Page 126 of Massacre Monday
Hurriedly, her fingers work to undo my jeans as I rip hers down her sculpted legs. My cock is thirsting for her pussy, throbbing with an achy need only she can fulfill. And I want to do it on the man who almost took her from me.
“Please,” she begs as I lift her knees up and out, situating myself between them.
With a formidable shove, I enter her as we both yell obscenities that shatter the stillness in the damp room. “Fuck, baby!”
I place my hands on his chest and abs, then thrust inside her again, gritting my teeth as torn muscles scream from the exertion, but I go in rapidly and with more force. In fact, my hips take on a life of their own, slamming into her relentlessly, as if my body is trying to bury the trauma inside her heat. All she can do is cling to me and hang on. Frenzied passion consumes me, thinking about almost losing her. But she’s here, in my arms, and my soul is compelled to prove how much it needs hers.
She lets her head drop back until I can gaze into her mesmerizing eyes. “I wasn’t going to let him touch you. You know that, right?”
Whimpering, she nods. “I know.”
“I love you.Nothingwill separate us. You hear me, Pen? You’remine, from now until forever.”
Releasing a moaned lullaby, a tear slips over her rubied cheek. When I wipe it away with my thumb, I smear our enemy’s blood on it like war paint. The sight is so erotic, I grip both sides of her face until the redness stains our skin. An iron tinge coats the air around us.
Sweat drops from my forehead onto hers as I pillage her body on my savage sacrifice. Quivers inside her caress my dick in erratic ripples until she opens her mouth wide to scream my name. I lean forward and press my lips over hers to capture the sound, plunging my tongue inside as she trembles underneath me, rocking through her orgasm. Seeing her reach heights of pleasure is the best thing I’ve witnessed, knowing I’m sharing this with her, my partner-in-crime.
My hand strokes her hair, then latches onto the nape of her neck, pulling her attention to me again. “You feel that, pink cheeks? That’s me conquering you on top of him. Let his soul watch me own what he never could.”
She holds my face as I do, shoveling my hips in deep and holding there, blowing my pleasures close to her womb. One day, I’ll fill it with my children.
Repeatedly.
Small taps of my lips on her nose elicit satisfied sighs from her throat. We catch our breaths as my cock still surges inside of her, leaking everything until it’s spent.
“Ryan…” she whispers, and I think she’ll tell me something romantic.
“Yes, my love?”
“I think there’s still someone here.”
I freeze, listening, but there’s nothing to indicate anyone around. Slowly, I slip out of her, and we adjust ourselves, situating our clothes. In one hand, I grab the gun from the floor, then slip my free one into hers, and lead her from the room.
We fumble our way down the hall in the pitch-black darkness. She’s smart and doesn’t make a peep while I hold my breath in case someone else lurks nearby. From previous Thriller Thursday setups, I remember the layout and hope that I’m heading in the right direction.
Almost stumbling over the rickety staircase, I freeze and glance behind us, but there’s only the yellow glow coming from the open door still flickering from the candle.
“Go,” Pen urges me with a harsh whisper.
I turn and guide her to the first floor, but the sense that someone isthereandwatchingnever leaves.
Between events, the lounge is empty, except for a few pieces of furniture covered in spooky white sheets that gleam in the shards of moonlight spilling in through tiny holes in the window coverings. The house is fucking creepy. And I don’t want to spend another moment here.
“It smells like mildew so bad, I’m going to gag,” Pen whispers, still keeping her voice down in case unseen enemies lurk around.
As soon as my hand hits the crystal knob for the front door, I fling it open and hurry into the rainy night. Clean air flows through my lungs, and I huff in a deep breath, the adrenaline slowing its course until I ache from everything that happened. My chest wounds seep underneath the bandages. And the hit to my skull pulses with every pound of my racing heart.
“You okay?” I pull her with me toward the front gate.
“I-I think so.”
“We need to get to the hospital to be sure.” The gravel from the driveway crunches under my boots as sheets of frigid rain splatter down on us.
“Freeze! Hands in the air where I can see them!”
A blinding light blazes over us, and I drop the gun to the ground. Slowly lifting my arms in the air, I step protectively in front of my woman. Pen mimics my posture, and from the shadows, a few officers emerge.
One grabs my arms and the other throws me on the ground, then does the same to her. “Watch it!” I yell. “Leave her!”
