Zilphia rolls her hips, gliding the wet suction between her thighs up and down my erection. I pull her close, wrapping my arms around her waist, and she leans into me, her arms locked around my neck, holding me just as tight as we stare into each other’s eyes. I give up complete control, allowing her to set the rhythm and pace. And my God, she rides me slow and steady, and fuck if my toes don’t curl.Shit.Our lips touch, but we don’t kiss.
“You can’t hate me and hold me like this,” Zilphia whispers, cupping my face in her small hands. “You can’t hate me and fuck me like this.” She places lingering kisses on my lips, and I kiss her back, until we’re both breathless, clinging to each other tighter.She pulls back and peers at me with those alluring mocha eyes. “Youcan’thate me and kiss me like this.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Zilphia,” I murmur against her lips. “My hate for you is what gets my dick hard.” I thrust upward and she moans. “It’s what makes me come so hard I can barely stand afterward. I can fuck you and still hate you. I can fuck you and still want to put a bullet in your head. Don’t ever confuse what we have for a fucking fairytale.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t believe you.”
“You should.” I dig my fingers into her soft, round ass and slowly guide her gushing pussy up and down my length.
I groan, pressing my forehead to hers as my balls draw taut against the base of my cock. I’m completely fucked. I’ll never get tired of being inside her. Fucking her isn’t a want, it’s a profound need. I need to feel her hot sheath wrapped around my dick, and Ineedto find completion within her delectable body. Killing was my addiction before she crash-landed back into my life. Now my every waking thought is filled with her. We come together, bodies straining, hands rasping, lips clinging.
We wash away the evidence of our fucking in the downstairs bathroom and return to the kitchen afterward. I sweep up the mess on the floor while Zilphia washes the dishes. We look like a normal couple, doing normal couple shit. I scoff at the thought. What we have is far from normal.
“Hey, cut it out or time out for you both!” she exclaims good-naturedly.
My unruly pets nearly knocked her over with their roughhousing. She’s taken a liking to them, and they’ve taken a liking to her too. That wasn’t supposed to happen. They were supposed to help me keep her in check. After I finish sweeping up the broken glass, I return the broom and dustpan to the hall closet just beyond the kitchen entrance.
“Done,” Zilphia announces, folding the dish rag over the faucet.
“Let’s go,” I say, motioning her forward. “I gotta get going.”
“No,” she responds, jutting out her chin defiantly, but it’s all for show. There’s no mistaking the fear in her eyes.
“What the fuck you just say?” I growl, taking a menacing step in her direction.
Zilphia bolts to the other side of the island. “Take me to work with you. You can’t possibly keep me handcuffed to the bed forever.”
“That’s exactly what I plan to do.” I stalk after her with long strides, but she runs again. “The more you run, the greater the punishment will be.”
Sensing the tension between us, Mayhem and Harley position themselves in front of her, whining plaintively.
What the actual fucking hell?“Goddamn traitors,” I grumble before narrowing my eyes at her. “You turned my dogs against me.”
“Can you please be reasonable for once in your life?” she asks, throwing her hands up in exaggeration. “Staying in bed all day isn’t healthy for me or the baby. I need to move around and get some exercise.”
I halt my pursuit and contemplate her words for several long moments before coming to a decision. “You stay within my sight at all times. Do you understand me?”
She breathes a sigh of relief. “Yes.”
“You don’t even take a piss without my permission.” I walk into her personal space and grasp her chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Don’t test me, Zilphia.”
“I said I understand,” she deadpans, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “I won’t even wipe my butt without your permission,” she adds sarcastically.
I inspect the 1977 Chevrolet Camaro with a discerning eye as I coast a hand over the gleaming orange surface. This profession kinda fell into my lap. Zeus brought me to the shop one day, andthe rest is history. Once I got my shit together, I practically came here every day after school.
When I graduated, Zeus signed Empire Auto Repair Services & Custom Paint over to me. The repair shop is on the other side of the building, but I leave the repairing to the mechanics, though. Fixing shit ain’t my jam, but I’m a fucking Picasso when it comes to painting.
“Soooo,” Zilphia starts, drawing out the one-syllable word behind the respirator mask covering the bottom half of her face. I gave it to her to protect both her and our unborn baby from the fumes back here. The ventilation system is top-notch, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. “This is what you do for a living?”
“Yep.” I glance back at her. “What about it?”
“Nothing.” Zilphia shakes her head, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. “I just thought you um…”
She trails off as she fidgets in the overstuffed chair I carted from my office for her explicit comfort. I only did it to shut her up. Her incessant whining about the folding chair being too hard, her ass hurting, and future back problems started grating on my nerves.
“You thought I killed people for a living?” I finish for her.
“Well, you said it, not me.”
