Her look changes again, growing deeper and darker—her cheeks turning red. Exhaling, she presses her palms flat against her stomach and turns away, pacing resuming. When I finally take my eyes off her and refocus on Lakens’s, he’s sweating, face flushed, but he tries to sit up, typing confidently into the keyboard.
“Oh, so you did know.”
“I think I do…”
“Oh, yeah? Well, aren’t you lucky?” Within seconds, his face pops up on the NYPD’s police registry.
Nathan McDermot, but I’ll only ever know him as Bruno, the man who saw me, who promised me my dreams—the man who sentenced me to death.
“Bun.”
She runs over, reading all the information illuminated on the screen and rereading it again and again until I’m sure she could recite it all. Still, she finds a strip of paper and writes it down, ensuring nothing will be forgotten. After she slides it inside my pocket, Lakens snaps.
“There! I gave you what you fucking wanted. Now get the fuck out of my house before I send you both back to where you belong!”
Hm.
That sounds an awful lot like a threat.
Before another stupid word can come out of his mouth, my knife is at his navel, slicing open the hollowed area as I drag the blade all the way to his chest, where it sticks inside the cracked cavity. My breathing is louder than the pulsating in my ears, but over the waves crashing around in my head, I can still make out the rattled whisper of death.
Bunny, shock on her face, rushes to his side, eyeing the spilled guts in his lap while his muscles continue to twitch. With great force, I rip the blade from his chest, accidentally splashing Bunny in the face with his still-warm blood. My mouth drops, ready to apologize, but she licks the iron flavor away, pupils swallowing the bright blues of her irises.
Shocked, with my blood traveling south, I round the chair, taking Bunny’s cheeks in my hand to rest her head against mine. “I didn’t mean to take that away from you. But he was really beginning to piss me off.” Her eyes shine with a smile before the baton falls to the ground. In the next second, her fingers are in my hair, tangling and twirling the slick strands. She keeps me here, locked tight in her embrace, before uttering,
“Fuck me.”
God.Smirking, “Finally.”
Wrapping her tongue around mine, I slide my hand between her parted thighs, feeling her slick center already weeping. Palming her heat, Bunny begins plucking the buttons of my shirt one by one. Frustration makes her fingers clumsy, which brings a scarlet red tint to her cheeks. As much as I enjoy seeing her flushed skin, I need to be inside her.Now.
Ripping my hand from her center, I grab both sides of this borrowed shirt and pull, sending buttons flying. When my chest is free, exposed to the chill in the air, I force Bunny back, throwing her spine into the wall.
“Keep looking at me,” I breathe, hiking her hips up and around my waist.
Pressing my tented slacks against her clit, Bunny hums into my mouth. “Oh, shit.” I take advantage of her ajar mouth, sliding two fingers between her lips to get them nice and wet. Without instruction, she twirls her tongue around each digit, leaving them dripping before I slide them inside her. Immediately, the back of her head collides with the wall, my name groaned into the open air. I slurp it in with a curled tongue, knuckles-deep in her tight heat.
“Oh, god,” she moans, bouncing against my fingers. “More, Cade! Fuck.More.” Her aggression sparks my own, awakening all I had been trying to control. Gliding one—two—more digits in her dripping center, she rides my palm, whispering nothing but filthy wishes. “Oh,fuck!”
Grinding against my calloused skin, she breaks her lips away from mine and drags her tongue from my stubble to my earlobe, biting down viciously on the thick skin before bringing herself back to my mouth. I can taste my blood on her lips. The flavor only grows richer when she takes my tongue and traps it between her teeth.
Just as I let one hand fall to my zipper, Bunny stiffens. Her eyes lift from mine and shift into the hallway, where she stares with concern. It’s then that I remember Sophie.
Without dropping Bunny, I walk us outside, stepping right into the rain. Steam rises from our overheated bodies, fizzing into the air. After setting Bunny on her feet, I hold her still against the rotting wood post, pulling myself from inside her.
“Open,” I demand, holding my sticky fingers in front of her. She parts her lips for me instantly, cleaning me of her juices. When she’s finished and there’s no trace of her left on all four digits, Bunny drops to her knees, fighting to undo the buttons keeping my pants on. After enough of them are removed, shetears my length free from its confinement and draws me to the back of her throat.
The storm raging above masks the groan that rumbles between my lips. Under my fingernails, I feel wet chunks and pieces of a wooden stick as I claw the posts to keep myself stable. Rain falls heavily on our heads, covering Bunny’s face in a curtain of hair. I used one hand to push it back, holding her with a clenched fist. She sucks my tip with vigor, drawing out my seed with suctioned cheeks. I can sense my need building at the base of my balls. Before she can take me over the edge, I rip myself free from her mouth and pull her up, standing on the tips of her toes.
“Come here,” I groan, pulling her tongue into my mouth to lick the salt from her taste buds. While I make sure to get every droplet left behind, I fold us backward, running my hands along the underside of her thigh. Yanking her calf to hook onto my hip, I palm her bare ass where the dress’s material has rolled up. I tell her to look at me, but it’s pointless because she already was. Bunny hasn’t looked away since she first pulled my dick into her mouth.
Still, I love that she listens. I wouldn’t want to miss the dilation of her eyes when I stick my tip inside. Once I fully sheath myself in her wet heat, Bunny’s mouth and head fall, a long, deep, pleased moan drawn out into the storm. I pump into her slowly, wanting to savor the slick sensation of her pussy gliding along my cock, but Bunny digs her nails into me, hissing, “Harder. Fuck meharder!”
Taking the throbbing vein in her neck between my lips, I give her what she demands, fucking her into the porch posts until she loses her footing. When she stumbles, I catch her and throw the other leg around me, giving me complete and utter control while I drive myself in deeper.
There’s something dark in Bunny. I don’t know if it was something that was always there or something Marone created when he had her taken and used. Whatever the case may be, she craves violence. Bunny wants to be hurt, abused, and broken. She wants to be torn apart and have it beherdecision.
I don’t want to cause any more destruction, but I can give her this. I can give her bodies, and I can give her pain.
