Page 8 of Creep

“Depends,” I said, moving in even closer to her.

“On what?”

“On whether you’re a good girl.”

She pouted, killing me a little more on the inside. “I’m always a good girl.”

“Of course you are,” I agreed. “Why don’t you be my good girl, baby, and spread your legs for me?”

And like the good girl she was, she did as I asked. I took in the flimsy fabric of her panties, my mouth watering. Fuck me.

“Do you want to come?”

She whimpered, nodding her head. “Please.”

“I can help with that.”

“I’m sure you can.” She sighed, making my cock twitch. At this point, I was convinced she could look at me, and I’d come.

Fucking hell.

I was giving the little kitten too much power over me. I should hate her for that. The last time someone had this much power over me, I had been nothing more than a kid with no real footing in the world.

But I didn't hate her. I fucking hated that I wanted her, fucking hated that I wanted to touch her. I hated it when other people looked at her. Hated it when other bastards touched her. But I didn’t hate her.

I didn’t know exactly what it was that I felt for her, if it wasn’t hate.

Hate was all I’d ever known. But this?

Was it obsession or desperation? Or a combination of the two? Or something else entirely different?

Tiny hands reached up and pressed against my chest, where my dead heart lay. For the first time in decades, I felt a fluttering there that resembled something like fucking arrhythmia. A strange sensation, considering my heart had always beat steadily, no matter what situation I found myself in. And with my occupation, I spent a lot of my time in shitty situations that others would considerheart-stopping.

“Aren’t you going to help me?” she asked, pouting slightly.

I shook away the distraction and focused back on her. Moving my hands down, I hooked my fingers in the band of her panties.

“Lift your hips for me, sweetheart. I want to see you. I want to seeallof you.”

“Yes,” she hissed out, and like the good girl she was, she did as I asked, lifting her hips up and allowing me to pull the skimpy panties over those mile-long legs.

Lia was only five foot four—average height for a woman—but she was all fucking legs that I could spend hours worshiping.

I threw the panties on the floor and turned back to her.

“Jesus,” I gritted out. She had already started in on the fun without me.

She giggled, which quickly turned into a moan when she rubbed a little harder over her cunt. I licked my lips.

“What are you waiting for?” she said.

“Nothing,” I answered, my voice coming out in a growl. “You want to come, don’t you, my sweet girl?”

I climbed on the bed and settled myself between her legs, her delicious scent teasing my nostrils. I took in a deep whiff, completely addicted.

“I knew you would be like this,” I muttered, moving her hands out of the way and giving me a full view of her drenched lips. I licked my lips at the sight as she reached down and grabbed two fistfuls of my hair.

My girl likes it rough.

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