Now my hair is wrapped around his fists tightly, and he yanks my head back. I stare up at him through watery lashes, his thrusts even harder now.
I whimper with the ecstasy he’s filling me with. “Oh God, Saint.”
His name gives me no mercy, despite who I call out for.
He abruptly pulls out of me, making my body slump against the cold stone.
I’m whipped around, my back crashing against the surface as he lifts me by the thighs, my knees resting in the crook of his arms, his cock filling and stretching me again. He shudders when he reaches the hilt.
“Fuck, your pussy is gripping me, Indie,” he grits between his teeth. “So fucking tight.”
The air fills with our skin slapping together, and heat burns in my core, my second orgasm ready to explode.
“Look at me,” he growls, and I open my eyes to his wild ones; they’re feral and unhinged.
“You know the rules, baby. Eyes on me as you come all over my dick.”
His filthy words send my second orgasm skyrocketing, my eyes giving up the fight and rolling to the back of my head as the euphoria takes over my body.
Saint groans, filling me with his cum as his movements start to slow, the two of us now drenched in a mixture of sweat, mud, and the heavy plunges of rain as the storm picks up.
He lifts me off his cock, and I whine as he sets me on my unsteady feet. His finger slides along my thigh, catching the cum that’s dripping down it. I stick my tongue out, then wrap my lips around his finger as he runs it along them.
He stares down at me through hooded eyes, a smirk edging his lips as he brings us together, stroking his tongue along mine, mixing in with the taste of us both.
He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead, hand banded around my waist as he keeps me upright.
“I love you more than anything, Indie. You are my rapture, darling. But make no mistake, corrupting you comes as a close second.”
16
Indie
I'd Rather See Your Stars Explode - SLAVES
Present day
Outofthelistof twenty, only eight have resulted in death.
This one’s about to mark my ninth kill.
My ninth.
I’ve killedninepeople.
And I don’t have an ounce of regret about it in my body.
Not killing all of them helps keep me under the radar, along with mixing from both chapters spread across the five years, even though each of them deserve it.
But these guys aren’t all my revenge, and I need to respect the women’s choices.
Even though I want them all to burn in hell.
The first was the hardest, more so the run-up. You can’t really prepare yourself for killing someone, and despite what the internet says, the evidence on someone successfully managing to do so, living freely to share some helpful tips, is very fucking slim.
I think the only reason I wasn’t so messed up after it was because the report showed what he did to his girlfriend at the time.
Her situation was a little too close to home for me.
