Page 39 of Brutal Bond

With her elbow propped on my chest, her fingers trace along my jaw, playing with the short hair of my beard as she softly disagrees, “I don’t believe that.”

“You should.” I brush my fingers through her hair and lay her head back on my chest.

She doesn’t have the faintest idea who I actually am.

How could she?

I haven’t let her.

“I’m not saying you’re a saint,” she leisurely runs her fingers along the ridges of my abs, “but there is some good in everyone. No matter how minuscule.”

“Maybe you’re right,” I surmise, vaguely liking the idea that she sees something in me that I don’t see myself.

“This. Right now,” she takes a deep breath as she nuzzles herself firmly against my body, “this is good, Eddie.”

Gripping her thigh and wrapping my arm around her, I pull her tightly to me as I silently place my lips against her forehead.

This will never be enough for her.

We both know it.

Even with the sun blaring through the window, she falls asleep on me. This is generally when I slip out the door. But not this morning. I can’t bring myself to pull my hands away from her body.

I watch her sleep as her soft, feathery breaths blow across my chest. Her warmth and the sun basking over my body eventually cause me to drift off as well.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

HARPER

A couple of weeks later…

Sliding my hand along him, I teasingly circle my tongue around his tip. My sole purpose nothing more than to overstimulate him and force him to come sooner than he wants. I firmly drag the tip of my tongue along the underside of his shaft when I quickly take him into my mouth, causing him to groan as his cock twitches.

He's already so fucking close.

Hollowing my cheeks, I suck harder as I vigorously slide my lips from base to tip.

“Fuck that feels good,” he groans as he grows harder in my mouth. Knowing he’s on the verge of coming, I pull my mouth from him. I vigorously pump my fist around him for a few seconds, causing him to spill himself on my bare tits.

Better than my fucking mouth.

So much better than my fucking pussy.

Grabbing my shirt, I quickly wipe every trace of him from me as though his putrid spunk is going to burn my skin.

“You suck cock like your life fucking depends on it.” The detective stares down at me as he shoves his spent dick back into his pants.

Sure…

More like I just need it to be over.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.” He looks at my tits and the balled-up cum-stained shirt in my hand. Terrified that he knows, my whole body tenses as the hair on the back of my neck stands on end.

Knowing the detective wants information, Eddie has been providing me with things to tell him; what his plans are for the next few days and where he’ll be. But the things that really interest him are the ones about our sex life. That Eddie likes to leave marks on me during sex—with his hands, mouth, and toys. How brutally rough he likes to fuck me.

Beyond the shock factor or the possible gratification he gets from listening, I can’t fathom why he would be interested in what I’ve been sharing with him.

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