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“Not straight away. I went into a dark spiral of despair and anger, and gathered a few followers. Taking the business came a couple of years later, but any qualms or hesitations I may have had with how I forced that transition were crushed the moment I realized this was the same business that owned Emily’s bakery, and therefore, the same man who ordered her death. I tried to find him after I had taken over, but he disappeared, exactly as I told him to in order to keep his family safe. Lucky for him, someone else got to him first. His main rival took him down once he was unprotected, so essentially, his death is on me too. But I don’t care.”
“I don’t blame you,” Cara mumbled. After a beat where she watched our hands intertwined, she sighed. “So we’re both dark people with dark pasts, who secretly…” she raised her brows at me, “… or not-so-secretly enjoy violence and sex. So, where do we go from here?”
“Wherever we want. You say you want to leave this city, but you could make a life here.”
“Is that an offer?”
“Depends on your answer.”
She smirked. “It’s unusual to expect an answer before asking the question.”
“I don’t like leaving things up to chance.”
“So what? I become like a mob wife?”
I barked out a laugh. “Whatever you want to call it. But I think you’re more suited to being more involved than that. Although eventually, you’ll have to admit we can’t be letting everyone go with a second chance. To survive here, to keep this position, some people need to be taken down.”
Cara was watching me, and I couldn’t read what she was thinking.
CARA
A fallen angel.
It wasn’t something I had heard before, but if that’s how he needed to identify himself to deal with the pain of Emily’s loss, then that was fine with me. There were far greater messed-up people in the world than us, and until Emrick, I had been searching for the same high I got when having sex with Aiden after killing my father, the high that was almost matched with the one-night stand and a new level Emrick elevated me to through the meeting of pleasure and pain.
I was no one to judge him.
Aiden was much too good at covering up what we had done, and I knew he had killed before. He knew the police would never believe Iaccidentallyshot my father, after accidentally shooting my sister. It was too much of a coincidence, and any good detective didn’t believe in coincidences.
Get rid of the body.
I shook the thoughts from my head. That smell of flesh and bone being devoured by acid was something I could do without remembering.
Emrick’s darkness mirrored mine, and although we had taken different paths, we had both ended up here in this bed. He touched me in a way no one else could, unbridled rage and passion burst forth from him when he penetrated me, barely controlling his urges and strength. I loved it and got lost in every moment. I didn’tneedthe violence with him, the sex was almost violent enough to cover that desire too.
In some messed-up way, this man was what I needed.
So did I still need to flee this city? Should I run from the memories this place held? Or should I do as Emrick does and embrace it? Let the darkness be my power, and then no one can mess with me. What were my goals in life anyway? Was I after a husband and kids? It didn’t feel right. I wanted to get away but had no plans after that. Maybe my messed-up self would seek out some sort of darkness in another city, and I was doomed to repeat the past.
But here, with him, I had everything I needed and wanted.
Leaning forward, I kissed him, our fingers still clasped together between us. Keeping it chaste, I then pulled away, watching his eyes for an answer or anything to tell me what he was thinking. But he dropped my hand and wound his fingers through my hair, yanking my face to his and crashing his lips on mine. He was forceful immediately, pushing his tongue into my mouth and swallowing my moans when he used his other hand to grasp my breast, flicking and pinching the nipple between his fingers.
He rolled over on top of me, pushing and shifting my body, small under his until I was sitting upright against the headboard. I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, and he stuck three fingers on my tongue, groaning when I sucked his fingers.
“That’s it,” he growled out. “That’s what I need from you.”
Kneeling in front of me, he grabbed my head and guided my mouth onto his already erect cock, pushing in until he was almost against the back of my throat. Breathing through my nose, I worked to calm my gag reflex, the movement making my tongue massage the sensitive skin on the underside of his cock, pulling a moan from him. Looking down at me, Emrick placed his hands on the wall and began fucking my mouth. When I went to touch him, he slapped my hands away.
“Keep those hands to yourself, pussycat.” He panted. “Let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
Groaning around him as he forced his length in and out of my mouth, my pussy tingled, already wet and waiting for him. Pulling back, he gave me a moment to cough and swallow the spit before pushing back in, chuckling through his moans and keeping his eyes on mine. His balls tightened, and I prepared myself to swallow his load when the bedroom door slammed open.
Ripping his cock from my mouth, he spun, shielding my body with his from the gun that was pointed directly at us.
“Oh, put some fucking clothes on. I don’t want to look at your cock.”
Emrick shrugged, unabashed with his nudity, his cock still hard and dripping with my spit despite the danger we were in. Reaching a hand behind him, he made a hidden gesture at me. I had no idea what it meant and didn’t have time to think before he moved slowly off the bed to find his pants.
