I shift a little so his dick is hitting me just right before bringing my knife back down and slicing into him once more. Just once. A horizontal line connecting at the beginning from the bottom of the previous one, marking my first initial into his skin, leaving my brand on him.
“Fuck,” he growls and thrusts up into me at the same time his thumb finds my clit and rubs small circles over it. The pressure inside me builds until I’m hovering on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall.
I moan and he groans, both of us so close I can almost taste his release along with mine.
“Feels so good,” he grunts as his thrusts become more erratic.
“Of course it does. Did you expect anything less?” I chokeout, and he laughs before it’s cut off as he throws his head back again.
“Shit, little menace,” he hisses as I scrape my nails down his chest. “I’m gonna come,” he moans.
“So do it, pretty boy. Come for me,” I order, and he obeys. He’s so loud that I have to cover his mouth with my hand as we both come undone almost simultaneously.
My body vibrates with pleasure as I whimper and grind against him, prolonging my orgasm before it slowly ebbs away and I slump down on top of him, burying my head in the crook of his shoulder.
Once my breathing and heart rate return to normal, reality comes crashing in and I climb off of him, straightening my dress and panties while he huffs and climbs to his feet. He’s yet to right his clothing, and I know I can’t stick around any longer.
Now that we’ve fucked, I want nothing more to do with him.
I used him for a release, just like he did me, and now hopefully this will be the end of this back and forth we’ve had. I reach down and pick up both of my knives, wiping them off before placing them back in my boots.
“You should get out of here before cleanup comes,” I murmur as I pull my phone from my pocket and start typing out a message to Dare. “See you around, pretty boy.”
TWENTY-TWO
COLE
Lana’s hips sway as she waltzes past a body on the floor and out of view. I slump back against the brick wall, my soft dick still hanging out, the condom discarded in my pocket.
I’m not exactly sure what just happened exactly, but it feels big.
That this will either be the beginning, or the end.
I tuck myself away, doing my best to clean up the evidence from my clothes before getting the hell away from the scene of the crime. Lana was right, I did want to get out of there before ‘cleanup arrives’ since I have no idea what that means, and it doesn’t sound like anything good.
I bypass the club and head straight back to the cottage, no longer dressed appropriately or in the mood for socializing.
Who am I kidding? I’m never in the mood for socializing.
Our place is dark once I approach it, and I enter quietly since I’m not sure if the guys are still out or if they’re home yet, but I’m not in the mood for their questions about where I’ve been if they are home.
I walk past the kitchen on silent feet, only inches away from my room when a throat clears behind me.
Fuck.
Sighing, I turn slowly to see Logan standing next to the kitchen counter, staring at me with a raised brow. His eyes flick down to my torn shirt before they rise back up to my face and his lips quirk.
Well, thank fuck it’s him and not one of the others. He’s a lot more subtle than they are.
I clear my throat. “Hey.”
Logan’s lips tip up in a smirk. “Hey.”
“What’s up?” I ask.
“Nothing much,” he drawls. “Not even gonna bother asking where you’ve been. I’m the only one here, so you’re in the clear.”
A breath of relief rushes from me. In other words, he won’t tell the others about me sneaking in like I’ve got something to hide.
