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She does as I say, and I push my cock straight into her mouth. I bury it in the back of her throat, thrusting back and forth, loving the sensations all the more for knowing this may be the last time this ever happens.
Even if tomorrow goes perfectly, it’ll be for the best if I never see her again. Because, although I’ll never tell her this, she is right. I am bad news. I am an asshole. I am a bad person to my core. I would be a bad influence on Sophie. I would be a bad partner to Clarissa. It’s better she moves on with her life.
Doesn’t mean we can’t have one last night together, though.
I pull free, leaving her gasping for air as I lift her up and strip her out of her things. “You are so fucking sexy,” I tell her, leaning her back against the sink. I get on my knees and push my tongue between her legs, finding her wetness and enjoying the sweet taste of her nectar.
I slide a finger into her pussy as I lick her click, staring up at her as she arches her back above me, playing with her nipples with her fingers, making me harder than ever.
“Come for me,” I say to her before returning to her clit.
“Oh shit,” she replies. “Keep doing that.”
I let the cursing go. Until she reaches a climax, I am not stopping this. I drink in the image of her above me, locking it away in my memory so I can think back to this as the years move us further and further apart.
I don’t want to leave her. That’s the truth. But like Imelda says, sometimes you’ve got to do things you don’t want to.
I’m supposed to shoot her. Take her out. Would solve a lot of my problems. Would that be the simpler option? Should I pick up my gun? It’s only in the next room. End this right now?
I look up at her as she gets closer to her orgasm and I make the only decision I can make.
15
“Come for me.”
It’s his voice. There’s something about his voice. It’s so assertive I can only obey.
I don’t want to obey. I want to tell him to go fuck himself.
I can’t do it. All I can do is listen to those words and then let my body go exactly where it wants to.
My climax hits me as he’s sliding two fingers back and forth inside me. I say nothing. I only moan when it happens, shaking in place, grinding my hips against him, greedy for more.
Maybe it’s because I’m so pissed at him that it’s so good. Or maybe it’s my way of making the most of this last night.
I won’t see him again no matter what happens. He’s just not the type to hang around. Sure, he put Sophie to bed, but that doesn’t make him a family man. He hasn’t asked about her. He hasn’t talked about her. He’s been more interested in me, and in the money.
That’s what this all comes down to. I worked it out before he spanked me. He’s keeping me alive so I can get my inheritance. At which point he either cajoles, bribes or blackmails me into handing it over. He gets to walk away with the lot.
I know how he’ll do it too. Tell me that I get to keep my hands clean like I wanted. Let him take it. I don’t give a shit anymore. I’m too tired to care. All I want is for things to go back to normal, for me and Sophie to get on with our simple lives in our quiet little town.
One night though.
I can give him one night, especially when he’s so good with that tongue of his.
I sink to my knees again, taking him back into my mouth. I tease him with my tongue, enjoying the heat coming off him, the twitches I get out of him as he gets close to coming. I stroke his shaft with both hands, gripping the base tight, looking up into his eyes, watching that hunger come into his eyes that I’ve seen before. The one that makes me feel more desirable than I’ve ever felt in my life.
It can’t work. Of course it can’t. He’s bad news. Incapable of change. Happy to take people’s lives to meet his own ends. I cannot have someone like that in Sophie’s life. I have to protect her from that world. That’s a mother’s job.
But I can enjoy one night. One last night. Then it’s all over one way or another.
He growls. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“Do it,” I tell him, flicking my tongue over the end. “You know you want to.”
“Not yet, I don’t. I’ve got a lot more I want to do to you first.”
“Like what?”
