Page 19 of Soulless Deeds

Echo wore low-rise leather pants, limited edition sneakers and a black fur jacket with nothing underneath. His attire was a complete contradiction, yet blatant charisma permeated from his very pores. I couldn’t help but find him sexy—and I wasn’t the only one.

Naturally, I wasn’t a jealous person, never caring about someone enough to warrant that type of emotion. However, seeing him with those two desperate women drooling over his exposed chest flipped something in my psyche. Ihadto steal his attention.

I blindly turned corners and climbed winding stairs until I found myself in the rafters elevated above the stage. A narrow, wooden catwalk stretched out before me, lighting and speakers attached to adjoining metal supports. It was so high up that I was completely hidden from view, though I could still make out the audience and performers…far, far below.

My head snapped from left to right, looking for any escape. He was coming, and there was no alternate route except ahead.

Shaking off the light-headedness, I grasped the rail with both hands and sidestepped along the runway. I was no quitter.

I’d made it halfway across before I flinched when an arm circled my waist, halting me in my tracks. I let out a loud squeal in protest as I felt his Variantsubduethe outburst, which came out sounding more like a whisper.

Echo shoved forward until my hips met metal, his hardened front aligning against my back. His hold was firm and unrelenting, fingers tightening into the fabric of my dress, digging into my skin.

My body was frozen, fear overtaking everything else as my gaze tracked the dropall the way downto the hard, wooden floor beneath.

If I fall, will he catch me?

ECHO

I was locked onto her frame, my hands liking the sensation of her lush body a bittoomuch.

She trembled, shallow, panted breaths passing her lips in soft puffs. “Let me go.”

“Who said I’d let you go?”

“I saved your life. That’s fair.”

I chuckled. “You’re in the wrong game if you ever thought I’d play fair, sweetheart.”

The walkway shook beneath our feet as a boom vibrated from the speakers. She flinched so hard that if I wasn’t there as an anchor, she’d have careened over the edge.Oh, this will be fun.

My palm traced up her spine to wrap around her ponytail, hair fisted in my grasp like a vice. “Oh, is my little killer afraid of heights?” I pushed her head further over the rail, the motion causing her ass to grind back against my dick. “Look down and tell me what you’re afraid of,” I said, voice hoarse.

I’d chased her through the whole damn theatre, that swaying ass mocking me, forever out of reach. Every facet of my being was enraptured. She was mine, to do with as I please.

She wanted to play? Then lets fucking play.

My spare hand trailed over her form, searching for any hidden weapons, threats she could use against me. I was well-versed enough not to underestimate her again.

My fingers slipped beneath her dress, tracing up her smooth, shapely calf—which she rewarded with a hitched gasp. She didn’t shut me out, instead shifting her legs wider, granting me access.

I clenched my teeth as pain radiated across my jawline, trying to remain unaffected, clinical in my search.

Then my fingertips swiped the inside of her knee, and her body instinctively shuttered at my touch, dissolving any remnants of my non-existent decorum. I was a goner. The risky liaison fed my raging desire, crossing the precipice to one of pure pleasure and unadulterated lust.

Triggering my Variant, I let my words whisp over her, skimming her flesh with a subtle caress.

“Is it the fall? The weightless, uncontrollable descent?”I asked. Her legs trembled as my knuckles lifted higher, exploring the knife sheath strapped to the inside of her thigh.“Or is it the impact that makes you scared? The splattering of your brains as your skull cracks open all over the hard ground?”I nipped behind her ear, right on top of that incriminating beauty spot.“Just the thought makes me want to come.”

My fingers raised higher, and I could have fucking died in that moment. Slick and ripe for the taking, juices saturated her inner thighs with nil encumbrance. She wore no panties, the heat of her centre searing my flesh, threatening to melt away bone if I didn’t take more.

“Hmm. You thrive on fear, don’t you, sweetheart? Fear makes this pussy sopping fucking wet. Tell me, are you still quivering from fright? Or is it because you want me to replace it—with my fingers, my tongue, my big, fat cock?”

Her ass began to push back on the hand that hovered at her entrance, demanding more from my hypnotised state. “Fill me up!” she demanded, ripping me back to the present.

“A command I’m willing to concede.”I let my altered words sink into her flesh, let my voice lull her into a false sense of security—then, I impaled her with two fingers from behind.

She accepted them beautifully, her tight walls clamping down on the intrusion with throbbing consistency. My headdropped to her shoulder, basking in the potency of her glazed aroma, getting high off the fumes.

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