“That’s it,” I tell her. “You take it so fucking well, valentine.”
Her reply is breathless, wrecked, and still goddamn defiant. “That's all you got? Hmm?” she pants. “I thought for a wanted serial killer you’d fuck harder. More…brutally.”
I grin, feral. “So fucking mouthy.”
I adjust my angle and slam into her harder. She gasps as every one of my barbells hits that spot, her moans echoing off the walls as her cunt clamps down around me.
“What?” I smirk, knowing she’s still got fire in her, she just can’t focus when I’m pounding into her. “Run out of smart-ass shit to say?”
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh god—don’t stop, Kade. Please. Yes. Right there,” she begs.
Fuck me.
Despite how much I loathe the sound of someone begging, I’d listen to her do it for the rest of my fucked-up life. My cock twitches inside her as I slam into her again and again, so hard the mirror behind her loosens, rattling against the tiles.
“Goddamn,” I whisper, gripping her ass tighter as I drive her down on me. “You feel so fucking good. Clenching around my cock like you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t,” she moans. “I’m going to come.” Her cunt grips down hard as her orgasm hits, and fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.
I slam into her again as her body spasms around my shaft.
“That’s it,” I growl. “Fucking milk my cock, Aeri. Come for me.”
The mirror rips free from the wall, shattering into thousands of glittering shards as I drive into her again and again, the sound swallowed by the bass and her broken cries. The pressure snaps, white-hot, and my own release tears through me.
I bury myself one last time, deep inside her, and come with a rough groan that I don’t bother hiding.
“Fuck,” I hiss, breath shaking as the high crashes through me.
I slow, stilling, then move deliberately before finally pulling back. I watch as my cum spills out. Trailing down her swollen cunt. I stand there, mesmerized for a beat, before swiping my fingers through it, and pushing it back inside her. She twitches under my touch and looks up at me with that cocky fucking smirk.
Everything after that blurs.
The bathroom feels wrecked in a different way now—too quiet, and small. The air thick with heat, iron, and sex. The bass outside is still pounding, distant and distorted, like it belongs to a different fucking world.
She leans there, catching her breath. So do I.
For a long moment, neither of us speaks. There’s no need to. Whatever line existed before tonight is gone, shattered just like the mirror at our fucking feet.
I move first, stepping in close and straightening her clothes, fingers deliberate as I tug her thong back into place, making sure it actually covers her instead of half-assing the job. She watches me, eyes sharp, mouth already primed with sassy comment.
I lift her off the sink and set her down on the floor, steadying her until she’s solid. When I reach up and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she exhales a quiet laugh.
“Well,” she says. “You look less…stressed.”
“Don’t get cocky,” I tell her.
She smirks. “Too late.”
I drop down in front of her and my eyes track the cut on her thigh—the letters I put there. My name.
“You okay?” I ask, voice even.
She shrugs like it’s nothing. “I’ve had worse.” A pause, then a crooked smile. “And given what I’ve seen on the news about how the other girls end up after you’re done with them, I’d say I’m doing pretty fucking great.”
A corner of my mouth lifts. I lean in and press a soft kiss just below the wound.
She stills.
