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I didn’t move, I wasn’t sure I breathed, going completely rigid, my heart pounded in my chest, preparing to burst from its cage.
The hairs on the back of my neck rose to attention. Rhett’s face took on a stoic expression. He stared into my eyes as if he were searching for something. I remained diligent in my position, refusing to acknowledge the slight trembling in my lower stomach, and tingling in my chest.
If he wanted to kill me over a piece of plastic, then that’s just how this story would end. I waited for him to destroy me, to pull the trigger and let the blood and bone fly freely.
We continued to stare at one another, the trembling I’d felt erupting into a flicker of heat. Then, within the lapse of a steady blink, he removed the barrel as gentle as one could, laughing quietly.
“Silly girl,” he sighed, tucking the gun away. “Did you forget what I told you that quickly? You’re safe with me.”
He brought a hand up to cup the side of my face, swiping the pad of his thumb over my cheek in a gentle caress.
My brain stuttered, still hung up on what I thought would surely be my demise. When I realized what he was doing I receded from the touch that even now, evoked an unwanted ache within me, stoking my flicker of desire into a yearning for something more.
The jerky mo
vement had the chair nearly toppling backward. Rhett dropped both his hands to my bare thighs, gripping them tightly, keeping me upright.
“Get off of me you goddamn psycho!”
“Nova,” he intoned, leaning closer. “That’s highly offensive. I’m not close to being psychotic. You on the other hand…” He adjusted his grip, spreading my legs further apart. “Considering I just had to clean up the mess you left behind. That’s extremely hypocritical of you.”
“You know, the dead bestie floating in a bathtub? And let’s not forget the man in your freezer along with a murder weapon. You killed all those people. Well done, by the way. Though the final execution needs some work.”
He found Gabe? Wait, he found Annika? My stomach dipped with the realization he knew it was me who killed them. What did that mean for me? He didn’t seem surprised by it or concerned. Once again, I found myself wondering just who he was to have a person that ‘cleaned up’ things like this.
He brought his face closer and skimmed his warm lips over mine, moving his hands higher. Everywhere he touched became flushed.
“Stop,” I breathed.
“Don’t pretend this is unwanted.” Reaching the apex where my thighs met, his fingers danced across my skin, leaving a trail of gooseflesh in their wake.
They continued their journey to the place covered by nothing more than the sheer fabric of my underwear. He grazed a thumb over my slit, applying pressure on my clit. My pussy clenched in response. I fought to close my legs. His grip prevented it.
He began to move the pad of his finger in slow, steady circles. All the blood in my body seemed to rush to that one area. I sucked in a breath, trying to ignore the budding pleasure.
“Rhett--.”
“Rhys,” he corrected softly. “My name is Rhys. Rhys Barron.”
His sudden omission stole my ability to speak. It was a stark reminder that the man I met at the beginning of summer, didn’t truly exist. He took advantage of my speechless state, pressing his soft lips against mine firmly this time, increasing the speed of his motions.
My mouth opened, his tongue darted in, tasting of peppermint. A part of me knew it was insanity to want him after everything that went down between us. He just had his gun in my mouth, the same one I threatened to shoot him with. He’d killed and kidnapped to get me where I was currently at, but I wasn’t as outraged as I pretended to be. I found comfort in his lunacy.
The hardening of my nipples and throbbing of my clit had a small moan flowing between us. Angry, terrified, and aroused all at once, I was pinging around with emotional whiplash.
He increased the fervor of our kiss, easing two fingers inside me, opening them into a V, curling them upward to press against my G-spot.
I whimpered, moaned, and spread my legs further, kissing him harder. He had a mouthful of candy-coated poison, and I wanted to ingest every morsel of it.
Our tongues tangled in tandem, him taking complete control. With my hands bound, I was at his mercy. His thumb moved faster, working over my clit as he fucked me with his fingers urging me towards a peak of bliss. Another whimper caught in my throat, my pussy clenched around his digits, a spurt of liquid trickling between the folds.
Rhett—Rhys—leaned back slightly and glanced down.
“Look at that, a psycho makes your pussy wetter than it’s ever been before.”
His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. What was I doing?
His eyes bore into mine as he raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking them in with a loud pop. “Your pussy is by far the best delicacy I’ve ever tasted.”
