She does.
I fuck her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, watching her eyes water, watching drool and blood mix on her chin. She's making desperate little sounds around my cock, and her hand has slipped between her own thighs, fingers working her clit while I use her throat.
I pull out before I come. I'm not finished with her yet.
I haul her up by her hair and spin her around, bending her over a hay bale. Her ass is perfect—round and pale, presented for me. I kick her legs apart and line myself up with her entrance.
I slam inside.
She screams. Not in pain—in relief. In finally getting what she needs. I fuck her hard and deep, my hips slapping against her ass, one hand fisted in her hair and the other wrapped around her throat. She's so wet I can hear it, can feel her pussy gripping me like she never wants to let go.
"You killed him," I growl in her ear. "You pulled the trigger and his blood is all over you and your pussy is soaking my cock."
"Yes," she gasps. "Yes, yes,yes?—"
I reach around and find her clit. She's so swollen, so sensitive, and when I circle it with two fingers she shatters. Her pussy clamps down on me, milking my cock, and I follow her over the edge with a groan that tears out of my chest.
I come inside her.
I fill her with it, pulse after pulse, and she takes every drop while Ryan's blood dries on both of us.
When it's over, I stay buried inside her, my forehead pressed against her shoulder, both of us breathing hard.
The barn smells like sex, and death, and blood.
And for the first time in my life, I don't feel alone.
For the first time in my life, I feel…balanced.
Chapter 17
Scarletta
EPILOGUE
Sometimes it's really not about the journey.
Sometimes… it reallyisthe arrival.
That's how I felt that day I killed Ryan.
Like I arrived somewhere after all that struggle.
All those grinding years of depression that felt like drowning in slow motion.
All the Lucky Charms eaten straight from the box at three in the morning.
All the blanket forts constructed out of fear of being seen.
All the stories with weird monster sex, and submission sex, and every other permutation of darkness I could dream up.
Prophetic and fantasy all wrapped into one sick existence.
My life before killing Ryan was the maze.
Something to be survived.
Life after was… my Helix.
