My cock can’t resist that siren song. I jerk hard as I thrust deep, jetting seed against her womb.
Get in there, I think ferociously. I want to plant my baby inside her, want our lives twisted together like overgrown vines in a dark neglected wood.
I can’t resist the thoughts. I want her body to carry a piece of me that’ll suck life into itself from her.
I want a connection that lasts forever.
For the length of my life and after I’m dead, I want her soul tied to mine.
Chapter Seventeen
Rachel
Sasha’s gone upstairs to talk to Trick about intel they’re getting on Leone, so I take the opportunity to shower. My pussy tingles from where he gripped it after we had sex.
“Stay still for a few minutes,” he said, that giant hand cupping me, keeping his cum inside.
“It won’t work. Not yet.”
He didn’t answer. Just kept his hand there stubbornly. And deep inside me, I could’ve sworn I felt a sort of pinch and tingle, like something had changed. Just imagining things, I think. He wants it so much, and now that I get why, I find myself wanting it too sometimes.
I towel off and put on a robe. It’s too long on me and skims the tile, but I like the thickness of it. I dry my hair and put on mandarin-scented lotion. Then I hear him moving around the room. I’m glad he’s back. I don’t really care that we missed dinner at a nice restaurant. Getting to spend time alone with him, being close, is what matters.
I open the door and step out, but it’s not Sasha.
The blonde girl who’d been sucking Trick’s dick earlier is standing in the center of the room, and she’s not alone.
Alberto Leone is with her.
* * *
Anvil
The alert on my smartwatch sounds. I frown and look down, thinking it can’t be right. She should be right below me. Twenty feet away at most. But the alert says she’s more than a hundred yards away and moving. She wouldn’t have left the hotel without telling me.
“Let’s go,” I say, cutting Trick off.
