Page 21 of Ripple Effect, Vol. 2

Like an answered prayer, he releases my throat and the gun falls away as he backs himself off the bed and stumbles out of the room.

No apology. Not a single word spoken.

I frown to hold back the tears itching to escape, as I stare up at the ceiling, and concentrate on long breaths that are so erratic I can’t get in enough air.

I’ve been close to death before, but having a gun held point blank does something to the mind. If I manage to fall back asleep, it’s only because my body shut down from it.

5

Ripley

I’m up at half past three in the morning. I find it’s the best time to think, plus I have the grueling task of following Alasdair MacGregor half the day. Dorian told me to strike first and think later, but he knows better. That’s not how I play these gigs. Killing first can get a bastard strung up, and if the manpower’s strong enough, not even the Bertrands can cover my ass.

Naked in a chair across from the bed, I watch Dylan sleep, sprawled out in the mess of sheets. I’d opened the curtains, allowing some light into the room so that I can see her face—a dangerous way to kill time until I head out.

Perfect. Painfully fucking beautiful.

And I fucked her.

If I were a better man, I’d feel guilty about that. I’m not, so I don’t. The sad reality is, if I hadn’t taken her in, she’d be riding some other guy’s cock to score another month of pills.

Or dead.

I glance away from her face, my eyes feasting on her long slender caramel-colored legs, and my body hardens again. Earlier, I wanted to finish inside of her and come all over that pretty face.

But earlier wasn’t for me. In order for this to work, I can’t allow her to own my body any more than she already does. She can’t know how badly I want her, and the second I let this woman give me pain, is the same moment she transcends from the junkie I’m paying to fuck, to an unshakable obsession.

Most women fumble in their efforts to get me off properly, but Dylan? She hates me just enough to make it feel good.

I rise up from the chair and make my way to the bed, standing over her, eyeing that perfect pout. I could leave her alone, but with lips like those, it’d be a fucking travesty, so I reach down and brush my thumb across them—a warning stroke.

Her eyes flutter as if she senses me there, and when they open I want to smile. She sleeps like I do—never really asleep at all.

She looks around the room for a moment, perhaps momentarily disoriented, and when she pushes to sit up, I nudge her back against the pillow and straddle her body. My intentions are clear the moment she surrenders her hands to the side, giving in to what I want. Grabbing hold of my dick with one hand, the headboard with the other, I guide my tip inside her mouth, until those perfect pouty lips close around it and she begins to suck. Warm, wet lips lock around my shaft, so perfectly, as if her lips were designed to torment the shit out of me. Up and down, she sucks me in a nice easy rhythm, with a hint of teeth. The woman wasn’t kidding earlier when she told me she had some talent.

Goddamn, she works the head of my cock with her tricky little tongue that laps the tip and the underside.

I rock in and out of her lips, fucking her face with the same fury that I fucked her pussy just hours ago. A small gagging noise doesn’t even falter her sucking, as I stare down at her mouth that’s so full of my dick, I’m surprised she can breathe.

Five minutes pass and my muscles turn rigid. Burning. So damn hot it feels like boiling water pumping through my veins. The sensation builds low in my stomach, ready to explode all over this woman’s flawless face. Pumping, pumping, pumping. She gags again and keeps going, moaning against my cock as if she loves it.

This is how I like it. No talking, just those sweet little sounds that communicate more to me than words ever could.

I need to come so bad it hurts. I’m on the edge, teeth grinding, sweat dripping down my temple, body so damn tense, I’m trembling, beating the headboard in time to every thrust inside her mouth. Fingers gripping into the hardwood, I’m about two pumps away from smashing the thing into the wall.

I’m losing it. Need to come. Need the pain.

A sharp sting hits my balls, shooting straight up my spine to that happy fucked up place inside my head, and I look down to see she’s digging her nails in them, squeezing tight. My hand covering hers. I didn’t even know I’d guided her hand there. Instinct kicks in and I grab hold of her hair, wanting to strike out at her for touching me, but I can’t stop. Feels too good to stop.

She digs deeper. Harder.

Eyes tacked shut, I up the pace, and keep a firm grasp of her hair.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

A blaze of heat rushes through my body, washing into the cool orgasm that follows. Her grip of my nuts falls away and I pull out, directing the spurts of hot cum onto her tits.

She kicks her head to the side, coughing and gasping for breath.