“Mm-mm,” Elowyn hums herno. A choked, gorgeous sound.
“My parents’ boss.”
Her eyebrows lower at my ominous tone.
“He’d set the fire that killed them. It was insurance fraud. Thing is, he had no idea they worked late.”
A tear escapes from Elowyn’s right eye. She groans as my tongue swipes over it, when I take the pain away, transforming it into arousal.
“He hid it well…from the police.” As if I’m not talking about my dead parents, my fingers trace lower still, circling her navel. Teasing her. “With a few words, he practically confessed their murders to me. My then-best friend didn’t hesitate to help me get my revenge. An eye for an eye.”
Her chin quivers while her body shivers at my touch.
“I don’t care that he’s dead.” I get to my feet and move to the end of the platform. “What I didn’t like was how we went about it.”
My eyes never leave her face, committing the heat in her gaze to memory. Settling my hands on her shins, I spread her legs wider.
“Torturing him made my stomach churn, even if it was Barclay who did the heavy lifting.” My pulse rages, my fingers gripping, claiming, pulling Elowyn closer until her feet find the floor and her knees bend. I gather arousal from her soakedpussy, drawing it and rubbing her clit. “But eventually, Mom and Dad got their justice, as convoluted as it had been.”
I don’t add that murdering him was the leverage Barclay used to push me out of her life. How my gratitude toward him turned to hate in the blink of an eye.
It’s not a secret, it’s just, I don’t want her to pity me now, when my cock is hard, and I’m dying to be inside her cunt.
She’s a sight, panting, cheeks getting redder. Her arms are right where I left them. A picture of obedience.
My hands handle her body, her soft curves meld beneath my fingers as I guide her onto her hands and knees. When she’s on all fours, I curl by body over hers.
“Swallow, little moon,” I murmur in her ear.
She obeys. So eager, so beautiful.
Still, some of her spit trickles down her cheek, making my cock strain, throb,ache.
Using one hand, I take myself out, stroke once to take the edge off. But I don’t want to fuck my hand.
I want her. Driven by need, I nudge my cock between her thighs and rock my hips, giving us both pleasure as I rub my length against her and drag the head of my dick over her clit.
As if begging for more, she squeezes her legs together, the added pressure coaxing guttural groans out of me.
“There,” I groan when I find my voice, my cheek close to hers. “Now you know.”
Other than little her little moans, Elowyn stays quiet, pliant, giving me permission to do whatever the hell I want. Not asking me to remove the ribbon.
So I keep talking.
“I’m a monster for murdering a man.” With a hand in her hair, I press her cheek to the pedestal. I place both her hands forward so she’s grabbing the ledge. “An even bigger monster for tormenting you. And I’m sorry. So sorry, Elowyn. I wish I neverhurt you. But I don’t regret bringing you here, forcing you to be mine.”
When I position her how I want her, I curl a hand around the back of her neck, looking down at her profile.
“Kay.” That’s it. After the longest silence, she has nothing to say about me being a killer. Yet.
I’ll pluck her thoughts out of her, eventually.
“And this monster”—fisting myself, I line my cock up to her pussy, squeezing her neck—“is going to fuck”—I lick the corner of Elowyn’s mouth, tasting the soaked gag—“you.”
At the sound of her whimper, I’m done waiting. I thrust into her pussy in one shove.
“Baby, yes.” I kiss the crook of her neck. Throbbing at how tight she is. How her pulse rages. “You’re probably sore from last night, but look at you. Fucking look, your pussy is sucking me in. Begging me to bruise you all over again.”
