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“Or maybe I’ll just fuck you until we both die.”
Her eyes fly open, and for a moment, there are no walls between us. The pain, betrayal, and lust are bared fully.
“Then fuck me,” she finally says. “And maybe we’ll die together.”
My mouth is on hers then. I slide my fingers from her cunt and we both work savagely at getting rid of my clothes. All the while, we kiss with a passion that only the dying know.
The instant I’m naked, I’m inside her, thrusting, burying my dick all the way to the balls, pulling back out, and slamming home again.
Emily is wrapped around me, arms and legs holding me tightly against her as she lifts her hips up, meeting each of my thrusts.
We fuck like we’re drowning and these are our last gasping breaths. Deep and desperate.
She fits me like a fucking glove, her pussy tight around my dick, her body molding to mine perfectly. The way she tastes, smells, feels… It all fits me like no one else ever has, and for the briefest of moments, I almost wish I’d never met her. Never known what this is like. Instead remaining blissfully ignorant of what the best is.
But I did meet her, and now she’s in my arms and I’m inside her. And when I come, I hold her firmly.
I wasn’t lying when I said it might take me days, weeks, or longer to decide her fate. But I do know one thing. Today, I don’t plan on letting her go.
* * *
Emily digs her fingernails into the skin of my chest as she rides me, grinding her core onto my dick, moisture beading on her brow. Her red hair is curled, sticking to the sweat, her eyes half-lidded as she approaches her climax.
Then, with a moan, she comes, inciting my own orgasm. I clench her hips and hold her steady as I pump upward, filling her with every last drop. Which isn’t much, considering this is the fifth time we’ve had sex today.
She slumps beside me, panting. I wipe the sweat from her forehead. Sad eyes blink up at me, then she closes them and, within seconds, falls asleep.
For a long while, I remain tangled in her. Staring down at the perfect face that has been with me since the day I met her—in every thought, every dream. Because it’s still beautiful, even without the light. Just as breathtaking.
My phone buzzes and I finally force myself to get up. It’s time I reply to some of the texts that have been coming in for three days now with more than a promise to get back to them soon. I’ve been ignoring them for far too long, unwilling to leave the den of hate and lust Emily and I have created, where all we do is fuck and eat and sleep, yet words remain unsaid.
Dressing quietly, I leave the room and shut the door gently behind me.
“It’s about time, Noah.”
There isn’t much that surprises me. But finding my stepmother sipping a glass of wine on my couch without having been alerted to her presence does just that.
And for some reason I can’t place my finger on yet, it also terrifies me. Then that reason hits me.
Emily.
20
EMILY
The sound of angry voices coming from the living room wakes me. I tiptoe to the door and press my ear to it, listening intently.
“How did you get in?” Noah asks with obvious annoyance in his tone.
“I’m your mother, remember? I have a key.” There’s silence then. “What, no kiss today?”
His stepmother is here? What was her name? Sylvia.
“Now isn’t a good time,” Noah says. “Can we visit tomorrow?”
“You’re usually happy to see me.” Although she sounds offended, there’s a hint of something sarcastic in her tone I don’t like.
“I’m tired tonight.”
