Page 71 of Chaos Kills

Still doesn’t matter.

She killed Judah.

But my heart has other ideas when I’m in the water before I can even form another thought.

The sharp coldness of the ocean feels like a million knives stabbing me over and over again. With my eyes open, the saltwater burns, and I fucked up.

I really fucked up. I go deeper, extending my arms as far as they’ll go to find her.

I just killed her.

I murdered Bay Astor.

I can’t breathe as my chest chokes up, and a bubble of air leaves my lips, causing it to go upward and away.

Bay.

What the fuck did I do?

The faint brush of what feels to be hair grazes my finger, and I snap into action. Diving deeper until I feel more than the hard shell of her ear.

Reaching her shirt, I yank, kicking my feet furiously to get topside with her behind me. Breeching the waves, I get to the boat and struggle to carry her weight with one arm and not go back under myself.

She’s not moving as I try to get a good hold on the ladder.

That’s what scares the shit out of me most.

With adrenaline pumping furiously through my body, I get us aboard the boat and her onto the deck as I rip my shirt off.

She’s ice cold.

Eyes shut and her skin almost blue.

“Bay!” I shout, giving the side of her face a small little slap. “Bay!”

She doesn’t make a sound, not even a flinch but I have to.

Ripping her leggings off along with her shoes, I work at her shirt before covering my body with hers to keep her warm.

“Bay, Bay…” I slap her cheek again and nothing. Holding her nose, I start CPR, breathing through her mouth before I start compressions while straddling her frame. “C’mon, Wildfire. Don’t bitch out on me now, baby.”

I do them again, shivering through the cool breeze that just whipped by.

“Bay!”

Performing more compressions, she finally makes the best noise aside from her moans, water spilling from her lips as she spits and gasps for needed oxygen.

My fingers immediately go to the waistband of her panties as I yank them down and end up ripping them off. Mine go next, removing my jeans and boxers as I position myself between her thighs and immediately grab her attention.

I got it.

And I got her when I thrust inside her frozen pussy, my cock fucking hard for her like it’s doped up all the damn time.

I just jumped in a cold as hell ocean, and I’m dying for her like she just did for me.

Bending over, I press my chest to hers, pumping into her tightness and propping myself on my elbows. “I still fucking hate you, Astor. I can’t seem to wipe you fucking clean, can I?”

She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. Those bewitching blue eyes watching me as I fuck her as fast as I can while I freeze my fucking ass off.

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