Page 162 of Creep

Lia went quiet.

I didn’t know what she was thinking, but fuck if I didn’t want to know.

I watched her as much as I could, holding her hand and keeping her close to my side as we got to the elevator that would take us to the apartment.

Lia watched me as I punched the code in but was still silent.

I opened the door, letting her walk past me and into the apartment before closing the door behind us.

Now that she was no longer in danger, I could feel all my emotions rushing in.

Fucking hell, but what was she thinking, leaving this apartment and going to her dad’s house? What was more fucking important than her safety?

I kept my back to her, trying to rein in my anger before I faced her. I wouldn’t hurt her. Fuck, I didn’t think I was capable of it, but I might say something to hurt her feelings, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. A part of me wanted to leave the apartment and go back to the crematorium to join Theo in the fun. That would certainly help with any pent-up anger I was feeling.

I felt her wrap her arms around me from behind. Then she was pressing her face into the middle of my back.

“Don’t get angry with me,” she said softly.

I was sure she could feel me shaking. “Do you not fucking know how important you are to me? Do you not fucking know how I just need for you to be safe?”

She pressed a kiss on my back. “I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. Fuck me, I was still shaking, and I didn’t know if it was because I was still so angry at her for leaving the safety of the apartment in the first place or?—

I took in a deep breath.

Or if it was because I was still affected by thoughts of something happening to her.

I turned around to face her, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her toward me for a searing kiss. She didn’t fight me.

Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. A low sound rose from my chest as I pushed her further into the room, and when she was going too slow, I grabbed her legs and hoisted her up, carrying her to the bedroom. She let out a breathy moan when I broke away from the kiss and trailed my lips down her neck. She jolted when I violently nipped at the skin there, feeling like I was on the edge of losing control.

“Mael,” she muttered, driving me out of my fucking mind. I threw her down on the bed. I wasn’t gentle with her.

I was past being gentle.

I roughly pulled at her clothes. She pushed her hands on my chest as if to slow me down. I didn’t want to slow down. I didn’t stop until I had her naked on the bed, her clothes a torn and tattered heap on the floor. I licked my lips as I took in every inch of her skin, possessiveness over this girl like I had never known building inside me until it was becoming too much.

Too fucking much.

I roughly yanked off my clothes, letting them join hers on the floor, and grabbed her legs, pulling her toward the edge of the bed. She let out a surprised squeak as I pushed her legs apart and took in her already-drenched pussy.

“Fuck me,” I growled. I drove inside her without warning. Her mouth opened in a soundless, breathless scream just as she clenched down on me.

Stardust burst around my vision from the sensation, and I didn’t wait. I fucked her, letting my own primal urges and desires lead the way.

Her back arched, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, encouraging me.

“Mael,” she grunted out when I hit just the right spot inside. Her eyes rolled, and she threw her head to the side, letting out a scream that I could feel deep inside my soul. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted it all until she didn’t know who she was without me anymore.

It would only be fair, considering that’s how it fucking was for me.

I didn’t know who Mael Beckett was anymore without Amelia Whitlock.

“Come for me,” I said, running my hand down her body, pressing my thumb over her swollen clit.

She jerked against me from the sensation and shouted out her release. I watched her face, wanting to remember every little detail of this moment, just before I twisted us around until I was lying on the bed, and she was on top of me, not breaking contact between us. She braced herself by pushing the flats of her palms on my chest and looked at me with half-hooded eyes.

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