“Boyfriend…” I scoff, pulling out of her and slowly letting her onto her feet.
“What would you like me to call you?”
I shrug. “Husband seems more fitting.”
She looks up at me, and I swear her breathing halts momentarily. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, deadly girl. Don’t act like you didn’t.”
“Oh, Iheardyou, but traditionally…”
I cup her pussy, my fingers mingling in the cum seeping from her, before I rub the tips of them across her lips. “What about me screams traditional, G?”
She exhales shakily. “Nothing.”
“Alright, then.”
“Husband…”
My hand tugs my dick, blood pooling there all over again. “Say it again...”
It takes a while for us to get out of the shower, and when we do, we only make it as far as the bed, where a doc fixes up my wound… again.
Raymond’s going to want a debriefing, and I don’t know what kind of investigation will go on with my standing with the company, being that I’m technically contracted.
A shit storm is probably brewing, but here, in the cabin, we’re secure, and Greer’s warm in my arms, and no longer shaking.
“This is not where I saw things going when I dreamt of you finding me.”
I grin, kissing her hair. “Oh yeah? What did you imagine?”
“My body displayed in the woods. Allison grieving me,” she answers.
“Mm. Could be arranged.” My nose skims over her cheek as she turns onto her back in my arms.
“Will you be in trouble for shooting Helms?”
“For shooting the kidnapper of a future senator’s daughter? I think not.”
“Good.”
“You’re sure they won’t know it’s me?”
“No one will ever know you spilled blood, pretty poison. No one but me.”
“You know, a year ago, you’d have loved to have this little piece of information in your back pocket to use for your taunting notes.”
“I still love to have it in my pocket, but for other reasons.”
“What reasons?”
“It makes me so fucking hard to think of how you took him down. It keeps replaying over and over in my mind.” My hand slides beneath the covers, where she’s laid out bare for me.
Her thighs open, no reluctance, only acceptance of her fate. “I did what you taught me.”
“You killed so fucking well for me,” I tease into her ear, licking the shell of it.
“Koen,” she mewls, and I know my words have stirred her darker nature.
