I want to know if this man’s as deranged as I am when it comes to our love.
“You really want to know?”
“Every detail,” I breathe, hanging on to everything he says, his voice pulling me back to the real word.
The new world both of us have been forced into.
I can feel his smile when he says, “Are you going to get pissed if I tell you I’ve already killed someone for you?”
“No,” I answer without a hint of hesitation. If he’d asked me this same question years ago, I’d have likely run the other way.
A deep part of me hopes that he’d chase me.
I always glimpsed into the unknown evil within Saint, edging closer and closer to it as it called to me.
Intrigued to know what caused it, too damned in love to ever question it.
The warmth of his calloused palm wraps atop of my hand, slipping it beneath the split of my skirt, guiding us in leisurely strokes against my thigh.
“The time on your roof, when you told me about the guy who upset you?”
My eyes spring open, and I lean back in his lap to look at him. “Yes…” I remember the moment like it was yesterday.
Despite the reason for me seeking sanctuary on the roof, that night was one of my most treasured.
Saint smirks at me, leaning back against the counter.
All of his tattoos are hidden beneath the make-up, and my heart clutches like its valves are being knotted together.
He looks exactly like the boy I wanted but thought I could never have.
“He met an unfortunate end.”
“Saint.” My words tumble off into a gasp, him moving our hands so my thumb is strumming my clit against the material of my panties.
He holds my stare, continuing our movements as he leads me into a slow burn, the fear from earlier long extinguished from my system, and the feelings for him rising in its place.
“Unluckily for him, he happened to cross my path not long after we separated. The first person I killed that wasn’t linked to Ultio’s reasons.”
I should be horrified.
Disgusted that he took an innocent life for merely upsetting me, nothing compared to what’s been done to me.
It doesn’t.
A sick, deranged feeling courses through my veins, lacing itself around the high he’s soaring me to. My vision blurs as he brings me to the only ecstasy he holds.
He removes his hand from mine whilst I continue, slipping his finger past my panty line, sliding it inside me through slow, tormenting thrusts that cause me to moan.
“Why?” I breathe, staring at him through hooded eyes.
He grips my neck tighter, my free hand reaching to hold onto his broad shoulder. His words cut through my pants, spinning the entire universe as I know it.
“Because no one. Upsets my fucking woman.”
My pussy grips around his fingers, the orgasm obliterating any lingering feelings threatening to take away this moment.
He slides them out, guiding them between his lips, and sucks on them.
