Chapter 24 – Ferrin
FERRIN
Iscrewed up. I knew it the moment I did it too, but even as I was doing it and common fucking sense was screaming through my ears, I couldn’t stop. I wanted to come inside her. I wanted to know what it felt like. I wanted that piece of me to be hers, something neither of us could erase.
If I get her pregnant, well, I don’t know.
It’s done, and I can’t undo it, so fuck it.
One day at a time, I guess.
That’s all any of us have, and killing Lars last night might have sealed my fate. I don’t regret it. I’d do it again. If I’m going to die, which I likely am, I want these days with her. It’s more than I can ask for and certainly more than I deserve.
But I’ll keep her safe. From Sven. From her mother. From whoever else is out there. I’ll get her to the royal family if that’s what she wants. I know she still has some doubts about who she is, but I don’t. It’s her.
Sometime between when I come inside her and fall asleep, I have the thought of taking her to the sea.
I want to see her in that bikini. I want to see the smile she’ll have and the wonder and excitement in her eyes.
I want to spend another night inside of her in a world where consequences don’t exist.
No one will know we’re there.
We could have a normal night without someone trying to kill her.
One that’s just for us that she can look back on and remember fondly.
One that I can look back on and remind myself that I had her once.
All that perfection. All that spun gold.
The princess. She’s mine for now, and I’ll be able to live in that memory whenever I want.
It’s why before dawn, I wake her with kisses.
Her eyes are heavy with sleep, barely fluttering as if she’s too tired to dream.
She’s so pretty, she makes me ache. I snap a picture of her like this.
I’ve taken several over the last few days.
When she didn’t realize what I was doing or didn’t know I was watching her, I took pictures.
Of her at the bar chatting with Masters, and shopping in the store, and at the counter chatting with the clerk.
Then of her sleeping beside me that first night.
I wish I had one of her with her fingers in her cunt, but I don’t.
I made excuses for why I was taking photographs. Blackmail or extortion or some other nonsense. I think even then, I knew I’d want memories of her.
I set my phone down and pull back the blanket. I smile even as blood races to my cock. Goddamn, she has a gorgeous body. So fucking sexy.
Her round, perky tits are soft even as her nipples turn into hard peaks.
Her belly is toned and tanned, and her pussy…
fuck, her pussy is so perfect. She shifts but doesn’t wake, and I swirl my tongue around one of her nipples before I move south, climbing in between her legs.
I told her last night I’d eat her sore pussy, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do now.
I licked her virgin blood.
I smile like a fucking deviant. I’ve never wanted to taste someone’s blood before. Actually, the thought is kind of sickening, but hers… I had to fucking taste that. It was mine. I made her bleed, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
My heart starts to race, and I nestle in closer, blowing cool air on her warm pussy.
She shivers, and her hand moves down her stomach as she releases a heavy, sleepy moan. I blow more cool air on her but punctuate it by circling her clit with my tongue.
“What are you doing?” she mumbles, even as she glides her feet up so her knees are propped up on either side of me.
“Are you sore now?”
“Yes,” she replies, and that shouldn’t make me happy, but it does.
“Good.” With that, I give her pussy a deep, plunging kiss. So sweet and delicate. I groan, insatiably hungry for her. Licking my lips, I play with her. Nibbling the soft skin of her lips and splitting them with my tongue. “Open up for me, princess, or I’ll do it for you.”
Her thighs spread, and I take advantage, sliding my hand under her ass so I can lift her to my mouth.
She whimpers, her fingers combing through the top of my hair in her attempt to hold me in place. Her eyes pinch shut, and she sucks in a shaky breath as I thrust my tongue up into her.
“Princess, fuck,” I groan. “That’s it. Just like that, darlin’.”
I called her Desta last night. It was intentional, but I don’t think she’s going to want me to regularly call her that, and I’m not sure I can call her Genevieve again. I had enough trouble saying it before when I thought it was her name, but knowing it’s not, I can’t call her it.
I squeeze her ass in my hand and crouch up onto my knees so I can get deeper into her. Eating pussy isn’t something I particularly spent a lot of time doing before—sort of like kissing—but with her, I can’t get enough. I could honestly eat her cunt for hours.
I want to fuck her again, but I know if I fuck her now, I’ll want to do it again immediately after I finish.
Then likely again. We won’t leave this hotel room, and we need to.
Other than the sea, I murdered a man in cold blood in this town last night.
I scoped the businesses and buildings on my way, but that doesn’t mean I missed a camera, and my face wasn’t exactly hidden, despite the disguise.
Her hips rock into me as she gets closer, her breathing coming out in soft pants.
“Ferrin,” she moans, and my dick surges, my body on fire.
I’m lost in her. In how her scent and taste travel through my lips and tongue and warm my muscles, making me primal.
I want to stop time, but the clock is already ticking. Soon enough, I’ll have to give this up.
I stare up at her from between her thighs, across the valley of her stomach, and through the span of her tits.
She’s not mine. She’ll never be mine. I knew that from the start. That even though I knew better than to want her, I did anyway. I’m already dreading giving her up.
Why her?
Why does it have to be the one woman to put air in my lungs and life in my blood that I can’t keep?
I push all that aside and focus on what’s in front of me. Literally.
I push two fingers into her and fuck her with them. I don’t bang into her. Not the way I did last night when I fucked her. I suck her clit into my mouth and flick it with my tongue while my fingers find her front wall and gently coax her into pleasure.
Her body responds instantly. No longer easy or light moans, she’s on the edge, and I’m pushing her right over it.
With one hard suck on her clit, she comes on a high-pitched squeal, her hand tearing at my hair as she comes all over my face.
She grinds and rubs and gets me messy. Her legs fall limp, and her grip goes slack.
I climb up her body, a stupid grin on my face that I can’t wipe off.
I hover over her, staring down into her pretty eyes that are more slate than silver right now.
I dip and kiss her, swirling my tongue straight into her mouth. She tries to pull me down to her, but I shake my head. If I get on top of her naked body now, I’ll never get off it.
“We need to get going.”
She frowns. “How come? I thought I was here until the festival tomorrow.”
“We shouldn’t stay here. The police could be looking for us, and it won’t take them long to figure out where we are. Besides, I seem to remember something about you wanting to go to the seaside.”
Her eyes brighten. “Really?”
“Safer than here. Your mother knows where we are, and it won’t be long before Sven comes looking.”
I haven’t gone through Lars’s phone yet. I need to. I need time to do that, which is why I woke her so early.
“Get yourself ready. I’m going to my room to do the same, and I’ll knock on your door in an hour. Don’t open the door to anyone else. I don’t care who they say they are. No one.”
“Got it.” She chews on her lip. “We have more to talk about.”
I nod. “Tonight. We’ll talk more tonight.” I give her another kiss and climb off her, throwing on my nasty clothes from last night. “Lock and bolt the door behind me. And keep the gun out with the safety off.”
Worry creases her features, but I’m not taking chances.
“We’re fine. It’s a precaution.”
“Okay.”
With that, I close the door behind me and walk across the hall to my room, Lars’s phone in my hand.
I unlock it with the new passcode since I can’t use facial recognition with it.
There are texts waiting, but I do a quick search and find that an unidentified body was discovered in an alleyway.
No suspects have been apprehended, except my princess was seen eating beside him last night, and he followed her when she left.
It won’t take long until they find her here.
Then there are the texts.
I scroll up to the top of his exchange with A, but it’s not that far.
It has an abrupt beginning, almost as if he deleted texts that came in prior, which is so fucking frustrating.
Yet, it’s also obvious that they know each other, more than her simply having his phone number.
It almost proves that I was right that this is how my safe was broken into so easily.
They’ve likely been working together for a long time.
A: The ten thousand euros were transferred. Bring the girl to me at 8 Nuage Crest in Zermont, and you get the other ten. Another ten when you give me proof Marie and Rhys are dead.
Jesus. That’s something. I move on to his texts with Sven.
Sven: Where are you with the girl?
Sven: Check in.
Sven: Where the fuck are you? Your location says you’re at her hotel.
Shit. I should have known they’d track each other.
Me: I’m with the girl. She took me back to her hotel room.
Sven replies instantly.
Sven: No shit. Really?
Me: Really. I had my fun, and now I’m bringing her to the woman for the second part of the payment. She’s not taking it well. I may have to drug her. Where are you on the sister?
Sven: Working on it. This woman doesn’t want to be found. I say we kill the girl and her mother, like you mentioned yesterday. I agree that’s the smartest play.