Page 49 of Graves

Butterflies tear through my body, soaring from my chest to my lower belly. My heart begins beating harder than it was when I was running for my life down this hill. A warm buzzing feeling begins from where our lips are joined all the way to mytoes, and when his tongue peeks out to tangle with mine, it’s officially confirmed. I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

Surprisingly, Zayden doesn’t try to do anything more than kiss me. He is practically consuming me like I’m the meaning of life, his life at least. I need more, though. Pushing Zayden to the side, he rolls easily onto his back, and I climb on top of him, sinking down onto his already hard cock with only a little pain. I breathe through it before rising up and sinking down again.

“Fuck, angel. Ride my cock. Take what you want.”

I continue my motions, chasing only my own pleasure as Zayden watches on in awe, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks as he guides my rhythm.

“Zayden!” I moan.

His cock hits each spot just right, forcing my body to shudder and shake as I do my best to keep myself upright.

“I’ve got you,” Zayden says before he wraps his arms around me, holding me in place before lifting me up as he gets to his feet.

He carries us for several feet before pressing my back against a cool surface. Before I have a moment to look around us, Zayden’s taking over, thrusting deeply inside me as his mouth is latched to my neck, sucking and licking me as he fucks me against this wall. The only thing I can do is toss my head back and enjoy the feel of him.

“Zayden! Fuck. I’m gonna—” I gasp as that familiar feeling is already setting in, causing my legs to quake as my breathing becomes choppy.

“Good. Come all over my cock, baby. I want to drown inyour cum.”

I feel his teeth sink into the hollow point of my neck, and in the next minute, I cum. My vision spots, and my body practically locks up as I shout my release. I scream and squirm in his arms as he holds me up, fucking me until he’s following right behind me, his cum filling me up for the second time. Thank fuck for birth control, though I’m still not one-hundred-percent confident that it’s fully effective yet.

Letting out a ragged breath, I rest my head against the wall before looking up. I stare at the starry sky for several seconds before an archway catches my eye. I look up to see that we were fucking against a stone pillar on one side of an entrance to what looks like a private cemetery. My eyes squint as I try to make out the words better. It takes me a few moments in the dark before my eyes clearly read the word “Graves” scrawled across the top.

“Is this…”

“My family’s plot?” Zayden fills in. “Yes. Say hi to my mom and dad.” He laughs, forcing a demented laugh to escape me.

“Oh my god. No. This is disgusting. We fucked in a cemetery, in your cemetery,” I say.

“Twice.” He nods.

I cover my face with my hands as I shake my head. I feel Zayden slowly lower me until my feet are on the ground. A shiver runs through me as the crisp air wraps around us.

“Are you still going to tell on me, angel?” he asks, forcing my chin up with two fingers.

I squint my eyes as I look up at him.

“You’re still gonna let me go?”

“Of course not,” he scoffs as he runs his hand through my hair. “But I want to know if you still want to see me rotting in a jail cell or on the wrong side of this ground.”

The way I can barely form a sentence proves I’m in no position to be making decisions or declarations, but for some idiotic reason, I no longer feel threatened by him. He’s too obsessed with me, whether that’s good or not. I truly don’t think he’d ever hurt me or let anyone else hurt me. He’s not a good man, he obviously feels no remorse for the man he killed today, and he’s made it clear that wasn’t his first kill, but a strange comfort settles with me that he’s not gonna stake me with a chair leg at any given moment.

“Why did you kill him?” I ask. “The guy…in the dining room.”

His fingers continue tangling through my hair, like he can’t help but touch me as he speaks.

“He works for a man that wants information on me, on Dominic, on you. He knew you were in the apartment. He knew too much.”

I’m quiet for a moment, secretly loving the feeling of my hair being played with as I speak again.

“So, this man, he’s the one Dominic was talking about. The one who wants to hurt me?”

His eyes come to mine, a dangerous glint in them as he shakes his head.

“He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he would never pass up an opportunity to control me. I’d burn heaven itself to the ground to keep you as mine. He’ll know that and use it againstme, against all of us.

“Why? What does he want with you? What?—”

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