Page 209 of Chaos Kills

I get this moment.

It’s mine, I own it. It’s the last of our love story.

My beautiful fucking disaster who seduced unknowingly and destroyed me.

“I want me dripping out of you, McQueen, when I’m done. Don’t wash me off.”

“Are you going to come deep inside me, Reeve? I think you should stay and?—”

“Can’t stay,” I retort. “My high is gonna come tumbling down, baby. However…” I hit a spot that makes us both groandeep in our chests. “I don’t want to be the tool that passes the fuck out.”

“Maybe I’ll fuck you while you sleep.”

“Ow, a sleep fuck while you use me…I can’t say I’d hate that. I’d want to hear everything you fuckin’ do to me.”

“I’d keep that dick so deep inside me, all the time.” She brushes her lips against my cheek and adds, “I’d use every single inch to get off.”

“Fuck…yes, baby.” The muscles in my lower stomach acquaint me with the orgasm that’s about to take hold and take away my next breath of air. “Are you going to come all over it?”

“You’re gonna be drenched with me, Reevie.”

Fuck me.

“I want to wear you all the fucking time, McQueen. I want to smell like you. I want that cunt in my face and—” She begins to scream, and I cover her mouth to keep it from waking up the whole house as I follow her right down the path I was guiding us down.

My release is violent as I keep pumping inside her, milking everything she’s giving me, stamping this memory into my brain.

When she’s done, I loosen my grip on her mouth and roll off her, needing to get out of here. I don’t want to hit it and quit it, but this is for me.

This is so I don’t get trapped again.

I put myself back in my pants and quickly decide against kissing her again. The strong desire to get back home stabs at me repeatedly.

It has to be done.

I need it to be finished.

Getting to the window, I climb through and land surprisingly on my feet when a black figure looms amongst the bushes, startling me for a second.

Then it doesn’t.

With the sole remorse of how I’m leaving this situation, he’s the perfect target all around for my going through this. And even though I have to get over it, accept what he did, and learn to function with the reality—I don’t tonight.

My weight demands to be present in my swing and the hard punch that lands into Ozzy’s jaw. He counters back a step from the blow, and I continue forward to my car.

I hate that motherfucker.

But tomorrow, I’ll have to remind myself he’s my brother, and he’s always been everything to me.

That I’m forced to get over it.

That I’m forced to allow himownershipof her.

FORTY-SEVEN

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Matteo’s obsessionwith the woods is an evident indicator that he likes to be secluded. That he could easily slip away and lure someone to do fuck-knows to them. It must provide some special haven for him to carry out his bullshit gang crap and feel safe in a world where not a lot of men like him and what he stands for. I’m aware of the things he does between the trees and brush. How he overlooks events and never stops to help.

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