A brief flutter tattles on her.The short bursts evolve into a rapid fire around my cock and fuck me if it isn’t transcendent—how damn good it feels to fill her as she unravels.
Curling my hand at the back of her neck, fingers and thumb apply pressure on her arteries, I pull out and snap back into her—lewd slaps of flesh split the otherwise quiet of her apartment.When she tightens, so does my squeeze, until her ears turn a brighter pink and she teeters on the edge.
“Gonna come for me, Sunshine?Go on then.Soak my cock,” I pant.
We both race to the edge now, bowing before the blinding release neither one of us is willing to escape.If everything else fails, we have this, she has me, and I’ll do anything to keep her blissfully numb if it means she doesn’t hurt herself anymore.
“LIAS!”she sobs so damn beautifully.
The skin over her knuckles pale when she scrapes her nails against the floor, trying to claw her way through her orgasm.She takes, and takes, and takes until she cries and bursts violently around my dick.
“Yes!There we fucking go!”
Leaning over, my forehead presses to the back of her head.I suck in breath after breath of Sadie, inviting her deep into my lungs before jerk and spill rope after rope of cum inside of her.
So much for waiting.
Chapter seventeen
Sunshine
“Youlookterrible.”
“Gee, thanks Doc,” I snap back.
Fuck him.I’ve received better therapy from a liquor bottle nutritional label than this shithead has ever given me.He pisses me off, takes Daddy’s money, and I’m back within a week trying to find another remedy.
Talking, pills, group therapy—I refuse—hobbies, long walks off of short piers, anything other than chopping my fucking head off.
The second I see Daddy I’m squealing, telling him everything about this sack of shit—if I remember to.He deserves to know where his money is going, because it sure as fuck isn’t helping me any.
I hate using his name as some magic wand to fix things, but it works.Being a Patton heir has weight in the northern states; this blockhead may not realize how much power being my father’s daughter wields, but he’s one more therapy session away from finding out.
Then again, both of my parents being felons and violent is sure to put a fire under his ass.Could you imagine my parents showing up to an appointment when Mom’s known as a man-killer and Dad survived torture without going insane?Mr.Kensington would be sitting on a family gold mine of psychosis, but you know damn well we’d put him in a jar somewhere dark to shake like a glowstick anytime we get bored.
“Wasn’t a compliment.”
“I suggest practicing sarcasm; would save you the embarrassment of looking like an idiot.”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Sadie.I expect more from you.”
“That’s the good thing about growing up as the family disappointment—it doesn’t faze you when inconsequential people are also displeased.Am I here for you to beat me down or are you going to fix my meds?If you’re not, I’ll leave and save us both the trouble of dealing with you.”
The asshole has the audacity to carefully call me stupid, then think his expectations are what I strive for?Sad day for you, Doc.
“You know the deal—we talk and I adjust if needed.Tell me how you’ve fared since we last altered them.”
Perfectly, Doc.I’ve been having the time of my life.Feel like a new woman with more ahead of me than I ever could have dreamed of.Not.
“I ran out of medication almost two weeks ago because I’ve been doubling up.They’re not strong enough to prevent me from spiraling.So, up the goddamn dose.This kumbaya nonsense is unnecessary and jeopardizes my progress.”
“What do you mean, spiraling?”he deadpans.
What progress—that’s what he’s not saying as he ignores the rest of what I’ve said.
My eyes cut to him, barely emerging from the shadow of my hoodie.It’s turned into a security blanket, the only thing capable of helping me disappear amongst people.Any other time there’s a billboard hanging over my head with ‘crazy’ lit up in neon red, alerting everyone to the insane person too close for comfort.
When I turn to snap at them, show them exactly how fucking unhinged I can be, they’re gone.They ran away—cowards.Always looking, staring, but the moment confrontation comes, they’re nowhere to be found.
