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My eyes widened in shock. “You’re turned on?”
He grinned. “Yeah, baby,” he said. “He hurt you. He broke you down for years. He deserved to die. As far as I’m concerned, you’re fucking perfect. You ended him on your terms. You have absolutely nothing to feel ashamed about. You taking matters into your own hands is the hottest fucking thing I can imagine.”
The ringing in my ears drowned out the rain, my mind reeling because this couldn’t be real. “I don’t understand?” I searched his eyes desperately. “Why aren’t you horrified?”
“Why would I be horrified, Sienna? Why would I be anything less than fucking proud of you? If I’d been there, I would have held him down so it was easier for you to slice him up. I would have wanted him to beg even louder.”
My heart was hammering so hard it felt unreal, like it might split me open from the inside, and a strange, disorienting thought crept in that this had to be some kind of dream pulled straight from my darkest fantasies. The kind where I told the truth and the world didn’t end.
“The trial lasted for months,” I said, the words tumbling out like evidence as I built a case for why he should run. “Only one juror believed it was self-defense. One.” A thin, humorless laugh scraped out of me. “It was just enough to get me acquitted.”
I swallowed, and rain slid down my throat like it was trying to drown the memory.
“I left Boston because everyone who wasn’t in that courtroom thought I should’ve been on death row,” I finished quietly, the truth resting there, final and irrevocable.
He grinned at that little tidbit. “Their loss is my gain,” he said possessively, his eyes blazing with a sort of unhinged devotion.
I stared at him for another second, flabbergasted, the world tilting under my feet as the truth sank in. He really wasn’t upset. He really wasn’t horrified or disgusted. He really hadn’t run.
I’d handed him the ugliest, blood-soaked version of myself, and he hadn’t blinked.
The tension I’d been carrying finally loosened, and my breath rushed back into my lungs like I’d been holding it the entire time. Because if this was the worst of me, and he still wanted me anyway—
Fuck.
He hadn’t damned me.
He’d just set me free.
I launched myself at him, jumping into his arms with a sob that turned into a laugh as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He caught me effortlessly, his hands gripping my ass, and our mouths crashed together.
I kissed him like I needed it more than anything.
Sterling kissed me back like a man possessed as his tongue claimed mine, and he growled into my mouth as the rain soaked us through.
He ripped my shirt open, the buttons scattering across the ground as he slammed my back against the cold metal of the car and pinned me there with his body. His cock strained hard against my core through our drenched clothes.
The cold rain lashed at us relentlessly, but the heat of his body chased away every chill as his hips rolled into mine, grinding that rigid length against my aching pussy until I whimpered into his mouth.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groaned, breaking the kiss just enough to nip my bottom lip hard, drawing a gasp from me as he shoved my skirt down my hips, ripping it off along with my panties until my lower half was bare and exposed to the storm. Rain pelted my skin, running down my stomach, but he didn’t give me time to feel the cold as his mouth descended hungrily, latching onto one breast through the soaked silk of my bra. The thin fabric clung transparent; my nipple was hard and visible beneath it as he sucked deep and swirled his tongue mercilessly over the peak until I arched off the car, crying out as pleasure shot straight between my legs.
“Yes, Sterling—”
He growled against me, and his teeth grazed the sensitive bud through the silk before he hooked his fingers in the front clasp and popped it open with a sharp tug. The bra fell away, and rain hit my bare breasts instantly, making my nipples tighten even harder.
Sterling didn’t waste a second. His mouth closed over one exposed peak, and he sucked hard as his tongue flicked ruthlessly against the tip until I was writhing. I grabbed his wet hair and yanked him closer, lightning detonating overhead like it approved.
He switched to my other nipple, tormenting it with the same fierce attention as he sucked it greedily, biting just enough to sting, and then soothing it with slow licks that had me grinding shamelessly against his face because I needed more.
“More,” I gasped, my voice breaking on the word as the rain streamed down my body, dripping off my breasts onto his face. “Please…don’t stop.”
“How did it feel when he begged you to stop,” he moaned against my skin. His voice was thick with awe and hunger as he dropped to his knees right there in the road, and he spread my thighs wide against the car door. Rain dripped in teasing trails down my inner thighs, slipping between my swollen pussy lips to mingle with the slick arousal already pouring out of me for him. He plunged his tongue inside without hesitation, fucking me in long, claiming strokes that buckled my knees and had me clenching his hair just to stay upright.
I whimpered as he spread me wider, his mouth devouring every inch…sucking my lips, and then thrusting his tongue back inside to chase the fresh drops of rain running down my skin, drinking me like he couldn’t get enough. “I loved it. I felt more powerful than I’ve ever felt in my entire life,” I gasped out, a heady thrill sliding down my spine.
What I’d said only spurred him on. His tongue slid lower, teasing my ass with unhurried circles around the tight ring before he pushed inside with measured pressure, breaching me with that forbidden burn while his fingers plunged into my pussy…two thick ones curled hard, pumping in time with his tongue until pleasure exploded through me, overwhelming and complete.
I came, screaming into the storm as my body seized around him, ecstasy ripping through me in unrelenting surges while he drank in every pulse. His tongue and fingers were merciless until I was a trembling, wrecked mess and begging hoarsely for his cock to stretch me next.
