What did he have planned?
Slipping from the couch, Fink nestled down on his knees before her.Holding her gaze with an intense feral stare, he ripped the tangle of leggings from her ankles and tossed them over his head.
Covering her mouth, she giggled at the gesture.It was supposed to be hot, and it was, but she was wound so tightly, the only release she could muster was laughter.
“We should follow him,” Fink explained.
The heat of his palms on her bare thighs brought her to the moment as he wrenched them apart.Dark desire filled his eyes.It matched the need burning within her.Never had she longed for a man the way she did Fink.
“Learn his patterns and identify his weakest moments so we can figure out the best time to strike,” he said.“When will people not notice he’s missing?”
With her heart thundering, she nodded.What he said made sense.Though to be fair, he could convince her of anything right now.She’d jump off a cliff if he told her to.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”he asked as he slid his index finger into the waistband of her panties and dragged them down her legs.
“Fuck you or kill Joey?”she asked.
As he brought her underwear to his nose, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.A groan escaped him.“Both.”
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” she asserted.
He nodded as he dropped her undies.
“What do you want right now?”he asked as though he didn’t know the answer.
“You.”She didn’t hesitate.
“What about me?”
“Everything.”
“Be specific.”
“I want you to do whatever you want with my body, my soul, my life.”
A throaty chuckle escaped him.“You make such a tempting offer.”
She swallowed hard as he focused all his attention on her pussy.His gaze was fixed on it.Using his fingers, he teased her lips before splaying them wide.
Tremors shook her when he pressed his thumb against her clit in gentle circles.“I cannot get the image out of my head of fucking you while you were covered in Grant’s blood.”
Three of his fingers plunged into her with such force, she rocked back.Her voice caught in her throat as he pumped them in and out.
“I want to paint you with Burke’s blood,” he said and pressed against the nubbin of nerves with purpose.She imagined their target, the longshoreman, collapsing as blood sprayed from various wounds.
Her body heated, and her pussy quaked with the idea of Fink dipping his fingers into the pools and drawing images on her.Would it be hearts?Was Fink that sweet?
“I want to make you scream as he gasps his final breaths.”The husky tone in his voice stoked the flames of her arousal higher.
“Fuck,” she grunted and writhed on the couch.
“You’re going to come for me as the light dies from his eyes,” Fink hissed, and she exploded.
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Fink
Withonehandfocusedon her cunt and the other stroking his erection, Fink reveled in the sound of Sydney’s orgasm.Her voice shook with her release.Words weren’t coming from her.It was more like garbled erotic gibberish that made his balls ache.
