“There was so much blood…” Her voice cracks, her hands begin to tremble. I sit again and take them into mine, grounding her.
“The doctor said it missed the heart and the main arteries.” My voice stays soft, but the shake is there, whether I want it or not. I can’t lose him. He’s my brother.
As if she feels it, Autumn wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into her. “Oh, Flynn…” she whimpers. “He’s gonna be okay. He’s strong.”
I smile into her neck. Hours ago, she was terrified, but now she’s trying to holdmetogether.
Fuck… this woman.
She almost died because of me, and she’s still here, hugging me like I’m the one who needs saving.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
She pulls back, frowning. “Sorry? For what?”
My knuckle brushes her cheek. “All the blood. The pain. The fear.”
She gives me the softest smile. “You saved me from a stalker. You took me in. Kaden made me feel safe and… a little annoyed.” She kisses my hand. “I’d never seen anyone get shot before. All that blood, but I didn’t freeze.” Her chin lifts with quiet pride. “This wasn’t your fault, Flynn. People are evil.”
I grab her face and crush my mouth to hers. I’m not kissing her to be sweet. I’m kissing her to forget. To drown in her scent. To silence the part of me whispering you could’ve died instead.
Itismy fault, and I am evil. Some call me their devil.
She only knows the surface of what I’m capable of and how easily I can end a life without a flicker of regret.
I drag her closer, her legs instinctively parting and wrapping around my waist. She sinks onto me, her ass pressed against the length of my cock, and I groan into her mouth.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl against her lips, my voice scraping low and rough.
Her hands fly to my belt, frantic, desperate, like she needs me just as badly. She unbuckles it with shaking fingers, pulls my zipper down, lifts her hips. I free my cock and grab her waist in both hands, yanking her down as my hips thrust up.
I slam into her in one brutal, claiming thrust.
She screams, high and raw, and her tight heat stretches around me, squeezing me like a vice.
“I need to fuck you hard,” I warn, because my control is hanging by a fucking thread.
She moans instead of answering, her hips meeting mine in needy, messy movements.
I grab her ass and slam her down again. And again. Each thrust harder than the last, hitting deep, so deep her body jolts, a shocked sound breaking from her.
The pain.
The rage.
The fear.
It all funnels into her, into her body, her warmth, her pulse under my hands.
She’s taking all of me so I don’t fall apart.
“Flynn,” she cries, voice breaking on my name.
I rub her clit with one hand, fast circles, relentless, while the other drags her hips up and down my cock. She whimpers with every thrust, every slap of our bodies.
“Tell me to stop,” I rasp against her ear, pressing harder on her clit, grinding into her until her whole body flinches.
“No.” She gasps the word like she’s drowning.
