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Tapping his forehead, I bend and straddle his thighs, my pussy on high alert, my brain firing on empty cylinders. This is too close—too intimate—for a gun to be in the middle. But I don’t even care.
He doesn’t seem to, either; his hands come up and cup my thighs, slipping under the fabric of the dress I have on. Our breath mingles, joining as one until it’s impossible to differentiate between the two vapors.
“I know, baby. I’m not trying to fix you or save you.”
“Then what the hell did you do to Sheldon McCarty?”
I slide the gun from his forehead and down the side of his face. His eyes follow the movement, snapping back to mine as I force the mouth under his chin, pushing his head back.
“Mio amore.” His cock hardens beneath me, thickening against my buttcheeks.
Grinding myself down a little, I revel in the hiss that comes from his teeth. “It’s sick, isn’t it? How much we love this violence? How our bodies crave it from one another, ache for it in the cruelest way?”
“This is not how I planned this evening ending.” At my sides, his hands tremble against me.
I reach up with my free hand and undo the buttons on my dress, allowing the tops of my breasts to pop out; though he can’t move his head, his gaze locks on, fingers squeezing my thighs until I’m sure bruises bloom under his touch.
“Fuck. Me.”
Smirking, I press my chest into his, my nipples puckering at the contact. “Answer my question, and maybe I will.”
“Baby, everything that’s happening right now is only because I’m letting it. You have no real control here.”
Shifting my hips forward, I rock once into him, eliciting a strangled grunt as his body buckles to meet mine. “We both know that’s not true.”
He exhales, teeth peeking out and sinking into his bottom lip. “You already know what I did.”
“I want you to say it.”
“Why?” His eyes blaze, anger contorting his features. The grip on my thighs turns punishing, and I whimper at the slight bite of pain. But I don’t falter. “Does it turn you on, knowing I’d kill for you?”
My stomach hollows out, and my lungs expand until it's hard to breathe. I swallow, dryness in my throat making it difficult, my tongue swelling. Moisture pools between my thighs, revealing the truth, and I clench, hoping he doesn’t figure it out.
“That’s not a battle I asked you to fight,” I say, but my voice is small. Unsure. Because even though I didn’t ask explicitly, heknew—what I wanted, what I needed—that he’d be the only one truly able to offer me peace.
“You don’t have to ask,mio amore. At this point, I’d do anything for you. Spoken, unspoken, I don’t care. I want all of the responsibility.”
I shake my head, pulling the gun away. He knocks it from my hand, reaching to re-lock the safety before tossing it to the floor and grasping my face in his hands. “Why?” I squeak, terrified that I already know that it’s already over.
“Because you’re worth it.”
The blood in my body seems to evaporate, the weight lifting from me and settling elsewhere. “You killed Sheldon. For me.”
“I did. And I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant I get to keep you.”
My forehead drops to his, our sweat combining. I don’t want to dwell on hidden meanings, because I know deep down that there’s nothing good waiting for me there. A pit opens up in my stomach, a cavity trying to suck in my soul, but as I bend and connect our mouths, igniting a fire we’ve been dancing around for too long, it can’t get a good grip.
The pit falters, its opening webbing together, threatening to close all on its own. To go to bed hungry for once, leave my soul alone.
Fire rages on, the flames building in our bodies as our lips continue their voracious assault.
And as he shifts, hauling my ass into his hands as he stands and takes me up the stairs, I allow myself to melt.
LIKE SHE WEIGHS NOTHING, I toss Caroline onto my bed, watching her breasts bounce against the material of her dress as she lands on the mattress. We’re skipping a few of the steps I’d had planned, but having her spread out, a delectable buffet of creamy, pinkened flesh, chases every other thought away.
All my brain can focus on is how badly I want her; body, mind, soul. I want to drink from the fountain of her youth, use it to keep me effervescent, and worship her for all of eternity.
I scramble on top of her, using both hands to peel her straps off her shoulders, down her arms until I can slip her from their confines. Gripping the bodice, I yank it down, freeing her gorgeous tits; I squeeze one in my palm, plucking at the nipple.
