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When she attempts to pull away, I kiss her harder, brutally stealing her breath to make it my own, as if I can siphon her grief. Everything between us has been topical, a calm but fragile surface with delicate banter and traces of passion to mask the dark and torrid vortex beneath.
Only when she’s breathless and gasping against my mouth do I break off. “So I’m going to keep kissing you,” I swear to her. “I’m going to keep touching you, and making love to you, and fucking you, until I exorcize the shame you’re suffering from every cell of your body, even if I have to exhaust you in the process.”
I’d eat every bit of it for her if only she’d let me.
She latches on to my shirt, clenching the material in her slender hands. “None of it was your fault.” Her swallow is painful. “I wasn’t able to solve their case, and that pain… I don’t know. If I could’ve found the person responsible, then I wouldn’t have been so obsessed with the Harbinger. I needed someone to punish.” She shakes her head, hiding her eyes. “I’m the one who lost touch with reality long before that night.”
Her parents. The tragic accident that left her with no family, and no one to punish for that crime. The very first tipped domino.
“But I can’t go back there,” she says, and I’m unsure if she’s referring to the physical place or the hell inside her mind. “Just…touch me. Keep touching me until I shatter. God, make me feel anything else.”
A primal growl tears free, and I have her insufferable skirt hiked up her thighs before I push a hand beneath the hem to feel her, wet and ready for me, the thin fabric of her panties dangerously close to being shred right along with my restraint.
“I’ll give you anything you ask of me. Just don’t disappear.” I breathe the words across her lips before I recapture her mouth.
While sparks of light rain down like falling celestials from the darkest court of heaven, I feast on my own fallen angel, devouring her sin with each greedy, lust-filled kiss.
Fuck, I’ll be the one to commit every deadly sin to keep her mine.
Our tongues tangle and lash with each heated exchange of breath. Our touches become desperate, fighting to be closer. She has my overcoat pushed off my shoulders and the buttons of my Oxford pried open so she can flatten her palm over the crescent, ratcheting my heart rate to the climbing beat of a drum.
And fuck, she’s soaking her panties as I rub her, coaxing me to intrusively push at the barrier, the soft give of her pussy driving me right out of my damn mind. I tug the elastic away from her body and slip my hand under the fabric, my fingers seeking the perfect center of her.
She gasps over my mouth as I pinch her clit between the slat of my fingers. Her blunt nails track across my skin before she pushes against my chest for leverage as she provocatively works her hips to shred my sanity. She rides my hand so fucking sexy, grinding her clit against the heel of my palm as I plunge two fingers inside her cunt.
Jaw clenched, I brace one hand on the wall above her head and fuck her pussy with my fingers, my cock straining against the closure of my pants at the seductive feel of her arousal. Her scent torturously invades my system as her inner walls tighten around my fingers, warning how close she is to breaking, and I can’t take my eyes off the erotic way she’s rolling her hips.
“Fuck, so fucking sexy,” I grit out between gnashed teeth. “Do you want to come on my fingers or my cock?” I demand, my voice gravel.
Her heated gaze snares mine. “I want your cock.”
“Christ…” Untamed need unfurls in my veins, and I swear she’s already incinerated the last of my control until she tugs at the clasp of my slacks, and I come undone.
With pained effort, I take a deliberate step back, chin tipped up as I tear the belt buckle open and lower the zipper, issuing a silent command. Beautifully disheveled, Halen pushes off the wall, her hand finding my pants before she takes me out. Her soft palm fisting my cock is such sweet torture, I bite off a growl.
As I capture her mouth, tasting her exquisite mix of sin and virtue, the buzz of her phone sounds out in an infuriating disruption.
Breaking away, she breathes a curse as she kneels and digs out the device from her bag. I glimpse the Briar Institute on the screen, and a hit of fury spikes my bloodstream.
Fucking bastard.
Rationally speaking, we can never identify the precise moment insanity overtakes our mind, as we’re already gripped by madness. But by then, we are also too possessed by our desire to suffer any remorse for what we’ve had to do to obtain it.
5
SHADOWS
KALLUM
As Halen’s phone vibrates with an annoying buzz, she stares at the screen, her thumb hovering between Decline and Accept.
Composure all but stripped, I confiscate the device and send the call to voicemail.
“Dr. Torres has been trying to contact me,” she says. “I should find out what he wants.”
And I should have had Torres stab his jugular instead of his hand.
I drop the phone on her bag, tempted to crush it beneath my boot. Instead, I let my hands fall to the wall on either side of her, brazenly settling my cock against her belly. “Maybe the good doctor wants to retain your services. You do seem to have a thing for psychos.”
