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“Yes,” she moans, pushing herself back against me, almost as desperate for me as I am for her.
I rest one hand on her hip as the other guides my cock until I’m notched just inside her, her pussy pulsing around me before I can even push inside. Fuck, she’s perfect. So fucking perfect.
Without hesitating, I push forward and bottom out inside her, dragging a cry from her pretty lips, and I watch as Cyrus’s eyes widen. He’s gasping for air as his throat fills with his own blood, and the sight of the life fading from his eyes only makes me fuck Mia harder.
“Ace!” she cries out as her pussy clenches around me, and I groan at the feeling. Her perfect fucking cunt is about to pull me over the edge well before my time.
I hold her hips in a punishing grip that I’m sure will leave bruises. Good. I’m never going to get sick of seeing my marks all over her skin.
Mia gives me all her trust as she allows me to fuck her without her being able to hold on to anything, and that only makes me take her harder.
“Such a perfect fucking pussy,” I grunt.
“Ace, please, I need to come, please.”
I smirk and drop one of my hands from her hip, making quick work of pulling her up until her back is against my chest and my hand is wrapped around her throat. “Is that better?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck, Ace.”
“I’ve got you, Mia,” I croon against her ear and tighten my grip on her throat, making her pussy tighten impossibly around me. “Mm, my girl sure does love being choked.”
She nods against me, and I drop my face to the sliver of her shoulder that peeks out from where her vest has fallen during my manhandling. I bite into the flesh so hard, the taste of copper touches my taste buds, but that’s also what brings her right to the edge, her pussy fluttering around me as she struggles to hold her orgasm back, knowing she’s not to come without permission.
My perfect girl.
“You ready to show this asshole how pretty you come for me as he chokes on his own blood?”
“Yes, fuck, Ace. Please let me come.” Her plea falls from her lips, and I watch as the light begins to fade from his eyes.
I press my lips against her ear. “Come for me, sugar. I want it to be the last thing he ever sees.”
Her body tenses in my arms and her pussy pulses around me, dragging me right over the edge with her as I fuck us both through our releases. Her wetness drips down my balls and the tops of my thighs, but I don’t care. I’ll wear her cum like a badge of honor.
The roar that escapes my throat is barely human as I pump her full of thick ropes of cum. There’s a part of me that hopes it takes root, that it beats the implant in her arm, and I’ll see her swell with my baby, but we’re not ready for that yet. We might never be. And if we’re not, that’s okay. Mia spent eight years not getting to enjoy life, and if she chooses she would rather not have kids, that’s a decision I’ll be happy with, as long as she’s content with the life I give her.
We both drag in heavy breaths, but I make no attempt to withdraw. I never do. I would live with my cock inside her tight pussy if I could, but sadly, I don’t think that’s something she would get behind.
Neither of us says a word as we watch Cyrus lose his battle and his eyes slip closed at the same time his body goes completely still, and I feel as Mia relaxes against me as she realizes her tormentor is gone, that he’s dead, and he’ll never get to hurt her again.
“Let’s go home, sugar,” I whisper against the shell of her ear before pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just below.
She nods and flinches slightly as I withdraw. She’ll be sore for the rest of the day from being taken so roughly without a warm-up, and that brings me a weird kind of satisfaction.
I help her pull her yoga pants up her legs before I tuck myself back into my pants and make quick work of doing up my belt.
When she turns around, her eyes are filled with tears as she stares down at the blood coating her hands and arms. Before she can say a word, I tug her over to the spare bucket of water in the corner and use a piece of cloth Tommy keeps in here for waterboarding to wipe the evidence of that asshole from her skin.
“You okay, sugar?” I ask quietly as I cup her cheek in my hand.
She nods and leans against my hand, a few stray tears escaping down her cheeks. “Thank you for giving me the world.”
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and I wrap her in my arms, holding her so tight I’m surprised she can breathe. “Don’t you know you’re the one who gave me everything I never dared to hope for?”
EPILOGUE
MIA
FOUR YEARS LATER
