Page 89 of Executing Malice
“That’s great for you, but I—”
I kiss her to silence her. It’s a gentle sweep of my lips over hers, but she goes soft in my arms.
“I will give you all of it. It was always for both of us. Leave this place right now and I’ll sign it all over to you.”
Her throat muscles flex. “I like working.”
I shrug. “Then keep working. Just don’t think you need to. I have enough to take care of us and our family.”
The corner of her mouth lifts. “Still on that, huh?”
I drop the bag to fall at our feet as I use both hands to grip her waist. I kick the door shut with the toe of my boot and lift her against the surface. Leila locks her legs around my hips. Her arms hook around my shoulders. I nuzzle her throat. Inhale the powdery softness of her skin scented lightly by me.
“You said you’d give me a baby once you saw my face.”
She giggles and squirms when I find her ticklish spot with my teeth. “I said no such thing. I said, I needed to see your face before I—”
“What if you’re already pregnant?”
Her head thumps against the door when she tips it back, giving me room to roam up to her chin.
“I’m on the pill,” she breathes.
I draw her bottom lip in between my teeth and nip, our eyes locked.
“What if you are?”
Because she hasn’t been on her pills in weeks. I’ve come in her a lot. I would bet my last dollar she has my baby already in there.
“I’d be surprised, but...”
“Would you be angry?”
It’s the only flicker of uncertainty I had when I made the swap. Accidents happen, but would she be forgiving if she learned it was intentional? I know she’ll be angry, but she wouldn’t leave me, would she?
“I’d be scared,” she admits softly. “It’s a big deal, especially with someone I don’t remember knowing.”
“But you’d get to know me again,” I remind her. “We can be a family like we’ve always wanted.”
Her head drops forward and she bumps my nose with hers. “I have always wanted that, but I still want to get to know you a little more before we bring a whole person into the world. We’re both different people from when we were seventeen, even with the memory loss. What if I’m not what you still want?”
I shake my head, biting back the barking laugh lodged in my throat. “You will always be what I want. Fifty years could have passed, and you would still be my person. There is nothing that will ever change that.”
Her fingers smooth through my hair. “Can I get a little time then? I’m not saying no. I just want to figure you out and learn what kind of people we are together because so far, we’re violent and disturbed.”
I frown. “What’s wrong with that?”
Leila chuckles. “Those are whole red flags for both of us.”
“Red flags,” I scoff, rolling my eyes. “We don’t hurt people ... unless they deserve it,” I add quickly when she lifts an eyebrow. “And disturbed is hot. Disturbed is holding a blade to your pretty throat and you trusting me not to cut you while I fuck you. Disturbed is tying you up and tattooing my name on your pussy. It’s carving your name into my skin so everyone knows who I belong to. Our disturbed isn’t for everyone, but it works for us.”
She squirms in my arms, pussy grinding into my cock as she stares into my eyes with longing.
“Why does that turn me on so much?”
I push my hips harder against her thrashing ones and capture her gasp with my lips.
“Because, my little deviant, that’s who we are. It’s who we have always been. You’re as sick and twisted as I am and we complete each other.”
