I snorted. “Only every day since I met you.”
“Kinky.”
“But that’s not how I’d do it.”
He shifted, and I raised my chin to look at him. His smirk was tired, but the shit is ever-present. “I’m dyin’ with intrigue.”
“I think I’d keep you…” His expression fell, arm tightening around me. “I’d share my coffin. And for what it’s worth…I’m glad you were a psycho stalker, persistent, annoying asshat.” His throat bobbed when he swallowed and he leaned his head down, grabbing my face with his other hand and kissing me so deep it stole my breath.
“I hope you still feel that way when I get you back for stickin’ your finger in my arse, Little Viper.”
“You liked it. Admit it.”
He eased back and put his arm behind his head, grinning. “A first for me, that’s for sure. But you weren’t kidding. I think I shot a hole through your throat.”
“And through my belly.”
We laughed softly, quieting back down, and I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. “I’ve heard the male g-spot is up there, somewhere…I just thought it was rubbish. Do Iwannaknow how you—”
“No.”
He barked a laugh, and my head bobbed on his chest. I smiled.
When it got quiet again, I felt myself drifting off…until his voice brought me back to the present. “I’d keep you too, Sev. Whatever that’s worth. I never thought I’d have this again, but…I didn’t know you were out there…waiting.”
“Did they kill her, Malek?”
His body tensed, and I slid my palm across his hard stomach, holding him tighter against me. It took a long minute before he answered—and I wasn’t ready for it.
“No…I did.”
When the sun beat down through the white lace curtains, I peeled my eyes open and turned over to see Malek sleeping like an angelic newborn with one arm thrown over his face. I couldn’t stop my smile…or my eye roll. He woke me in the middle of the night with his chest pressed to my back, my leg raised and his cock sliding into me while his arm was wedged around my throat and his hand covering my mouth. It had taken me a while to even get to sleep after what he’d said…and I’m choosing to believe it’s a metaphor. I feel safe. I just hope I’m not being fucking naive and that someday this blissful bubble will burst, and I’ll top the pile of bodies on his kill list. It certainly didn’t feel that way, though. Not with how slow and tortuous he fucked me, just to pull out and cum on my ass…leaving an easy in that he promptly used.
I’venever…slept with a man that can keep going like this right after he blows a load. And no amount of holding my mouth stopped the loud, dragged-out wails that he pulled outta me when he rolled me forward and paid me back…fully. My facewas pressed into the pillow, which I bit, while he got to his knees behind me and made me cry out to God. Three fingers spearing me in the cunt while my ass took a relentless cock. My vision was fuzzy with how hard we both came. Pretty sure we slept like the dead afterwards. He did hold me, though. And that’s not something I do. It felt right.
I looked around the floor, finding my black shorts, and Malek’s white t-shirt. I quietly put them on and pulled the blanket up Malek’s stomach, brushing his hair back and smiling to myself when he stirred. He’s tapped out. I’ll let him sleep it off.
My steps were light, but still woke Bridget, who was stretched across the couch with a leg out of her blanket. She turned her face towards me as I cleared the last step.
“You know…when I think about a vacation? Idon’tthink about listening to my brother get his rocks off…the entire night.” I averted my eyes, biting back my grin as I padded to the kitchen. “What in the hell did you do to him? You know what? Nevermind. I already feel slightly nauseous.”
“Lemme make it up to you. Coffee? Breakfast?” I started prepping the coffee maker, and when she didn’t answer, I’ll be honest…I kinda felt bad. “I’ll take that as a yes.” The perk about Mom and Dad being here recently, meant that there would still be a few things in the fridge that haven't expired yet. I pulled a container of bacon out and the last six eggs. I don’t even know if they eat this stuff. That’s one of the questions I should have asked Malek last night before things got more serious…and naked…
I pulled a frying pan down from the cabinet, slid it onto the stove, and then got a bowl to scramble the eggs. There’s no milk, but I can stretch a half-dozen butt nuggets between the three of us. I don’t have any doubt about things going back to whatever normal you would call our relationship after what wedid last night, but…I still wanna make known the gesture that I like the idea of taking it further. Even if I’m not ready to voice it yet. Breakfast after sex is a metaphorical neon sign. It’ll say what I can’t right now.
I cracked an egg, emptying it into the bowl, and had another in my hand.
“Hey Bridge, how do you like your eggs?” No answer. “Bridget?” She’s gone back to sleep. I raised the egg to the rim of the bowl and two strong arms wrapped around me, trapping my shoulders and forcing me back against a broad chest. The egg splattered on the floor and a damp cloth covered my mouth and nose. I tried to scream, but—
“Nighty-night, Cleaning Lady…”
I struggled, getting dragged backward, and felt heavy. The kitchen started to blur, and when I was jerked around, I thought I saw Bridget getting carried out of the front door. I clawed at the forearms of whoever had me, but I couldn’t breathe…couldn’t think.
…and then the world went dark…
CHAPTER 22
The Executioner
