What was Richard talking about before he died? What secret was he referring to? Was there something going on that I should know about but didn’t?
These questions overlapped in my head, making me wonder what I was missing here. My emotions were all over the place, my heart was racing, and the voices in my head wouldn’t shut the fuck up. It was like I was losing my damn mind.
A lot had happened in the last few hours, and my brain was still trying to process it all. After I was done helping out, I headed back to the master bedroom with shaky legs.
I took my clothes off and walked naked into the bathroom. As the warm water from the shower touched my skin, I began washing off the dirt and the blood. My hands were trembling, and my whole body was aching.
I was unharmed, yet I felt like I’d been run over by a truck. My joints hurt, my head ached, and my pulse wouldn’t stop racing. I could still hear the sound of rapid gunshots—could still see the blood and corpses when I closed my eyes.
Everything that had happened today was going to traumatize me for a really long time.
When I finished in the bathroom, I stepped out and changed into an oversized T-shirt. With my hair still damp, I strolled through the recently mopped hallway, looking for Adrik.
I found him in the ruins of his office. He was sitting on the couch in the dimly lit room, cradling a glass in his hand. Breeze whistled in through the shattered window behind his desk, rustling papers and documents.
He sat there in silence, a half-empty bottle of whiskey standing on the side stool. The minute he noticed me at the door, he rose to his feet, concern dancing in his eyes. “You should be resting.”
“I can’t.” I waltzed inside, my bare feet padding softly across the floor. “The voices in my head won’t let me.”
He sipped from his glass.
“How’re you holding up?”
He hesitated for a second. “Never been better.”
I halted in front of him, quietly taking the glass from his hand. After setting it on the stool, I straightened, looking up at his face. “I need a distraction from all of this,” I whispered, my hand sliding underneath his shirt.
He got the message, and without a word, he cupped my face in his palms. The air crackled with electricity as his intense gaze fueled my hunger. We rushed at each other’s lips without warning, the fervency of our kiss leaving us breathless.
He pulled me to himself, and I moaned in his mouth when I felt his erection. Heads tilted to the rhythm of our desire as tongues invaded mouths. He grabbed my ass, squeezing and spanking my butt cheeks.
Consumed by the flames burning within us, we began undressing each other. My fingers undid as many buttons as I could in a matter of seconds. The more our kiss deepened, the more I craved him.
Completely overwhelmed by sheer desire, I pushed against his chest, sending him down on the couch. Without thinking twice, I dropped to my knees, piled up my hair into a messy bun, and unzipped his pants.
His hard cock bounced up into frame, standing tall in my face like the Eiffel Tower. I dipped my head, taking his cap in my mouth.
He let out a satisfying groan.
I glanced up at him just in time to catch the expression on his face. He seemed to be enjoying what I was doing.
This was the kind of distraction I needed.
I sucked as though my life depended on it. I stroked, sucked, and even choked on that hard, veiny cock. Every few seconds, I’d glance at his face for motivation.
My whole mind was invested in pleasuring him in ways he’d never expected. I drowned out everything that could distract me from this.
He grabbed a handful of my hair while slightly bucking his hips. My eyes became glassy the deeper I took his cock down my throat. The blowjob was sloppier than I’d intended, rougher, and I loved it.
I gasped loudly when I pulled back from his groin with a thick thread of drool lingering on my lower lip. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.
He leaned back on the couch, watching me take off my underpants before straddling him. I reached down and took his cock, my fingers caressing his length for a moment.
I bit my lip, positioning him outside my entrance, and then slowly slid down his cock. He ripped the buttons of my shirt apart and buried his face between my boobs.
A soft purr escaped me as my pussy swallowed him whole. I swayed my hips delicately, twisting and twirling on his cock. He squeezed my breasts, his tongue working its magic on my nipples.
I felt a rush of excitement and soon began quickening my pace. The faster I rode his dick, the more slippery my pussy became. I threw my head back, reveling in the sensation coursing through my blood.
