I’d never been harder than in that moment—watching Evie’s eyes light up as Arthur’s dulled.
She was a fucking psycho, and I wanted to take her behind a fake hill and bend her over.
Actually, fuck it.
I stormed across the sound stage and wrapped my hand around Evie’s wrist. I squeezed, causing her to drop her gun. I tossed mine down beside hers.
“Come on,” I growled, dragging her away.
“Where are we going?” She giggled, as if we hadn’t just witnessed someone die. As if it hadn’t been her who’d caused it. I’d watched her hand Arthur that fucking can. She’d put something in it.
“I need to fuck you,” I told her the moment we were out of view from the cast and crew. I pulled her behind a tall wooden backdrop that was shrouded in shadows and pressed my body against hers, making sure she felt the strength of my desire. “Bend over and put your hands on the wall.”
“This makes five.” She giggled again.
I studied her face. Dilated pupils, flushed face, deep, shallow breathing… Apparently, she was just as hot about murdering as I was.
“Fully aware,” I said, spinning her around to face the wall. I pushed on her back, bending her over. With my other hand, I undid my belt and pants and shoved them down just enough to free my cock. She threw her arms out, palms hitting the wood. I shoved her skirt up and her panties aside. A groan escaped my lips as I slid into her pussy with an ease I hadn’t felt before.
“Fuck, Final Girl. You’re soaked.”
“What can I say?” she moaned. “Something about getting everything I wanted turns me on. I hope you never rest, Arty, you fucking clown.”
“Focus on me, Final Girl,” I snarled and pounded into her. “This is going to be fast.”
She squealed and arched her back. “I’m already halfway there,” she said.
Fuck, she was so tight, so wet, so fucking hot. I leaned down, reaching to play with her clit. I made slow circles, swirling her arousal around her small pleasure button. She panted and gasped and begged for me to go faster, harder, and deeper.
It does this whenever it’s told.
I listened to her orders, performing as she needed, and just as her body seized and began to convulse, my balls tightened and I joined her over the edge, spilling myself inside her. Pulling out and righting our clothes, I took her hand and pulled her away from set.
“Let’s get out of here,” I growled. “I know we said five, but I think I could go again. What about you? Want to make it six?”
She stopped and turned back to the set, where everyone was fawning over the dead executive. She slid me a sly smile. “I’m not opposed.”
My cock sprang back to life, and I gripped her arm, tugging her to me. “Let’s motor.”
She giggled and nodded to the set, where people were still circling Arthur. “Wait. Let me go get my hoodie.”
I WOKE UPto fifty notifications of missed calls, texts, and alerts from the internet. A quick glance caused my eyes to roll to the ceiling. Today was going to be a very interesting day. And not in a good way. I sighed and decided to take my morning slow. I took the dogs out and walked around my backyard. I was supposed to host a wrap party tonight, but considering a death on set, plus today’s headlines, I doubted it was safe to do so now. I paused, still in my boxers, standing at the edge of my pool. It was my favorite thing about this house—the pool. I wondered for a moment, if I sold this place and moved in with Evie, could we add a red liner to her heart-shaped pool?
That is, if she wanted me to.
We were still avoiding talking about anything beyond finishing her list, which was now officially just a single name.
Elliott Bradley.
The dogs came back inside, and begrudgingly, I followed them into the house. Only then did I pick my phone up and start the phone calls, clicking on Anderson’s name first.
“Sebastian, holy fuck. Are you—have you—”
“Yes, I’ve seen the news. It’s...”
“A big mess.”
“I was going to say not untrue, but yeah, that too.”
