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Reaching up, she drags her thumb over my bottom lip.

“Kiss me, Nico.”

She nearly makes me come right there on the spot. I never thought I’d hear her ask for me to kiss her, and it causes my head to spin. Gripping her chin, I lower my head and taste her lips again. First it’s soft and slow, but it becomes urgent as I hammer her pussy. Every little whimper that escapes from her causes me to fuck her harder, as I chase my release.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

BELLA

He comes with a grunt so sexy I wish I could record it, and hear it over and over again. Rolling over onto his back, he pulls me into his arms.

“What have you been up to for the last month and a half, living dead girl?”

I roll my eyes at him, because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t just know about some, he knows about them all.

“How long have you been watching me?”

Running his hand up the outside of my thigh, he admits, “Since the day I got out of the hospital. Three weeks. I watched you kill five men. I was ready to intervene if they got the upper-hand, but they never did. You moved gracefully, with the confidence of a skilled assassin, yet still appeared dainty. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.”

I slide my hand along the weird eyeball tattoo on his shoulder as he stares at me.

“Why didn’t you show yourself to me, Nico? I felt like I was dying.”

He kisses me on the forehead.

“Honestly, you needed more time. And I wanted to see how long it would go on for.”

Narrowing his gaze at me, he growls, “I will be deleting that app from your phone. You’re lucky I stayed away long enough to get over you showing yourself in lingerie on that site. I nearly lost my mind, until I saw that you were only killing them.”

I giggle softly.

“Only? Nico, there’s something wrong with us.”

With a groan, he tugs my bottom lip with his teeth.

“I need to get you home so I can fuck you again, but there’s the matter of your dead guy. If my brother finds another dead body here, I’m going to hear more bitching than I can possibly tolerate.”

We both get up, and I grab my panties and slide them on under my dress, while he tucks himself into his pants, and I smile when he shoves his t-shirt into his back pocket, instead of putting it back on. Nico with a bare chest is a feast for the eyes.

He catches me staring at him and asks, “What?”

My face heats as I admit, for the first time, that he’s attractive.

“I was thinking that I’m glad you didn’t cut my eyes out, because not seeing your gorgeous body would be a tragedy.”

He feigns shock.

“That’s all you want me for? My body? I feel so used.”

Chuckling, he walks over to me and takes my hand in his.

“Come on, we need shovels to bury this asshole. By the way, baby, you can use my body anytime you want to.”

“Shovels?” I ask as he takes me toward a gray building, and he chuckles.

“That’s right, living dead girl. Like myself, you’re going to have to dispose of your own bodies. If we went fishing, I’d expect you to not be a girl about it, and put the worm on the hook. If you kill someone on your own, you’ll finish the job, which is getting rid of the body. Lucky for you, I’ve done most of the work for you, so it’ll be easy.”

We walk into the building that looks like an expensive shed. He grabs two shovels from a hanging rack and hands me one.

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