Page 120 of Inside the Wicked

“No, you didn’t?—”

“You don’t get to take that off my conscience,” he grinds out.

“It’s never on your conscience,” I say firmly. “It’s no more on your conscience than if the bullet had been in your chamber and fired by your finger. That kid didn’t stand a chance the moment Alistair got ahold of him, and you know it.”

“Then I should have fucking stopped him sooner,” Rhett snaps, pushing himself up.

“You’re just one person,” I say sadly. “A victim, just like any of them.”

“Don’t call me that,” he says, almost a plea.

“It’s true, and you need to accept it. You’re his victim. Not his monster. Not his assassin. Hisvictim.”

“Stop.”

“No. Because you’ve never fought back foryou,” I say. My nose stings with how much I hurt for him. “You’ve been wanting to avenge Sarah, stop his crime on others, but you didn’t deserve what he did to you. For six years before you got out. For what he made you become to stop him when he ripped apart your life again. Nothing is your fault, and if you won’t fight for you, then I will. I’m not going to let you fester in guilt you don’t deserve.”

Rhett doesn’t answer. I swallow past my tight throat, fearing I won’t be enough. That he might push me away and not let me save him from drowning.

But he moves suddenly, and my back’s pressed against the metal trailer behind when he claims my mouth with a wild, unleashed passion that I don’t even care about the face paint anymore. I moan when his tongue sweeps into my mouth, and our kiss turns deep and lustful.

“I guess I owe you for the win,” I say breathlessly.

“I don’t care about that,” he growls, spinning me. I gasp, pressing my palms to the cool metal. “I’m going to fuck you fast and hard right here. You’re going to owe me by coming on my cock.”

He undoes my shorts, pulling them down just enough to slide his cock between my thighs without entering me. I mewl to each pass of his tip hitting my sensitive clit, thinking if he keeps going I could come just like this.

“Don’t stop,” I rasp, pushing my hips out more.

It’s so deplorable for where we are. The different clashing carnival music and constant murmur of voices makes me hyper aware how public we are.

“Such a bad girl,” he says, low and gravely across my ear as his hand slips around my neck and he pulls me upright, back curving to keep his cock teasing along my pussy. “Look at all those passing people. Any one of them could decide to come down here, but that turns you on, doesn’t it?”

It would be strange for someone to come down this way, but I can see the movement of bodies down the dark space between the ride trailers he’s close to fucking me against.

Rhett pulls back and his cock pushes inside me. I gasp at the sudden fullness.

“Doesn’t it, little bird?” he prompts again.

“Yes,” I choke out.

“You’re so ready for me.”

Rhett starts pounding into me and I bite his fingers that slip up my throat. He groans, dragging his teeth over my neck in return and I’m becoming delirious with the wild high of this.

“You’re going to feel me dripping out of you for the rest of the night here,” he growls.

I need it so badly I start pushing back, meeting his punishing pace. Rhett adjusts his position, gripping my hips ready to spill inside me.

“You first, baby” he says, barely holding onto his release.

“I need more,” I pant, lost in pleasure but not quite ready to finish.

“So greedy.” Rhett pulls out with a grunt and spins me.

I’m quite lightheaded that when he leans down and pulls off my shorts, I don’t register what he plans to do next. He grips around my thighs and stands with me, I’m completely thrown off guard. I don’t get a second to protest or register the height with my thighs wrapped around his neck now when his mouth devours me. He sucks my clit hard, flicking his tongue too, and that’s what tips me over the edge. The music is loud but I clamp a hand over my mouth with the explosive orgasm that detonates inside me. Rhett is unrelenting and I can’t get away, can only trust he won’t drop me while my body trembles against the metal trailer and I tighten a painful grip in his hair. Pleasure rocks endlessly through me. I’m a shuddering, helpless mess when he slows his assault. Licking and kissing me more gently but each time jolts through me with bursts of pleasure edged with pain.

“Holy shit.” I gasp as he drops me down until my legs are around his waist.

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