Page 89 of No One’s Daughter

She looked fucking ethereal. I had wanted her before but now—I didn’t just want her, I needed her. Desperately.

​But we needed to move.

​We couldn’t get caught.

​More would undoubtedly follow.

​“We need to get out of here,” I muttered, more to myself than her.

​She nodded and I swore I saw disappointment in her eyes.

​Fuck.

Was it possible that she had actually wanted me too?

​I couldn’t let myself go there and it didn’t matter now anyway.

The moment was gone.

I made quick work of the bodies, lighting the place after checking no humans were squirreled away hiding in any corners.

​We were soon in yet another stolen car as I drove us to a motel. Going back to where we’d been staying wasn’t an option, and I was hesitant to follow the plan to our next pre-decided location. For all I knew, all of that had been compromised and they’d be waiting for us there.

​The place I’d managed to find was the kind of place people passed through without leaving a trace. Perfect.

​I used their pay phone to place a quick call to Marlette, letting her know what had happened and where we were. I didn’t bother with pleasantries at the twenty-four hour desk—just enough compulsion to get a key, no questions asked—and ushered Ailsa inside, scanning the room just to be sure it was safe before shutting the door firmly behind us.

​I exhaled slowly as the weight of the last few hours settled in my bones.

​But instead of tired, I was high on energy.

My gaze dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes.

​Her lips parted slightly, like she was about to say something.

​But no words were needed; we were on the same high.

​Her body crashed into mine and an unbridled need tore through me as her lips pushed against mine. I kissed her back with the same urgency.

​I was too horny to think straight.

​I needed to have her. Now. Finish what we had started.

​Maybe if I fucked her, I’d get her out of my system once and for all so I could finally fucking focus again.

​But even in the depths of my depraved old heart I knew that wasn't true. I’d never be able to get enough of her, so maybe I was just taking what I could.

I knew I wasn’t good enough for her.

She deserved the world, and I wasn't that.

But I couldn’t walk away.

Couldn’t pretend anymore.

My hand came up to her face again, slow and purposeful this time, giving her every chance to pull away.

She didn’t.