Page 83 of Beneath Her Skin

He’s going to feel everything—every ounce of my wrath—until his last, shuddering breath.

I seize his cheeks, fingers digging into his skin, forcing his bloodstained lips into a grotesque pout. His teeth are slick with scarlet, yet he still smiles—laughs—at me.

“You don’twin,” I grit out, voice venomous. “Do you know where you and your little bitch are headed?”

Brad coughs, blood bubbling at his lips, but his smirk remains. “Nowhere you won’t be following when you die, too.”

I chuckle darkly, tightening my grip until his jaw creaks. “I made a deal with Death, Brad,” I whisper, leaning in so close he can taste my breath. “Iwillsee you in Hell—but when I do, I’ll be the one carving eternity into your flesh. This isn’t over.”

His breath hitches. The smirk vanishes.Thereit is—the fear I’ve been waiting for.

A nudge to my shoulder rips me from my insanity, as I stare up at Willow. She offers me a serrated blade, biting her lip.

“Are you having fun, baby?” My fingers trail up her thigh, slow and deliberate, watching as goosebumps pebble her delicate skin. Desire coils low in my belly at the way she shudders beneath my touch.

She nods, exhaling a shaky breath.

I pat Brad’s stomach, a cruel invitation. “Come here and help me finish him.”

Willow doesn’t hesitate. She settles in front of me, her back pressed against my chest. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her so close our bodies fuse, my chin resting on her shoulder. “Finish him,” I purr, lips brushing the shell of her ear, “while I finish you.”

Her breath hitches, body taut with anticipation.

“Place the tip of the blade against his chest,” I whisper, my free hand tracing higher up her bare thigh—slow, taunting.

She obeys, trembling, the blade poised right over Brad’s slow-beating heart.

“Hold it there,” I murmur, my fingers teasing the edge of something forbidden. “Let him watch what he’ll never have.”

My hand reaches under her skirt, tracing my fingers slowly over the fabric of her soaked panties. She inhales a sharp breath at the contact, wiggling her hips for an ounce of friction.

“You’re already so wet, Willow. Do you want your foster sister to play with your little pussy?” I groan, my voice low and husky.

She whimpers in response, throwing her head back on my shoulder. I glide my tongue over her neck, then softly nibble and suck until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Look at him, Will.” She tentatively stares down at Brad, as I pull her damp panties to the side. “Sink the blade into him,” I command just as I slide two fingers between her slick folds.

The moan that escapes both of us as I finally feel just how wet she really is. I start rubbing slow, tortuous circles over her swollen clit. She’s panting and grinding her ass against me as she chases her release.

“Dig the blade deeper, baby,” I moan. Crimson pours from the center of Brad’s chest as the knife fractures his sternum.

I sink two fingers into her tight entrance, her walls already spasming and tightening around me. “You’re so tight,” I groan, slowly pumping my fingers to let her adjust to the stretch.

“Do my fingers feel good inside you?”

Willow’s answer is her riding my fingers, begging for me to go deeper and faster.

Brad’s been long dead at this point. She release’s the blade, still plunged into his vile heart, and reaches one hand back to fist my hair.

“Will you make your pretty sounds again when you come all over my fingers?” I purr, fastening my pace as I thrust into her, adding my thumb to circle around her bundle of nerves.

Willow nods, panting, writhing, and moaning uncontrollably until she finally crashes into her release. The sounds are so beautiful, like a perfect symphony to my ears. A masterpiece.

Her muscles clamp around my fingers, a strangled moan passes her lips before she goes limp against me gasping for air.

I remove my hand and gaze at my glistening fingers, slick with her arousal under the pale moonlight. Bringing them to my lips, I taste her for the first time and it’s the sweetest thing to ever compliment my taste buds. “You taste so fucking good, Willow.”

I clamp my hand around her throat, but not hard enough to constrict her oxygen. “I’m in love with you, my little strawberry sunshine. Did you know that?”

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