Page 295 of Chaos Kills

“Since when did you become this insane?”

“As of two minutes ago, when I shoved my cock inside you and heard that pulse of yours.” His forehead presses into mine as he rolls his hips, hitting a new angle and causing my body to ardently tense from the sensation. “I knew you could listen.Almost tempted to think you’ve been wondering about this as long as me.”

“I’ll keep you grounded on your ego, Sinatra.”

Cairo’s palm slides underneath my right ass cheek and spreads it. “Just wait until I have to share you.”

That hand disappears before his thumb finds my clit, strumming away at it as he continues his unsynced thrusts into my body. I can’t find a rhythm, which sends my nerves and the tingling sensation in my gut all over the place.

In bed, Cairo is uncalculated and raw. He takes and demands everything from my body for his own pleasure. The only ounce of selfishness I’ve seen from him.

“You’re so close, aren’t you?” I don’t need to bob my head because it’s doing it already with each hard drive. “C’mon…show me why the boys are so addicted to you creaming all over their dicks.”

I’m right in the ballpark of breaking apart around him. The relentlessness of his fucking me. The way he lays claim to never permitting me to forget that he’s done this. A guarantee he’s going to be my biggest pain in the ass and one hell of an aftermath in between.

My orgasm is triggered when Cairo actually slows down a bit, making sure I feel every slide of him filling me while his tongue gently brushes against mine, calming something yet again as I crumple into an adrenaline-filled climax.

My mini screams covered by Cairo’s mouth send him over the edge, spilling himself all over my cunt, and the prick rubs it in with his thumb when he’s done.

Which earns him a punch to the shoulder.

“We got some shit to talk about, Little Terror.”

I groan at his sudden buzzkill and speediness of going back to business.

God, he’s such a fucking weirdo.

“Do we have to?” I ask, my voice sated, tired, and completely satisfied. “You’re not going to ask if it was good for me?”

“I know it was good for you. But it’s important.” I blow out a heavy exhale, which gets Cairo to roll next to me, finally giving up his weight and pulling me into his chest. “Little T…I think you’re pregnant.”

SIXTY-EIGHT

cairo

I knewit wouldn’t go well.

In fact, I was expecting her to wail me in the face and give me hell for even mentioning the word.

Except when she stills and slowly cranes her head in my direction, I don’t enjoy the look of pure horror on those pretty features when I just fucked her to the best of my ability.

Yeah, I thought we’d have a little bit more time to connect further together—preferably with me between her legs—but I just crucified myself with those life-changing words.

“You haven’t been eating, and Ozzy said you’ve been mentioning that you’re nauseous. You passed out the other day?—”

“That’s because of what he found,” she snaps, shoving at my forearm wrapped around her stomach, but I don’t move it.

I don’t trust her not to fly off this bed and end this conversation.

“It’s not a conviction. I think you should take a test.”

“No.”

I ignore the harsh answer because I know this can’t be easy to think about, rubbing at her naked skin with my thumb andproviding a small bit of support. “When’s the last time you had your period?”

Silence fills the space around us while she thinks.

And thinks.

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