Page 176 of Under the Bed

My heart soars at Kaleb’s praise.

I’m bathing in it. In his attention. His heat.

In his touch.

After he forced himself into me in my sleep. After he made me come while I was still blinking away my dreams.

It’s wrong to let him treat me the way he does. Fucking me in my sleep isn’t right.

He hasn’t waited for me to wake up before violating me, and now, after he’s fucked me, I want more of him.

I spread my legs wider for him. I bite my bottom lip, then I bite him.

My pussy begs for his cum, for his babies, and he lets me have it. Kaleb shoves it deeper inside of me, and holy wow. My skin has never tingled like this. I’m floating.

Contentment shines through his golden eyes. Desire, too.

“Hmm.” That sound of satisfaction slips past my lips. My smile curves my mouth up.

Depravity at its finest.

It’s all I have.

It’s all I want. To be here, in his apartment, well rested. Well fucked. While we’re living our best lives as if nothing happened last night. As if we didn’t kill four people.

The last part sucked. Murdering the security man. He was innocent. His only sin was showing up for work that day.

He was also a witness.

While there were no cameras inside the bathroom, he’d seen my face—not Kaleb’s, who’d been hidden behind the mask. He watched me walk in, then walk out.

We could’ve hacked the cameras somehow, sure. Sadly, we couldn’t erase his memory.

His death was unfortunate and inevitable. We were quick about it. One blow to the head and he was gone.

The sharp bite of Kaleb’s teeth digging into my leg jolts me out of my daydreaming.

I shriek. He places both hands on my thighs, brows furrowed. “You left me just now. Went somewhere inside your head. Without me.”

“I would never.” Even when deep in thought, Kaleb is always there. Forever.

His hair is soft beneath my fingertips. He’s silent during the long minute it takes him to believe me.

“Okay.” A soft kiss on where he bit me sends shivers through me. “I’m going to try something. See ifI can make you come again. I want to—have to—know what makes you feel good.”

“You literally just?—”

My breath catches in my throat when three of his fingers are shoved into my pussy. His teeth are on my clit, grazing it. Then biting.

“Oh God.” I’m done stroking his hair. I’m pulling on it with every bit of dark desire that he’s making me feel. My sanity, he sucks on my clit and steals it from me altogether. Toes curling, my heels dig into the bed. “Kaleb, fuck.”

Rain pours outside the apartment. Thunder cracks somewhere in the distance. The glass rattles as the wind howls louder. The heater doesn’t work.

I couldn’t care less.

The whole world is painted a dull shade of gray. Boring. Mundane. Replaceable.

Everything but him.

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