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I watched her swallow, and her head fell to the side as she started to lose control.
“Eyes on me,” I ordered, and she turned her head back to look right at me.
I leaned forward, my hands moving from her legs to rest either side of her head, and then I put my hand against her neck. That feeling of having power over her, being able to control her high made me pulse and throb harder. I held onto her throat, squeezing gently as I asked, “Do you trust me?”
She nodded and I squeezed a little harder, choking her as I fucked her, swivelling my hips and grinding into her as the compressions on her neck added to the high.
Her pupils dilated as she stared right at me, her mouth in the perfect ‘O’ as I felt her pussy start to tighten around me. She was close, so I gripped harder for one last time, and then as she came, contracting hard around my dick, I let go of her neck, watching as she screamed out her orgasm. Ripples of pleasure coursed through me as she came and then came again and I kept thrusting into her––I couldn’t stop. Her back was arched off the bed, her legs shaking from the intensity of her orgasm, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Then, when she cried out my name one last time, I came too, spilling everything I had into her and falling forward onto her body as I got lost in the intensity, the emotions, and the sheer ecstasy of what I was feeling.
She wrapped her legs around my waist as I lay over her, both of us panting as we recovered. Slowly, I turned to whisper in her ear.
“You were made for me, little raven. That was fucking incredible.”
“I didn’t know it could be like that,” she replied breathlessly.
“Me neither. But with us, it always will be.”
“Promise?” she asked, nuzzling further into me and holding me as tightly as I held her.
“I promise.”
ChapterTwenty-Seven
DEVON
Sunday morning, and I was sitting in the living room with the biggest shit-eating grin on my face. Images of the night before flashed through my mind, reminding me of all the ways I’d fucked Leah. Thinking about it made me want to stalk back round to her house and do it all again. The way she’d sat on me, riding my dick like she couldn’t get enough. How she’d held onto me as I fucked her hard against the wall, her cries still ringing in my ears. But my favourite had been when I fucked her from behind. Her hands holding the headboard as she was on all fours on the bed. Me, watching my cock sink into her tight pussy over and over again as I pulled her hair back.
I hadn’t noticed anyone walking into the room, but when something landed in my lap, I was jolted out of my daydream. Liv was getting things ready to make breakfast, and Adam was standing over me with his arms folded.
“You’ve got another one,” he said, gesturing to my lap.
I looked down and saw the white envelope.
“Before you ask, I’ve already checked the CCTV. It’s the same as before. Fucking useless.”
I gripped the envelope in my hand, debating whether to burn the fucking thing. I was getting pissed off with these games, and I didn’t want anything to sour my awesome mood from last night. This was bullshit I really didn’t want to deal with this morning, and it angered me that even in death, my step-fuck-up was still goading me. Why couldn’t the fucker just stay dead?
Eventually, curiosity got the better of me, and I had to see what was written inside. I always had been a glutton for punishment.
“I thought we were upping our security?” I asked as I ripped it open.
“We have,” Adam snapped back. “But obviously we need to do more. Maybe Colton’s suggestion of setting up your crossbow to fire at the letter box isn’t such a bad idea after all?”
I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “The postman will love that.”
“Maybe that’s what we need to solve this, a little collateral damage.” Adam shrugged.
“No one is shooting the postman!” Liv turned, pointing the butter knife she was using right at us. “I’d rather do a stake out myself and catch this fucker than resort to that. I mean, Jesus, Adam. First its pizza delivery guys, and now the postman? Do you really have it in for anyone involved in home delivery?” I assumed that was some private joke, but I was too riled up to ask.
“I do when they threaten the people I love,” Adam said through gritted teeth.
“You have a warped view of what’s a threat when it comes to some of us, but I’ll let it slide… for now.” Liv grimaced at us and then turned around to carry on buttering her toast. Adam went over to hug her from behind and whisper in her ear, and I sat where I was, reading the next instalment of utter bullshit from my fake-ass stalking dead stepfather.
Devon,
I see you have a little more to lose now. She’s pretty. I don’t know what she sees in you, though. Maybe I need to do her a favour? We never did get round to playing that game of Russian Roulette that I promised you. Good job I have a bullet right here with your name carved into it.
This is your last chance.
