Page 90 of Soft Tissue Damage
“You watched me while I was in the shower? Getting changed? Sleeping?”
“Often while you were sleeping. I never watched you while you were naked or showering. I tortured myself by switching off the cameras.”
She smirks at me. “Cullan, I thought we weren’t lying to each other.”
“I swear it. After all I’ve confessed, I wouldn’t start lying now. I didn’t look at you, but I listened. The sound of you showering is etched into my brain. How I wanted to be those water droplets running over your skin.”
“You never saw me naked until the night in the walled garden?”
“There was one time…”
“I knew it.”
“I couldn’t help myself. I watched my son ineffectually going down on you, making you feel inadequate. Turning what should be a beautiful experience for you into an ordeal. My willpower snapped. I locked him out of the house, and as you know, I went down on you myself. I was so jealous. I was so hungry for you. I would do it all again.” I take her jaw in my hand and whisper against her lips, “Do you forgive me for my terrible crimes?”
24
Elena
There’s blood on both our lips, and it lays heavy on my tongue. Cullan’s cock is thrust deep inside me while the dead bodies of my aunts lie just a few feet away.
This is the worst thing I’ve ever done. I don’t feel sorry, and I can’t get enough of Cullan.
He slams into me again and again, lighting up my insides with pleasure. “Do you forgive a starving man, Elena? That’s what I am. Starving for you.”
He switched out my birth control for vitamin patches and watched his son go down on me through hidden cameras, and I can’t make myself feelanything except glad about it. I was miserable with Leon. Cullan has turned my life upside down, and I love him for it.
“I am too full of love to ever be angry with you.” I stroke my clit while he works himself deeper into me, and I moan and arch my back. “Too full of your cock as well. Oh, God, Cullan.”
“My cock,” he says raggedly, thrusting into me. “My baby.” He thrusts again. “My woman. You’re all mine, Elena. I’m never going to let you go.”
I shouldn’t love a killer as much as I love Cullan. His dark, possessive words shouldn’t make my soul catch fire. At long last, I don’t care what it means that he’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and that his true face is the deadliest, most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. It only matters that he loves me.
I wrap my thighs around his hips and bite down on his shoulder as my orgasm bursts through me. I feel him follow me a moment later, climaxing with sharp thrusts of his cock, and then we lay gasping in each other’s arms.
When he sits up, I stroke my fingers through his hair. “You really don’t care why I killed my aunts?”
He shakes his head. “You can tell me if you want, but I won’t judge you. Whatever the reason, I support you, no matter what.”
“Oh, Cullan,” I manage in a choked voice. I didn’t know I needed to hear these words so badly. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, my beautiful girl,” he whispers against my lips before kissing me.
After he pulls out and we tidy ourselves up, I tell him about my aunts’ so-called promise to tell me who my mother is if I gave them enough money, and then about tonight when they admitted it was all a lie.
Cullan’s face darkens in anger and he casts their bodies a murderous look. “If they weren’t already dead, I’d kill them. They gave you false hope all this time? Those monstrous bitches.”
They say you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead, and I’m sure that counts doubly so when the dead in question are laying right there, but Cullan’s vitriol is a balm to my soul. They are monstrous bitches.
He takes my face in his hands. “You killed them because they backed you into a corner, and you couldn’t see a way out. They didn’t give you a way out. Had I known about this, I would have wrung their horrid little necks the first night I met you.”
They fooled me for years, making me hope in vain that I would someday meet my mother, and all the while they took my money, knowing it was a lie. The hope was the cruelest part.
He captures my mouth in a fierce kiss. When he breaks the kiss, he says, “I want nothing more than to take you away from here, but there are things I must do. Dawn is just before six a.m. Some people will be up at five, which means these bodies need to be taken care of and all this blood needs to be mopped up by four.”
“I’ll help you. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it.”
He shakes his head. “You leave. I’ll take care of everything.”
