Page 32 of The Monster’s Weakness

“Liar.”

Her smile widened, and she caught his lower lip between her teeth before whispering, “Maybe it’s the part where I know you’d kill someone else for me.”

A rough sound escaped him.

“You have no idea what I’d do for you.”

“Show me.”

He backed her against the wall, bracing one hand beside her head as he looked down at her. “You really shouldn’t tell a man like me something like that.”

They barely made it to her bedroom. She stumbled backward through the doorway with his mouth still on hers, until the backs of her knees struck the tiny twin bed.

The kiss wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t careful. It was all the things he’d apparently been holding back, and she loved every second of it.

He lowered her onto the mattress, following her down until the narrow bed dipped beneath them. A squeak came from the frame.

“I need you,” she said.

Tonight wasn’t a time for playing around. His woman wanted him, and he was going to fuck her proper. Caleb peeled one of the cups of her bra aside and sucked on her tight bud. He loved her big tits. She cried out, arching her back to give him more. And that was it. He didn’t even bother to undress her or himself fully.

Caleb unzipped and reached into his pants to pull out his cock. He roughly pulled one of her legs out of her tights and panties. She was wet and completely wanton. He settled between her legs and plunged into her tight, hot pussy.

That first thrust was heaven. He pistoned his hips like a machine, his only goal to give her pleasure. The bed rocked and protested. It was a good thing there were no neighbors underneath.

“Caleb!”

He loved his name on her lips. It sounded sweet, the kind of sound that made him putty in her hands. She wanted more, he’d give her more.

He pulled his cock out just long enough to flip over her body, pulling her waist up in the air until she was doggy-style, her lush ass up in the air. He slapped one cheek, making her yelp.

Caleb rammed back inside her hot cunt, holding her hips as he stood at the edge of the bed. She cried and mewled as he fucked her hard and deep. He watched his dick slide in and out, slowing down just to tease her.

She wriggled against him.

“Bad girl,” he said, grabbing a handful of her red hair and he thrust hard. “You like getting fucked hard, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she cried.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my dick.”

He let go of her hair, using both hands to hold her hips and he fucked her rapidly, determined not to stop until she was milking his cock. Her body was already twitching, so close.

When she came, he felt her orgasm tighten around him, bringing his own release. Gemma moaned until she’d rode out the entirety of the aftershocks. Then she dropped down flat onto the bed.

He was going to kiss her and tell her they had to head out soon, but she was already asleep.

Chapter Twelve

Gemma looked around at the safe house. She’d watched plenty of movies that had a lot of safe houses. Some of them even had windows. Caleb’s safe house went down into a basement under a warehouse.

On the outside, it was an abandoned, falling-down building that wouldn’t garner any attention. There were metal gates along the outside perimeter with barbed wire on top of each one. She looked at the twenty little screens connected to cameras around the entire outer perimeter, and the reality of her situation was starting to sink in.

For two days she’d been in his safe house, and for two days, no one had come, but Caleb had to handle business as well. There were times he was locked away in his office.

This was the only view she got of the outside, and Gemma didn’t know if she was happy or sad, or what she was feeling. It was all a little confusing to her.

So much had happened, and her head was spinning. She knew there was something about Caleb, but she hadn’t been able to put her finger on it, and now it was because he was the man she witnessed killing Pembroke. Well, technically, she didn’t see the whole murder, but that was beside the point. She’d been in the office at the time, with the intent on threatening him herself, with a pathetic fake gun.