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I stop myself from rolling my eyes, but it’s a struggle, let me tell you. Gritting my teeth into a semblance of a smile, I reply, “Chase Dempsey? So, tell me, Chase. Where do I get the info I need to start getting some work done around here?”
His blue eyes crinkle in the corners as he regards me. “Just going to jump right in? Cool. Come on, I’ll show you the filing room, and we can set up in room fifteen.”
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Three hours later, and we’ve taken over the conference room. Room fifteen was too laid back, and I needed to set up boards, which I couldn’t do in there. We’ve ordered Chinese, which luckily delivers here, and the table is a mess of photos, files, and little white boxes.
Chase isn’t so bad, I decided, once we started working together. He’s got a keen eye for details, and he actually listens when I talk. Although I suspect that Agent Cooper assigned him to me to keep an eye on me, I’m thinking he might have picked the wrong guy to do it. There’s no guile about him. He’s open and honest and has a self-deprecating humor that’s actually gotten me to smile once or twice.
So far, we’ve filled one board, with two more standing by, just waiting for me to make the necessary connections to start filling them. A steady thrum of anger courses through me when I think of my sperm donor, and my heart beats to the rhythm of the justice I want to rain down upon him.
He’s not going to see me coming.
Chapter 8
Trey
Ifucking love blowing shit up. It’s a thrill I don’t get to partake in often enough. I might have added a few more bricks of C-4 than I actually needed, but the resulting blast is phenomenal, and I watch it greedily from a safe distance. I’m like a kid at a theme park, wanting to whoop and holler in excitement. I just about manage to restrain myself. Just.
Once the fires have died down, I stomp on the gas, veering the Jeep through the blown-open wall. Adrenaline courses through me like the most potent of drugs, a wicked smile stretching across my face, heart pumping like a racehorse as I speed towards the large house looming towards me.
The upper windows are all dark, but the downstairs is lit up like a Christmas tree, every window open wide, which strikes me as odd since it’s on the chilly side tonight. A goldMercedes is parked near the front door and pulling the Jeep up alongside it, I stick my .22 in the back of my jeans, double check that my switchblade is in my pocket, and hop down. Loping up the front steps, I come to a halt as maniacal laughter booms from inside, raising the hairs on the back of my neck.
Brows curving downward, my mouth tightens as I stride towards the door, surprise registering that it isn’t locked. Stepping inside on quiet feet, I follow the laugh, ignoring the odor that seems to permeate the house. Leaning against the doorway to the dining room, I take in the sight before me.
I said it before, and I’m sure I’ll say it again - she is glorious.
Even when sitting on the floor with a severed head in her hands, head thrown back and laughing madly, blood pooling around her in a scarlet offering.
My eyes greedily devour every inch of her, from her red dress to sparkling shoes, aqua eyes to full lips. My cock twitches and hardens at the thought of taking her right now, the blood of her victim painting our skin in passion and sin.
My gaze snaps to hers when her laughter abruptly stops, and I realize that she is staring at me with a variety of emotions crossing her face. Fear, confusion, recognition. Lust.
Tossing the head away from her, she brings herself to her feet, walking towards me with both determination and trepidation warring in her eyes. Stopping in front of me, she lifts her hand, then stops, letting it drop back to her side.
“It’s you,” she whispers, the corner of her lips lifting in what some might call a smile. “Why are you here?”
Unable to wait any longer, I grab her shoulders, swinging her around, the wall rough at her back as I press into her. “I came for you,” I murmur softly, staring deep into her eyes, letting her monster see mine, before crashing my lips to hers in a punishing kiss.
A moan rumbles deep in my chest as I plunder her soft mouth, driving my tongue inside, tasting her. She seems shocked for a moment, but then twines her arms up around my neck, fingers dancing at my hairline but not exploring further, her tongue meeting mine as we both duel for dominance.
Breaking away, I turn her head to the side, kissing and licking down her neck, my tongue lingering over her pulse before biting into the base, marking her.Mine.
Lifting her up, back sliding against the wall, I use my thigh to keep her suspended as I dip into the open front of her dress, pulling a nipple into my mouth. Her head thrashes from side to side, a low moan spilling from her lips as I bite down on it. I can smell her pussy already, and slipping the straps off the dress, I pull it over her head, tossing it across the room to join the head.
Lifting her higher, and higher still, she has to brace her hands against the ceiling for purchase as I dive my face into her pussy. Soft and pink and oh so wet, she tastes like heaven, a sin I would happily drown in. I pull soft gasps and groans from her as I taste every bit of her, dipping my tongue inside her wet channel, biting down on her clit.
She is everything I could have dreamed of, a heaven created solely for me. She tastes of nirvana, of redemption, her scent and flavor bursting on my tongue—my own personal aphrodisiac.
Her legs wrap around my head, hips gyrating as she rides my face, pulling me so tightly into her cunt that I can barely breathe. Her walls clamp down around my tongue, legs shaking as her orgasm bursts through her. Her shout echoes through the room, and I lower her down to the floor, kissing her roughly, before spinning her around and pinning her to the wall. Pushing my jeans down just far enough, the forgotten gun clattering to the ground, I kick her legs wider apart before working myself into her tight pussy.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. Twelve years since I’ve been inside a woman. This was worth every long minute. Tight and warm and wet, her walls close in around me, strangling my cock as I push further and further in until I’m fully seated inside her. It feels like home.
Rebecca cries out again as I withdraw, then slam back into her, picking up speed with each thrust. My arm curls around her torso, pinching her nipple as the other curls around her throat. Leaning into her I growl into her ear. “One day, my cock is going to be in every single one of your holes, Rebecca. You’re mine now.”
Pulling out, I carry her over to the table, laying her down gently before I slam into her again, teeth gritting at the feel of being inside this woman. Locking my gaze onto hers, I slow my movements, shuddering at each long, slow glide of my cock against her warmth.
She is everything. All the others fall away. There are no others. Were no others. There is just Rebecca. Her eyes flutter closed as I start flicking and pinching her clit, her hands coming to her nipples to copy the action.
