“I won’t.”
His breath hitches, his hands scrambling for my hips. He presses me down tightly on his cock. I gasp at the depth.
Soren groans against my throat as he comes. His grip on my hips is unforgiving as he spills inside me.
“Oh no,” he rasps. “I’ve come in my therapist.”
16
SOPHIE
Idon’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until I hear my family. I pick myself off the pillow, wiping drool from my cheek.
I hear the shifts of a full house—murmured conversations behind closed doors and the soft creak of wooden floors as people move. I let out a breath when I sit up in bed. Soren’s not here. Which gives me a gracious moment alone to collect myself.
Christmas Eve is tomorrow. I’ve barely been able to keep track of everything else happening.
I’ve done something stupid. I’m concerned about the consequences of this. Slowly, I scoot to the edge of the bed. I can still feel the evidence of Soren inside me. It’s leaking out of me and painting my thighs as I quickly get to the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later, I look as normal as anyone can after fucking a psychopath, I suppose. I leave the bedroom and see my mom and aunt sitting on the couch, looking out at the mountains.
I’m not in a rush to find Soren. I’m concerned he’s not even here. That he lied about why he killed last night, and now thatI’ve fucked him, he’s gone out to kill again. I’d rather face my mom than worry about that right this minute.
“Why did you elope?” She asks. The accusatory tone has softened, at least. But I still don’t have a good answer for her. Suddenly Soren emerges from the basement level, bursting into the living room like he didn’t just fuck me senseless.
“Your eye!” My mom gasps at the shiner.
“Had a collision on the slope last night when I was called in.” He walks behind the couch we’re sitting on. I tense. What’s the new normal here? I don’t know.
He stops behind me. I feel his fingers brush the hair away from my neck before he leans over and kisses it. It’s tender and intimate, far too familiar. It makes the skin he touches tingle. I can feel him everywhere again.
“Would you like any hot chocolate? We still have packets of the one you like.”
“No,” I say, completely flustered. He starts to pull away but then comes back in and presses his nose to my hair, inhaling. What the hell.
“Mmm, I missed you.”
“It was a nap,” I say.
“You should have taken one with me earlier,” he teases. With that, he pulls away and strides to the kitchen.
“Wow,” my mom and aunt both say. I send them a panicked smile and shrug. What can you do? No knowing how your psychopathic fake husband will act next. One minute it's fucking you raw. The next it’s smelling your hair and remembering that you like hot cocoa in the afternoon instead of coffee.
My face is so hot I know my blush can be seen from space. I chuckle nervously and scratch the invisible itch above my eyebrow.
“I should get dinner ready. Sandwiches okay with everyone?” I pop up.
“Sounds good,” my aunt says. My mom gives me a strange look.
“Good,” I rush out before escaping to the kitchen.
“What was that?” I hiss at Soren. He finishes swallowing his coffee and looks at me innocently.
“What?”
“You know what,” I say. He wraps a hand around my waist and drags me into his chest. His eyes stare at my mouth.
Please don’t kiss me, a little voice in my head begs. There’s something breaking inside me. I’m not sure I can afford another kiss and keep my head on straight. He leans in and I tilt my head for him.
