I try to keep my eyes on Lucy, but I forgot just how good Sean is at sucking cock. He lives for it and prides himself on how many men he’s made bi-curious by being so much more intuitive about what feels good than their wives ever were. He takes me into his throat immediately, and my eyes roll back into my head as he swallows rhythmically.
Maybe I won’t kill him after all.Fuck.Maybe I can just chain him up in a basement somewhere with the other guys we use to train new interrogators. It’ll be a worse fate for him than death, but as long as he’s healthy enough to do this…
I lose myself in the sensation, languidly thrusting in and out of his mouth as he expertly brings me to the brink and backs off, remembering that I enjoy being edged. I need to play more with the men in our scenes and not let Lucy hog them. She hasn’t gotten to see me at my fully bisexual best, and I wonder if she’d like it. Would she like getting herself off while watching me fuck another man? Or I could bottom while she rides me…
My orgasm hits me like a freight train, out of nowhere and with a force I wasn’t expecting. I almost forget myself and the one gift I’m giving my Sunshine tonight.
“Do not swallow,” I growl out, enjoying the last few moments of my release. “Go show your new friend what I gave you and share with her. You know where to put it.”
Sean looks put out that he can’t swallow the cum he earned, but he’s a good boy and does as he’s told. Crawling over to Lucy, he wastes no time pulling her to the edge of her seat. The angle isn’t great, though, so I cut through the binds of her legs and stand behind her, pulling her open for him. Immediately, he moves to her cunt, spitting every bit of my cum into her.
I’m enjoying the sight of myself spilling out of her, reveling in howrightit looks, when Sean seals his fate. He must enjoy the visual too, or decide he’s not giving up all of his reward, and dives in to feast on Lucy’s pussy. He cleans her up, then moves to give attention to her clit while reaching a hand up as if to breach the hole that belongs to me.
He never gets close. The second shot of the night echoes through the room as he falls back. I rip out Lucy’s gag so I can hear the full force of her scream. It feels better than I thought it would to finally kill Sean, and I savor the moment as I enjoy the screams that turn into whimpers.
“What iswrongwith you?” Lucy’s whisper breaks the silence, and I turn to see her slumped in the chair, looking defeated. Her center shines with my release, and my soul thrums with pleasure at the sight. After I’ve looked my fill, I move to cut her free from her bonds, dick twitching back to life when she shivers at the cool kiss of the flat of my knife.
“What’s wrong withme?” I taunt, enjoying the fact that she’s free now but hasn’t moved a muscle. “You’re the one who killed two people tonight, Sunshine. I think the better question is what’s wrong with you?”
“Me? How in the hell do you think you’re going to stand here and accusemeof—”
I’m basking in her anger, enjoying the way her blush rises from her chest and up her neck, when my ringing cell phone cuts through the tension of the room. The interruption is what I need to get myself together, and I leave her sitting to go deal with business. I try to convince myself I don’t care if she’s still here when I get back, but it’s impossible.
If she leaves, I’ll chase.She can’t get away from me now.
Chapter thirty
What. The. Fuck.
No, I’m done. Sasha can fucking tell Blanche for all I care. I’ll leave and never look back. Lawrence can go to hell, the Sinclairs can go to hell, and Sasha Taranov can go. To. Hell.
They can keep their millions too. I don’t care. I don’t want anything to do with this godforsaken city any more.
I suppose I should consider myself lucky Sasha untied me this time so I can get the fuck out of here. Stepping over my pile of clothes that are in shreds on the floor, I grab a blanket and practically run out of the filming room, avoiding the dead bodies on my way. I don’t know where Sasha went, but I’m glad he’s gone. How dare he blame me for their deaths after forcing me to watch that? Letting someone else fuck me is his own prerogative, but to force me to watch another woman wrap her mouth around him? Well,fuck him.
God, why are there tears in my eyes right now? Why should I care where he puts his dick? He’s notmine.Not anymore anyway.
It’s storming outside like it does almost every afternoon, but it doesn’t stop me. I run from Blanche’s house to my cottage and welcome the rain. Maybe it will wash away the sorrow that seems to have permanently taken root in my heart. A heart that only two months ago was so full of joy and light now seems broken into too many pieces to ever fully repair.
The cottage door swinging open in the wind breaks me from my pity party. I’ve lived as a single woman for too many years, and I may be optimistic by nature, but I never leave my door unlocked. I slow my jog and carefully walk into the living room. The floor is mostly dry, so either the roof over the patio has kept away any rainwater or the door has been recently opened.
I barely have time to consider who might have broken in before I’m being picked up by my neck and slammed against the wall. Closing my eyes, I draw in a deep breath, because there’s no telling when I’ll be able to again. I don’t even have to look to know whose hand is wrapped around my throat. I know that touch. I know that smell. I can feel his breath inching closer to my skin, causing chills to erupt across my body. This all-consuming presence is undeniably Sasha. At last, he makes contact, nuzzling his head in the crook of my neck, and I can’t help the way my head falls back.
“What the fuck did you do to me, Lucy?” He grunts. “Why can’t I get you out of my goddamn head?”
With all my might, I open my eyes and am met with the piercing gaze ofmySasha. “I didn’t do anything…”
“Bullshit!” His grip on my neck tightens, cutting off my ability to speak. “You’ve done this to me! How dare you lie to me, use me, make a fool out of me! You knew how hard it was for me to let people in!”
I grab at my throat and scratch at his hand until he lets up enough for me to take in a shallow breath. “What are you eventalking about? Ilovedyou! You were the best part of mylife! The best thing that’s ever happened to me, and you justleft!”
His chest heaves with every heavy breath as he stares into my eyes. “I’ve never killed a woman before. Did you know that? That woman tonight? She’s the first one. And it’syourfault.Youare the reason she’s dead. And do you know why? Because apparently, I can’t stand to let another human alive touch either one of us. How is that going to work? Huh? Because I can’t stand to be with you, Lucy, but apparently, I can’t stand to be with anyone else.”
Tears fall down my face at his accusation. How dare he blame me for killing that woman, especially after making me watch her? I wanted to…well, I wanted to fucking kill her. But that was just in the moment. I wouldn’t have everactuallyhurt anyone and especially neverkilledsomeone. God, he’s fucking dense.
“Fuck you,” I breathe out, slapping him with all the pathetic strength I can muster. The force is enough to turn his head slightly, and instead of snapping his attention back to me, he holds it there.Fuck, I’m going to be in so much trouble.I know I shouldn’t have done that, shouldn’t have roused him to more anger than he already has. I’ve personally witnessed him murder three people like it was nothing, so there’s no telling how many kills he has. Before I can have a full-on panic attack, he slowly turns his gaze back to mine, a smirk growing on his face.
He’s right there, so close our mouths are almost touching. It wouldn’t take much, and I would have his lips on me again. From the way he’s looking at me, it’s clear that a demon still lurks in the shadow of his eyes…but there’s more ofmySasha than I’ve seen in weeks. Fuck, he’s intoxicating. And standing this close, he’severything.
