“What do you mean?”
“I...” She pauses. Whatever she wants to say keeps getting caught in her throat. “I’m not sorry, Koby.” She shifts to look me in the eyes. “I don’t regret it. Does that make me bad? Like him?”
I cradle her face with both hands. “No. It makes you brave.”
“But... I killed him.”
“He got off easy, hellcat. He deserved much worse.”
She huffs out something halfway between a laugh and a sob. “I keep thinking I should be different now. Like killing him should’ve changed something. I’m free... he doesn’t own me anymore, but I don’t feel any different and it scares me.”
“He hasn’t owned you for a while.” I tuck her under my chin, lips glued to the crown of her head. “Maybe that’s why you don’t feel different. Because you’d already killed whatever hold he had on you even before you killed him.”
That seems to ground her.
She breathes slower, steadier, and stays quiet, but not still. Her pulse beats fast and uneven against my chest. Little tremors run through her every time I kiss her head.
“You keep holding me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear,” she says after a while.
“I am. I’ve been afraid of that since I first saw you.”
“You’re a peculiar man, Mr. Maddox,” she whispers, peppering my neck with small kisses. “You saw me kill a man and you still want me?”
The atmosphere changes in a flash. From tentative calm to dark lust. She’s vibrating with it and it wakes the desire I locked deep inside my mind when I watched her stab Anton with such ferocity.
It’s sick, I know. Fucking twisted that seeing her kill him turned me on. Watching her take back control, punish him for all the hurt he inflicted was glorious.
I always did love her rage fits.
“More than I ever have.”
She straddles me, both hands falling to my bare chest. “You should be horrified...”
“Why?” I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I’ve done worse, hellcat. And I would’ve done much worse if you didn’t beat me to it.”
She grabs my hands and settles them on her hips, then starts pulling her t-shirt up, up,up. I watch, growing harder with every inch of skin she uncovers. Her boobs bounce once, nipples hard and pink.
“I’m here, Koby. All yours. I’m not leaving.”
“I’m peculiar, huh?” I ghost my hands up her sides. “You killed a man an hour ago.” I cup her breasts. “You were scared, confused, and close to tears ten minutes ago...” I pinch her nipples, watching her lips part in a silentoh. “And now you want me to orgasm those feelings out of you.”
She cants her hips, the wetness between her legs seeping into the fabric of my sweats. “No, I want to feel something else...” She scoots back and whips my cock out, squeezing the base. “Something that’s all mine.”
“Me,” I grit out because she starts stroking, and fuck if I can even try telling her it’s too soon. That she should give herself more time to process. “I’m all yours.”
She smiles small, her thumb smearing the first bead of precum over my cock. “And me? Am I yours?”
I reach up, cup her face, and kiss her forehead, then the corner of her mouth. “Only if you want to be.”
She follows me when I pull back, sinking into my mouth, her tongue tangling with mine. Her small hand’s still working my cock up and down with more and more intent.
“Call me yours,” she whispers, biting my lower lip.
“Mine.”
A small shudder shakes her, forehead falling against mine. “Now prove it. Show me.”
I grab her hips, flipping her onto her back so fast the mattress groans beneath us. The movement knocks a breathy laugh out of her and it annihilates my last thread of control.
