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I nod against his hold, but he just pulls my hair harder, my chain tighter. “Words, Death.”

“Yes, sir,” I say through gritted teeth, rolling my hips on his cock to adjust to the full length of him.

“That’s my good girl. Now, remember what I said. I love you.” That’s all the warning I get before he lets go of my chain and hair and clamps down on my hips, lifting my ass up like I weigh nothing, slamming me down on his cock.

My scream could shatter glass as he impales me on his massive cock, the ball piercing hitting a sweet spot deep inside me as my hands fly to his shoulders to hold on. He repeatedly lifts me up and slams me down like a yo-yo on his dick, but he doesn't let me sink all the way onto him.

It’s too much, too fast. My head spins as my world tilts upside down, drowning me in pleasure so painful I could cry. My hands move to grip onto his face, begging him—for what, I don’t know. To stop? More? “Ghost! I– please...”

“You can take it.” He growls, capturing my bottom lip with his teeth before pulling back, his eyes finding my pleading ones. “Keep your eyes on me, Death. Watch me make you come allover my cock as I fill your sweet cunt with every drop of my come.”

His filthy mouth drives me higher, closer to my undoing. His hands slide back, gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them wider, and I sink down a fraction more on his cock.

“You’re perfect little pussy is so fucking tight—strangling my cock,” he grits through clenched teeth, his jaw tensing as he throws his head back, exposing his neck to me.

My orgasm crashes into me as I scream into his neck, sinking my teeth into his skin and marking him as mine. That’s what he is.All fucking mine.

“That’s it, baby girl. Soak me, just like that,” he praises, lifting me off his cock as wave after wave of pleasure gushes from my body and soaks us both. My pussy convulses around nothing, but before I can beg him to fill me up, he lines himself back up and slams into me again. “Hold on to me.”

My head slumps into the crook of his neck as he holds me tight to his chest, thrusting into me at a punishing pace, chasing his own orgasm. My moans and screams echo in the concrete room, mixing with his growled curses as he finds his release, pumping every drop of his come into me—right where it belongs.

“This pussy is mine, Death. And when we get settled and the world isn’t so fucked up, I’m going to rip that birth control out and breed you until you swell with my child. Then I’ll do it again and again.”

I don’t have the energy to unpack that shit right now as I try to rearrange my mental state and make sure my organs aren’t going to fall out of my ass when he pulls out of me. All I can do is nod against his sweaty skin, my body collapsing against his firm chest as we try to catch our breaths.

My whole body is shaking, the aftermath of such an emotionally and physically intense experience. I’ve never feltlike this before. Completely wrecked—destroyed in the best way possible.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers into my hair as he wraps his massive arms around me, holding me to him like I'm the most precious thing he’s ever held. Tears burn behind my closed eyes at the emotions rushing through me—my orgasmic release bringing on more than just bliss. Old wounds are healing. Mending. Betrayal wiped away. It’s just him and me now, as I always imagined it.

“I’ve got you, too,” I whisper back, placing a gentle kiss beneath his ear. He holds me tighter; our panting breaths are the only sound in the room.

That’s when I hear it. The perfect little bubble we’re in shatters as faint growls filter to us. “Ghost–”

“I hear it,” he says, picking me up and placing me on my feet. He climbs onto the couch, looking down from the window. “We gotta move… Now!”

CHAPTER 40

Ghost

“Just leave it,” I tell Rue when she starts throwing the food boxes and water back into the bags on the desk. “Come here.”

When she runs over to me, I flip my knife open, cutting her ripped open leggings from her body and tossing them aside. I grab a pair of my drawstring sweats that will swallow her, but at least get her to the truck quickly without having to waste time taking off her boots. “Slide these on and tie them up.”

She takes the sweats and shoves her legs into them while I zip up the duffle bag and throw it over my shoulder. I grab her duffle too and take her hand. “Straight to the truck; stay right behind me.”

I don’t wait for her response as I throw the door open and drag us down the stairs. The bloody bat lies discarded on the concrete floor next to the mutilated corpse my girl must have taken care of after she ‘accidentally’ hit me. I snatch it up as we step over him and hand it to her. Fear swirls in her eyes, but she takes it anyway. “What about you?”

My eyes scan the warehouse floor, relief flooding me when I spot the crowbar I dropped last night. “There,” I nod to thegut-covered hunk of metal, steering us over and picking it up. “There’s a lot out there. Your screams must have drawn them in. We beeline for the truck and get the fuck out of here. Got it?”

“Yep,” she says, steeling herself with a deep breath. She’s scared, and to be honest, so am I—not of what’s out there waiting for us, but of losing her. I try to keep that fear off of my face and ease hers.

“Try not to knock me out again, will ya?”

“That was one time! Don’t be such a big baby,” she says, slapping my arm. The fear in her eyes leaves for a moment as she smiles up at me, and I just stare at her. I can’t lose her—or leave her again.

She reaches up, cupping my face as she searches my face. “Hey. We’ll be fine—I'll be fine. We do this together.”

“Together,” I declare, capturing her lips in mine, tasting and savoring. This can’t be the last time I ever taste her on my tongue. We haven’t had our time yet. I’ve spent so much time worrying about punishing her for what I thought she did that I missed out on four years with her. I won’t miss another second. Pulling back, I kiss her forehead one last time and grab her hand.

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