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I laugh. “That’s it,” I murmur. I can’t hold back any longer. I feel my control slipping, my mind fracturing under the intense pleasure. “Beg me, starlight,” I demand, my voice echoing in the room’s silence. “Beg me to fuck you harder. Beg me to take you like the psycho I am.”
Her eyes widen with a mix of fear and excitement. “Ash, please,” she stammers out. “I want it harder.” The room fills with a tangible tension. “I love it,” she gasps, back arching as I fuck her. “I love it when you’re fucking me with the mask on. It’s like...” She hesitates, her cheeks flushing with humiliation. “I can imagine you’re an intruder, raping me.” Her confessionhangs heavy in the air. It’s wrong. It’s so fucking wrong. But it’s exactly what I needed to hear.
“That’s it, good girl,” I growl, a dark thrill coursing through me.
I push into her harder, faster, delighting in the desperate gasps and moans she rewards me with. Before long, those moans are tinged with pain as she screams my name.
“Now, come for me,” I command, my voice a low growl in her ear.
I drill into her mercilessly, my fingers digging into her hips as I force her to take every inch of me beside the gun. Her body tightens around me and the gun in her ass, her breath hitching as she nears the precipice.
And then, she comes undone, her screams of pleasure echoing through the bathroom. The sight of her climaxing is my undoing. My cock explodes in her cunt, painting it with my cum, making her mine.
“Take it, Lila. Take every fucking drop,” I growl, the words rolling off my tongue.
Stepping back, I take a moment to drink in the carnal sight before me. Lila bent over, the cold steel of the gun still lodged in her ass, a stark contrast to the warmth of her body. A trickle of my cum makes its slow descent from her soaked pussy. I feel a perverse sense of pride as I pull out my cell phone, capturing the scene in a photograph.
And then I look into the mirror. “Take a look, starlight. Look at what I did to you.” I show her in the mirror the image of her pussy and ass. And she moans.
Fucking moans.
Perfection. It’s the only way to describe this woman. “Do you like that?”
She nods, her eyes misted with desire.
“Fuck,” I breathe, dancing my fingers gently down her back before grabbing the handle of my gun. Slowly, I pull it from her ass, eliciting another moan that makes my dick throb. I toss it aside into the sink and then lift my starlight in my arms.
I carry her to the bed in the dingy motel room. The sweetness in her surrender makes me want to spoil her a little. I gently place her on the bed and unfasten the rope before pulling the rough motel blanket over her.
With a soft grunt, I clamber beside her, the bed dipping under my weight. I forcefully guide her head onto my chest, her hair tickling my skin. “Rest now, starlight,” I murmur, my hand gently trailing down her spine.
Within a minute, the steady rhythm of her breathing on my bare chest signals that she’s fallen asleep. It’s an oddly comforting sound and a sharp contrast to the chaos of my mind.
13
LILA
Everything feels different now. There’s an unspoken heaviness in the air, shrouding us with tension. I let him do unspeakable things to me. Hell, I enjoyed them. And I’m struggling to understand that and what it means about me.
Ash is silent, his attention firmly on the road ahead. Every so often, he reaches over and gives my hand a squeeze. It’s meant to be comforting, I suspect, but every touch serves as a reminder of what transpired between us. He’s a murderer, a cold-blooded killer, and I allowed myself to become entangled with him.
I gaze out the car window, the passing scenery blurring into a mess of colors. I’m grappling with my actions, the guilt gnawing at my insides. The silence between us is suffocating, the tension palpable. I feel his eyes on me occasionally, his gaze heavy, but I keep my attention focused on the world rushing by outside.
“You’ve been quiet,” Ash’s voice cuts through the silence, pulling my attention away from the window. He keeps his eyes on the road, but there’s an uncharacteristic edge to his voice, a shade of concern that seems alien to the man I’ve grown to know over five days.
“Just thinking,” I murmur.
The sex was unlike anything I’ve experienced. Hotter than anything I’ve experienced, and I loathe myself for wanting to do it again.
Ash grunts, clearly unsatisfied with the lack of response. I can sense his irritation growing. It’s not like me to hold my tongue. I’m usually all too eager to challenge and fight him. But right now, I feel like I’m drowning in a sea of confusion.
After a few agonizing minutes of silence, Ash speaks again. “Lila,” he growls, “you need to talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.” His hand leaves the steering wheel to squeeze my thigh.
The car hums with tension, the air heavy between us as I battle with myself. I swallow hard, my eyes stubbornly fixed on the passenger side window, unwilling to meet his gaze.
Ash pulls over to the side of the road, the car jolting to an abrupt stop. He twists in his seat to face me, his eyes blazing with frustration. “Speak to me. Now.”
I cross my arms, defiantly turning my head to the side. “I don’t want to talk to you, Ash,” I snap.
