"Touch yourself." I lean back, giving myself a better view. "Show them how beautiful you are when you come. Show him. Let that be the last thing burned into his dying brain."
Her fingers slide between us as she finds her clit.
The sight of Keira working herself while I fuck her is the most depraved, glorious thing.
"That's it." My rhythm turns erratic, the edge approaching fast. "That's my good girl. Come for me. Come all over my cock while he watches. Give him something to take to hell."
Her head falls back.
She cries out, and her whole body seizes. Her pussy clenches around me so tight I can't hold back another second. I spill inside her while Calder's fading eyes watch the woman he tried to erase find her rapture in my arms.
Where she belongs.
"I love you," she murmurs against my mouth, still trembling. "I love you so much it terrifies me."
"Don't be scared." I kiss her once. Twice. Three times. "I've got you. Always. I'm never letting you go again."
We stay like that, catching our breaths while I remain buried inside her, my cum sliding down her thigh. The world outside this moment doesn't exist. There's just us and the aftermath of something seismic.
Eventually, she glances over at Calder, annoyed, like she forgot about him for a second.
"I want to finish it now."
"Together?"
She looks up at me, and I can't help but kiss her again.
"Together."
She slides off the table on legs that barely hold her. I place the blade back in her hand.
We walk to him side by side.
He's dying from blood loss, shock, and agony dragging him toward the hell he built for himself. But his eyes are still open. His heart still beats on the monitor, weak and thready.
"Any last words?" Keira asks.
His mouth works, and something garbled comes out. Could be her name. Could be a curse. Could be a plea for mercy he never showed her.
We'll never know.
"That's what I thought." She leans close to his face. "Rot in hell, you fucking monster."
The blade opens his throat in one clean motion.
Hot blood spills out, painting the floor, the table, our bodies. Calder's eyes stay locked on Keira as the last traces of life drain away.
On the wife he tortured.
The mother he tormented.
The woman who just ended him.
Ninety seconds is all it takes.
When his chest finally stills and silence swallows the room, the blade slips from her fingers.
She doesn't speak. Doesn't move.
