start the process, carefully writing my name into her skin. Broken glass digs into my bare knees, and I ache with the need to be inside of her, but nothing fucking stops my precision.
And the moans that escape from Liliana’s lips are fucking delicious.
Her fingers brace on my shoulders, and from this angle, I can’t see the rotting fucking body of her best friend.
Fuck Alice and the pain she caused Liliana.
I finish my name, and then kiss all over the letters, working my way lower in the same ritualistic way. Liliana spreads her legs for me, her pussy glistening. I kiss her pretty lower lip, smearing her blood across it.
“You’re so fucking sweet, Liliana,” I groan, sliding my tongue between her slits. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she breathes, rocking her hips against me as I bury my face deeper, lost in the taste of her pussy and her blood.
“Good girl,” I moan into her, feeling her thighs tense around my head. “Tell me what you want now.”
“You,” she moans. “I want you inside of me.” She digs at me, pulling me upward. I stand to my feet, and she grabs my hand and then leads me to the couch. Her eyes never leave my face, and she directs me to sit.
I do as I’m told, my hands running over the porcelain skin of her curvy fucking hips. I trace the lines all the way to her eyes, and lock in.
“Never wear a mask with me again,” I plead with her, my cock nearly bursting at the feminine glow in her cheeks. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Her lips curve into a smile, and she carefully straddles me, her pussy’s entrance looming just above the head of my cock. She hesitates there and then looks me dead in my eyes.
“Kiss me.”
I thread my fingers gently around the back of her head and do the one thing I’ve never fucking done during sex.
I kiss her.
She bites down on my lip, drawing me deeper as she slowly sits down on my shaft, her pussy slick. Our blood mixes as she starts to move, her mouth still intertwined with mine.
I canvas every fucking inch of her mouth with my tongue, desperate to know what she tastes like. Whatever the fuck this is between us is something I want to hold onto forever. I want it to be as permanent as the fucking name carved in my skin.
Fuck the consequences.
“Oh fuck,” Liliana leans back to catch her breath as her hips rock passionately against me. I grip her waist, letting her have control but still enjoying the feel of her beneath my fingertips.
Her face contorts in pleasure as she orgasms, her pussy squeezing my cock in a succession of pulses. I dig my nails into her hips, a groan burning my chest as I try to hold back.
She tips her head back as she finishes and then meets my gaze once she comes down from the high. “Finish, Adrian.”
“Fuck,” I nearly explode, but instead, hold her down hard against me, burying my cock entirely inside of her. “I want you, Little Killer. I want you.”
“I want you,” she cries out as I pound into her, holding her there with my hands. “Oh god, Adrian.”
That fucking does it. My name on her lips.
I explode inside of her, my cock releasing until it feels like there’s nothing left. As soon as I finish, I fall forward, my head resting between her breasts. She wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly against her.
My mother may be right.
Maybe I want to serve Liliana. Forever.
“Adrian,” Liliana breathes finally, after a few moments have passed.
“Hmm?” I lean away, catching her eyes.
“We should probably deal with this now.” Her lips turn into a smile.
I pull her down for one more kiss and then release her. “Yeah, we probably should.” I glance over to the body, bleeding out on the floor.
Parker is going to freak out.
“Fuck Alice,” Liliana murmurs, looking at the same thing.
“Fuck Alice.” I pause, tipping Liliana’s chin back to me. “But not us. I want to keep us.”
She nods, pressing her forehead to mine. “Me, too. Let’s keep us. No matter what.”
“Yeah, no matter what.”