I bite down on my first instinct, which is to tell her they’re all as good as dead anyway. Instead, I settle on, “The cameras were turned off.”
I don’t let her say another word as I suddenly plunge my cock inside her, groaning as her inner walls close hungrily around me. My hands reach under her nightgown to find her nipples, and I twist them mercilessly as my mouth claims hers. I drive into her frantically, with all the urgency of a man who’d believed he’d lost his love forever.
It really feels like our bodies were made for each other. With my cock inside her, my body flush against hers, it’s like the puzzle is complete.
I lift her from the trunk and take her place, my cock still deep inside her as she straddles me. Then I continue to fuck her, gripping her ass harshly as she wraps her arms around my neck, her face buried in my hair while I inhale her scent hungrily.
Mine. All mine.
The words echo in my mind like a refrain in time with my thrusting. With one hand still on her ass, the other finds her clit and I rub her as I continue to claim her.
She’s the first one to orgasm, her body tensing around me, and I follow quickly, filling her with my arousal.
She sags against me again, but this time, it’s with happiness rather than fear. I hold her to me, wondering if there’s a way to keep her in my arms forever, never letting her go.
“Can we go away?” she murmurs, and I look up abruptly.
“Away?”
“Just for a little while. Just a drive. I want to visit the… the countryside.”
She’s staring past me, and I follow her gaze. It’s glued on Noel, who’s still lying on the ground, drenched in blood. A little further away is Stefano, his body half-concealed in the tall grass around the driveway.
“Right. Of course.”
A one-hour drive will be just enough time to get rid of these corpses, and some of the memory of what’s happened here. My little Seraphina may be a killer, but I guess she’s not quite as comfortable as I am with hanging out around dead bodies.
Though it didn’t stop her from orgasming right next to them, I think with a smirk.
Hooking an arm around her legs, I lift her up and carry her to the house, not even bothering to close the trunk of the car. There’s no one in this isolated property but us. The nine other guards have gone, and I shoot off a quick text to Logan the minute I’ve lifted Seraphina into the shower.
Find them. Kill them.
Then I step in after my girl and turn on the water. I rinse away all her blood and crush her to me again. I will never grow tired of feeling her body in my arms.
“It’s a good thing there’s no more danger,” I huff out. “We’re safe, now, with the last of the Angel threat gone. But otherwise—damnit, Seraphina, I’d spend the rest of my life worrying about you. Now, get on your knees.”
She flushes with thrilled anticipation as she does what I say. When it comes to sex, shedoesobey me, and I’ll just have to satisfy myself with that. As for the rest, I have to admit, begrudgingly, that she can more than take care of herself.
Doesn’t mean I’ll let her, though.
I slam my cock into her mouth, gagging her as I wrap my hand around her neck. I squeeze down on it, drinking in the intoxicating sensation of knowing her life literally depends on me, while she hungrily sucks and licks at me. It’s insane how I’m already hard again for her, and it physically hurts, but I just can’t help it. This girl is like a walking, talking Viagra pill.
Well, not so much a talking pill as a killing one.
But I like my medicine deadly. I ram into her again, using her mouth to satisfy my dark needs, twisting my other hand roughly around her hair to keep her still as I drive into her. Between the hand around her neck and my merciless thrusting, her face grows red, but she does her best to take it all in, hungrily licking every inch of me.
I come again, grunting loudly, shuddering as I feel my seed coat the back of her throat.
She licks the drops that have fallen on her lips while I sink to my knees, ready to return the favor. I push her to the ground, watching the stream of hot water fall over her body, making her tits glisten. Then I bury my face in her pussy, tasting the little nub that I can tell sends zaps of electricity through her body. I push my tongue into her, attacking that special spot that makes her whole body tense, coming back to it relentlessly without ever staying long enough to allow her the orgasm hovering over her to break. It doesn’t take long for her hands to start clawing at me as she begs wordlessly for relief, but I’m too much of a sadist to give in so easily. I like having a bit of fun with my prey before I destroy it. I leave off at the last moment, plunging three fingers into her ass instead, and she groans loudly, trying to squirm out of my hold.
“Behave, or you won’t get to cum at all,” I warn, and I can tell it takes everything she has to keep still. She closes her eyes, trying to accept what must be a very uncomfortable, painful sensation. I can tell it is by the way she contorts her face into a grimace, bythe way her inner walls feel incredibly tight around me, like they do every time—like I’m deflowering here there each time I claim her ass. I can tell, and that’s why I pick up speed, finger-fucking her viciously, as little moans escape her lips. I really am a sadist, drinking in the signs of her pain, knowing it belongs to me, that from now on, I’ll be the only one who has the power to hurt her and to soothe her. To pleasure her and to punish her. And I intend to do it all, frequently, from now on.
Stranger than my own sadistic streak is that I can tellsheenjoys it by the way her pussy glistens with arousal. There’s nothing pleasurable for her about getting taken in the ass and that’s exactly why she derives pleasure from it. She likes the pain and the denial almost as much as I like to inflict it. Guess we’re two fucked up weirdos, and that’s why we belong together.
At last, though, I take pity on her, and I latch myself back onto her pussy. Between my teasing of her clit, the thrusting of my tongue deep in her pussy, and my fingers still stuffing her ass, it isn’t long before she drenches my hand with her arousal.
“Let’s go away,” she gasps as I hold her to me on the floor of the shower, stilling my fingers in her ass but keeping them in there, because right now I feel like I want to live and die inside her.
