That was harder than the entire six years thinking she’d moved on.
The moment my cock slid inside her, those selfish thoughts wanted to beat the shit out of me. “Never had angry sex before. Guess we’ll check it off the list when we get home.”
She tries to keep a straight face, rolling her eyes at me instead, but the way she wets that full bottom lip has my dick sensing her inner thoughts.
It’s fleeting, instantly going limp when crackles sound in the room behind me, and I burst through the door to find Dawson firing down the emergency exit. I turn to face Indie and shout, “Get in here.”
She’s already got her decision spreading across her face, and there’s more gunfire sounding from where we were standing.
“Fuck, I’m out of bullets!” Rex roars in my ear, and I see it.
“Indie,” I warn, but she whips out of sight.
God dammit!
“Gina, keep an eye on this corridor.”
She glares at me worriedly, gulping before her shaky reply comes out, “Okay.”
I rush after her, heading down the corridor and taking the space where the gunfire roars louder, and stop dead in my tracks.
Fuck.
I can’t even breathe at the sight.
The blue in her eyes roars like white-hot fire. Death and destruction radiates around her each time the edge of her knife slices through one body, a bullet from her gun hitting the other
“Saint! You just gonna stand there and fucking watch?” Rex roars, pulling a guard from behind the cell door, snapping his neck and throwing him into another.
That’s exactly what I’m doing.
Watching her.
Imprinting this moment into my mind.
My darling girl.
My beautiful fucking monster.
Conjuring death like a vengeful goddess.
I should hand her my throne right now, because I’m not worthy of such a sickening beauty.
I hear footsteps thumping from my left, and my arm raises to the side, a bullet meeting its mark on whoever tried to disturb my show, their body hitting the ground with a harmonious thump.
“Left, Indie,” I say, her head snapping and raining bullets into someone getting a little too close than she should have allowed.
She turns to me, face splattered with blood as her wild eyes pin me in place. “Bite me, Saint,” she growls, sliding behind the alcove as more bullets crack down the corridor.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand as I grip the fucker trying to sneak up on me coming out the cell. “Later, baby.” The metal of my knife cuts through his jugular like butter. “I’m busy.”
Indie ducks down and calls out Rex’s name, sliding her spare gun across the floor. He manages to shoot whoever is left at the end, and the air no longer cracks.
I march up to her as she wipes her forehead with the back of her palm, pulling her to me, crashing my lips to hers, knowing she just killed someone with my cum inside her.
Fuck, I want to drag her into the closest room.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” I growl against her lips, and I feel her smile.
