I was gone. Lost.
Whoever this person was, tied up, freshly fingered, lying with a psychopath in a death battle… this was not me.
I needed a glass of wine. I needed to speak to my therapist.
“I need to do it again.” I mumbled into Dig’s shirt. “More.”
His chest moved up and down through his chuckle, his hand rested on my naked hip. “What do you want Princess? Do you want me to go down on you again?”
“I want to ride your sunglasses.”
“What?”
“What?”
“Um, yes.” I cleared my throat. “Just normal sex, that’s fine, I’m not into anything particular.”
He pulled me into his chest, holding me close.
I pressed my cheek against his heart. The organ beat wild. So quick and pounding as if he were running a marathon. Not once did it tame, not once did it skip.
I woke up from my ecstasy. “Why is your heart beating so fast?”
He did not answer me, instead he pulled me back so that my head was no longer upon his chest. “You want to go again? Let’s go again.”
“Dig—”
He ignored me and bowed between my open legs. Just as he was about to worship my clit once more, I promptly wrapped my thighs around his face again, suffocating him.
As he fell in a slump, someone knocked at the door.
18
“Yo, Dig! It’s Glory.” A feminine voice called on the other side of the door. “I need a re-fill. Don’t kill me when I come in.”
Whoever it was—someone called Glory—wriggled the handle.
I bit down on my lower lip and held a passed-out Dig Graves between my legs, making sure his body did not slump on the ground and make noise.
“Hurry up Dig!” They pounded on the door. “I can feel he’s like right behind me. I need to do this quick, unless you want him to find out where your hideout is. Hurry up.”
Keys jangled.
“Uh…” I didn’t know what to do. “Dig Graves isn’t here right now. Please come back at a more convenient time.”
They opened the door.
It was a young woman. Small, slender, fragile, with hair as dark as night pinned back. She wore all black and a pair of aviators hiding her eyes. She pulled down her facemask looking at Dig Graves collapsed with his face between my legs.
She stared at me.
I stared at her.
“I’m not going to ask.” She promptly ignored us and strode to a shelf, snatching whatever she wanted and marched to the door.
“Uh, who are you?” I called out.
“Dig’s sister.”
