“Maybe. I like not being attached to a camera at all times. Stuff like this? Exploring without having to take photos or make a video would never happen if I had to keep making daily content. I want this every day.”
Once we were done exploring, we circled back to the front of the house. Evie reached for the door, and I took her hand, pulling it away from the knob. Turning to face me, she gasped when I pressed her against the door, enveloping her in a kiss. I grinned, placing my hand on her hip.
“I want this too,” I told her.
“Want what?” Her voice came out breathy, her chest rising and falling fast.
“To have you all to myself with no cameras, every day. And you know what else I want?” I whispered in her ear.
“What?”
“I want to fuck you in thePsychohouse.” I pulled back, and she grabbed my face, yanking me down, our lips colliding.
“Oh, Sebastian...” she moaned. “You’re...”
“What?” I asked, sliding my hands down her body.
“A psycho, but you’re also so sweet. I—I don’t know what to do.”
“Sweet?”
“You helped me kill three men, and yet you still take me to dinner, and introduced me to your dogs, and now you want me to…”
“Stay here forever. Are you really ready to give this up?”
“Hollywood?”
“Me.”
My lips crushed back down on hers, and I didn’t pull away until we were both struggling for air. Taking in a breath, I grinned and reached for her jacket, tugging it off and tossing it onto the floor. She yanked at my clothes, and together, we helped each other undress. I kicked off my boots and grabbed Evie by the waist. Dropping to my knees and keeping her standing, I pushed her against the door. Spreading her thighs, I dove between her legs and ran my tongue along her slit.
“Sebastian, what if someone was out there?”
“Let them watch,” I snarled. “It’s too late for them to tell us we can’t be here. Anthony C.—Evie, you’re so fucking wet.”
“What can I say? Something about defiling my followers’ holy grounds gets me hot.”
“That’s an episode I can’t wait to watch. Make it your goodbye video—go out with a bang.” I chuckled and inserted a finger inside her, continuing to make her squirm with my tongue. Closing my eyes, I shifted closer to her, reaching around to squeeze her ass. Cupping her cheeks, I lifted her off the ground, putting her thighs on my shoulders and pressing her against the door, settling into a more comfortable position for us both.
“What if they catch us?” she asked, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back.
“What if they don’t? What if we kill all those motherfuckers and get away with it? Wouldn’t that be one helluva story?”
Taking her clit into my mouth, I sucked and flicked my tongue, doing what I knew would get her to gush. In less than a minute, she was yanking on my hair and pleading to a higher power. My mouth was filled with her orgasm, and I lapped up every drop before pulling back and lowering her feet to the floor.
“You’re a fucking psycho.” She laughed as we kissed.
I slid my tongue between her lips, allowing her to taste herself.
“Only for you, Final Girl.” I chuckled. “I don’t know what it is about you that makes me feral, but I’m not ready to let it go, Evie.” I teased her nipple with my thumb, running the pad over her sensitive nub.
“This wasn’t part of the plan.” She sighed, arching her back. She closed her eyes and melted against me.
Wrapping my other arm around her, I held her tight, resting my forehead on hers.
“I don’t care if I wasn’t part of your plan. You were always a part of mine, Evie. I finally got you back. I’m not giving you up. I’ll literally let go of everything else to show you how much you mean to me.”
“You don’t mean that.”
