“You’re such a good slut, you know that, right?”
She nods, and I bend her over the arm of the old recliner, the smell of old, sour sweat curling in the air.
When she recoils, I release her, and Clara immediately stands. Her gaze darts around and her body shakes more than it was.
“I can’t… not there.” She looks at the floor, twisting her fingers.
I’m not about to press her for details. The memories crusted within these dirty walls are enough to make my skin crawl without needing details.
I lie beside the crimson mess and pull her onto my face. Gripping her thighs, I explore her folds and lick her sweet juices as she grinds her clit against me.
As she tenses and grabs onto my chest, she whines when she comes. I roll her over and Andrew’s vacant gaze is locked on us. She sent him straight to hell, and we can move toward our new path without having to look over her shoulder anymore with fear.
“You’ll rot somewhere,” Clara spits out at him. “Iwin, not you.” I hold on to her, pulling her onto all fours, and slide into her wet pussy. She lets out a primal groan. “Fuck! Make me come all over your hard cock, Burke.”
She’s putting on a performance, and if that’s what she needs, I’m happy to be here to deliver. I grab her ponytail, jerking her upright, and slam into her. The way she squeezes around my shaft is almost too much to bear.
Not wanting to hurt her scalp, I let go of her hair and grip her hips as I pound into her.
Clara grips the carpet in front of her, thrusting back on my dick as she screams out and tightens around me. “Fuck, Burke, I’ve never come like you make me do.”
“You belong to me, that’s why.” I growl and lift my leg to steady myself before pulling out and spreading her open to watch my cock disappear. “Dragonfly, you take me so fucking well,” I grit out before slamming in to the hilt.
Clara lurches forward until her hands rest on Andrew’s naked flesh.
Blood seeps through her fingers, and it’s undeniably hot as fuck. I have never experienced this before, but seeing her with her own handiwork has heightened all of our senses, and I cannot help but crave her even more.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to come again.”
I never intended to stop slamming into her and reach beneath us to swipe my fingertips over her clit. When she squeezes down again, I can’t stop and fill her with my come.
“Just like that,” I whisper. “Such a good job.” As much as I want to give her another round, I am aware Curt will be here soon, and I pull out. “What do you want, Clara?”
“Make me come again, please,” she begs.
Leaning back on my heels, I slide two fingers into our combined juices and rub her clit, and as she humps my hand, my dick throbs for more. Adding another finger, I fuck her until she clamps on my digits.
“Fuck yes,” she screams.
“Perfect. Let’s get out of here, Dragonfly.”
“I don’t have any clothes, you ripped them. What’re we gonna do? My prints are all over him now! Fuck, I’m stupid.” Clara’s face drains of colour.
“Nope, I know a guy. He’s scheduled to be here within an hour. I got this covered. No one will ever tie you to this piece of shit. Not like this.” I get up and pull my jeans on before doing them up.
“My clothes are still fucked.”
I hand her my hoodie and slip on my shirt. Clara drowns in the fabric, but it covers everything it needs to. I grab her blood-covered hand and leave the knife next to his body. “Any parting words?” I ask her.
“I’ve said everything I need to,” she whispers. Her gait wobbles, and I know the adrenaline is going to run out.
Clara is silent on the ride home. I run my fingers over her bare leg, trying to keep her in the present, but she doesn’t respond. Staring out the window, she shivers and her body trembles.
Dissociation is a coping mechanism I have used more than once, and I can tell she might be doing that as her body handles the hormones pumping through it.
When we get to the front door, she stumbles over the first step, and I pick her up and cradle her against my chest. Walking up to the bathroom, I set her on the counter before drawing a warm bath.
“You did so good,” I tell her.
