Page 33 of Insidious Heart

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Page 33 of Insidious Heart

And all of that makes me want to fuck her right here and now.

But, boner be damned, I have to make sure she’s ok. “Are you…” I clear my throat, pissed that I sound hoarse because it fucking hurts. “Little dove, are you—”

“You killed him,” she whispers.

I glance back down at Joker and tilt my head. “He has maybe another minute of his mouth opening and closing like that, but he’s mostly dead.”

“You… you killed Joker…”

“Stevie.” I sigh as I lift my gaze. God, I really hope she doesn’t go into shock over this. “Little dove, I had—”

“No one has ever…” She swallows hard and pins me with the brightest blue eyes. “You killed him because he was hurting me. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”

If I didn’t see her blown out pupils dilate further, I would never have thought for one second that watching me kill someone could be arousing, but I fucking saw that shit and it has my dick throbbing in my jeans.

I stare into those fucking gorgeous eyes a little longer before my gaze travels over Stevie again. The bloodstains, the ruined shirt, the beautiful body hiding underneath. And fuck, I didn’t realize it before, but Stevie is only wearing that oversized t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties, nothing but miles of silky skin and a few more scars on display.

She truly is a morbidly sexy little creature and I don’t think I have ever wanted anything more than I want her.

I drag my eyes back up her body, lingering a little over the thin fabric covering her pussy, and when the unmistakable sign of her arousal becomes clear, they snap to hers. “Are you wet?”

A flush races up her neck and chest but Stevie doesn’t respond.

I grin. “Are you wet for me right now, little dove?”

She just nods as she blushes.

Fucking beautiful.

“Watching me fight that piece of shit, kill that motherfucker, turned you on, Stevie?” I ask as I step over his body and move toward her. “You liked the way I worked so much it made your pussy all achy and dripping for me?”

Another nod as she backs toward the wall.

“Tell me how wet you are, Stevie. Tell me how empty you feel, how needy your cunt is. Tell me how bad your pussy aches, how the only thing that will make it better is me.” I cover her body with mine as she bumps into the wall with a soft gasp I’d love to swallow up. Pressing my hips to hers, I brace myself with one hand then lift the other to her cheek. “Tell me how bad you want me to fuck your sweet little pussy right now, dead body, blood and all.”

“So bad,” Stevie gasps again as I roll my hips against hers. “Please.”

I trail a finger down her scarred cheek, dragging the drops of blood across the beautifully marbled flesh to her lips. I smudge it over the lower one before moving further to her chin, then her throat, lower still to that teardrop-shaped breast where I circle her puckered nipple slowly.

“Tell me, little dove.”

Stevie inhales sharply as the pad of my thumb barely grazes the pert tip. “Please. Please, fuck me.”

With a grin, I dip my chin and bring my lips closer to hers as I pinch her nipple. “You want me to fuck you, baby? Want me to make the ache go away by fucking your tight little pussy while we’re covered in blood?”

She nods and stares into my eyes, tilting her head just enough for our lips to touch.

“Say the words, Stevie. You want me to make the ache go away and fill you so fucking full I’ll be imbedded in your soul; want me to fuck you hard and deep until every inch of you is mine, you say the goddamn words.”

“Please.” Her hands move to my sides before they slide to the front of my jeans. “Please. Fuck me. Make the ache go away. Take away my pain and make me yours.”

God help me, I fucking will.

I crush my mouth to Stevie’s the second her last word is out, my hands immediately dropping to her hips where I dig my fingers into the softest flesh. And when my girl moans into my mouth, her kiss just as brutal as mine, I snap.

I hoist Stevie up against the wall while I own her fucking mouth, pressing her back flat against the drywall. We nip and lick, bite and suck. Our kisses turn fierce, possessive,branding, and within minutes I feel my girl unbuckling my belt and making quick work of my fly.

“Shit,” she hisses as one hand wraps around my shaft, the other shoving my jeans down down over my ass. “Holy shit you’re—oh!” Stevie gasps when I bite her jaw.