Page 73 of Chaos Kills

“I don’t want you near anyone I love anymore,” I tell her again.

She’s going to do what she wants to do. What she’s always fucking done. Her little revenge plan against my family will never end until we’re all dead or locked up, penniless, or on the streets—at her mercy.

“What’s your diabolical plan, baby? You gonna wreck my entire family, my boys. Are you going to leave us all heartbroken and battered? Fucking begging for you to love us?”

I increase the speed on her clit and press a kiss to the corner of her lips, still feeling the freezing temperature of her flesh.

“Come on my cock so I can warm you up.”

She turns her head away from me, prompting me to keep the power I have. What I know I obtain, but I can never ever break her down to the point where she’ll stop. Bay is too strong, and I’m obnoxiously too fucking in love with her to kill her, obviously, so how do I fix that?

Tear a page out of Reeve’s book and fuck everything with a wet center and soft lips?

Turning her face to meet mine again, I stare back into eyes so blue they almost look fake. They’re so beautifully made that I used to want to do anything to keep them on me.

And even with me on top of her, fucking her like I’ve been wanting and dreaming to for days, I feel my brain wanting to shut down out of self-preservation. It might not last long, I might not be able to carry through with her death, but it helps in the moment.

“I want an answer,” I order sharply. “You don’t fuck with my boys. You stay away from them.”

“I…I can’t,” she replies through a shaky voice, her body still shivering under mine.

“You can,” I say through my teeth, clenching them together to keep them from clattering together. “You have to…or one of us is going to kill you for real, baby.

“I…I ha-a-te you.”

Something inside me snaps with those three stuttered words.

It only causes me to demand more from her.

To fuck her into whatever I’m feeling, whatever I want.

I don’t understand it. I’m spiraling, and I don’t know how to stop it. I’ve never felt so out of control in my entire life, and I can’t act right. I can’t say anything right. I want her safe, but I want her so far gone out of this world that she could never touch us again.

My balls tighten harder after another few thrusts, and I pull out of her, spilling my cum all over the deck of the boat, my breathing hard and strained.

Bay lies still on the boat floor, and regret immediately fills my chest.

She almost died, and I just fucked her.

She’s ice cold, and I took my anger out on her body.

Getting to my feet, I pick her up and carry her to the small wheelhouse where the first aid kit and blankets are. I wrap us both into one, our naked bodies pressed into each other as I start the boat, rocking us back and forth while I get my bearings.

She lies still and silent.

I drive us back without another word or threat spilling from my mouth. Brushing away her hair and holding the top of her head to mine, we’re smothered in everything that just happened.

And it’s another nail in the coffin of what we could’ve been.

EIGHTEEN

bay

“CanI get you some coffee, Bay? You’re all bundled up there, you appear cold.”

I flick my gaze to Emilio, who’s sitting at the head of the table for the Friday night dinner I promised I’d attend moving forward with our arrangement.

He looks at me expectedly, pending my answer when everything in me screams to get the hell out of here. I’ve been freezing for hours because it was just hours ago that I was floating like a deflated bobber that couldn’t stay afloat if its life depended on it.

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