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“Well, it seems like you won’t be needing any of these,” I say loudly, trying to ensure he hears me. Moving to the appendage between his legs, I doubt he heard my comment through all his screaming. I pull out my knife and position it on his neck. Gripping the handle, I slowly move the blade from left to right.
Every time I do this, there’s a sense of calmness after—no regret—just a sense of peace. I don’t go around just killing any person; there is always a reason why I do it. In the past, it was to protect my sister from men who tried to take advantage of her, or when my brother found himself at odds with the wrong people. Mostly, it’s for my cousins and their family business, which sometimes bleeds into our family, since our mothers are sisters. Once finished, I task the men with getting rid of the body and any evidence. I burn my clothes and make a quick call.
I sneakinto my bedroom and take a shower to rinse off any trace of my extracurricular activity. When I go looking for her, she’s on the balcony. She looks beautiful, same as when I saw her at the gala in what seems like a lifetime ago, and just like then, I know she can sense me.
She turns and walks to me, stealing my breath with a kiss; I don’t hesitate to react and take control. Serena craves to surrender her control and, fuck, does she give it up. I’m staring down at her, on my bed, naked, with my cum dripping out of her pussy. People would kill for a sight like this, and I can say I have.
I put two fingers inside her, and I groan when I hear a moan escape her lips. Without saying a word, I bring my fingers to her mouth, and she opens for me. There is no hesitation as she licks my fingers clean. Another groan escapes me, and I bend down to glide my tongue over her pussy, tasting us.Us.
“Fuck, Mi Reina, we taste so good together.”
I don’t wait for a response. Sitting back up, I grab her thighs and flip her onto her stomach.
“Ian.” She yelps.
“Oh, you didn’t think I was done, did you?”
I start to kiss the back of her legs and make my way up. When I get to her ass, I can’t help but bite her cheek. Fuck I love biting her, marking her. Then I lick between her cheeks. She mumbles something incoherent, so I move up her back, but I feel her tense.
“Relax, Serena.”
“I don?—”
I cut her off. “You are so beautiful. Every.” Kiss. “Single.” Kiss. “Part.” Kiss. “Of.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. I tell her while kissingher scars. I can feel her relax as I caress her. “Baby, my cock needs to be inside you again.” It isn’t a question. I glide my dick up and down her ass cheeks. Standing on my knees, I grab her hips and pull them up. Her ass is in the air now, and her back is low—the perfect angle for me. I use my knees to spread her legs wide, lining my dick at her entrance; she is still so wet. I don’t warn her as I slam into her.
“Ian…fuck…”
I slap her round ass.
“Your pussy was made for me. So tight and perfect. I want you to scream my name. Don’t hold back.”
I reach and grab her hair, wrapping it around my hand, using it as an anchor, while my other hand is on her hip. I pound into her. Sweat coats our skin.
“More…please,” she begs.
“Anything my girl wants.” Then I fuck her hard and deep. Just thinking about how sore she’s going to be makes me thrust into her fiercely, bottoming out. I pull her up, my chest to her back. My hand lets go of her hair and moves to her throat, applying pressure to it. My other one remains on her waist. I use it as leverage to slam my cock into her. I angle her head to the right and kiss her neck. When my lips are above her scar, I plant a kiss on it before I bite it.
She screams.
“That’s right, scream for me.” I soothe the ache with a lick.
“I’m so close.” She moans.
“Come with me, baby,” I growl.
I move my hand to her clit and rub in circles while applying more pressure to her throat. I can feel her pussy starting to squeeze my cock. I pinch her clit, and that takes her over the edge, where I follow. I wish I could stay inside her. I gently lay her on the bed and lie next to her, both of us catching ourbreaths. I turn to her and see her smile. I can’t help but lean in and kiss her, and she kisses me back.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell her.
I go to the kitchen and grab some waters, then make my way to the bathroom for a warm, wet cloth. I give her a water and start to clean her. I can see her wince when I gently wipe between her legs.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, concerned.
“Um…”
“Serena.”
“Well, yes, but I-I really liked it.”
