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I snuggled Cheese to my side and lay him down using the jacket to keep him covered from the rain. Without using my goddamn brain, I jumped at Jinx, clinging to his chest and climbing the man like he was one of the trees surrounding me.
“I fucking can’t hate you, asshole. Thank you.”
I didn’t let him respond. I dropped down to my knees and found the button to his pants. His cock was hard when I took it out of his pants, but I refused to look up at him. I just swallowed his cock down my throat.
I was never good with words. I was a horrible person and apparently a whore. I couldn’t deny that I was in shock from being attacked, but I just acted on pure desire. I wanted his cock in my mouth, so I took it.
I may have been two seconds away from being raped, but this taste of taboo in front of me, I didn’t bother asking for permission, so was I any better?
Probably not.
Itried to comprehend what the fuck was happening. One second, Mara was naked, crying on the ground, hugging her imp, and then the next she was on her knees in front of me with my cock down her throat.
“Holy fuck. Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. I couldn’t take off my helmet. She would see the face paint. It was watered down, covered in mud, and stained with blood. But it would be evident that her hero…was her monster.
A good man would not let a woman who was just attacked and traumatized suck their cock, Jinxy boy.
I growled and shoved the angel off my shoulder right back to hell. I wasn’t a good fucking man. There was nothing about me that was good. I functioned on one thing—need. And right now,I needed to stop the mind babble in my head and focus on how perfect Mara’s thick lips looked around my cock.
“Take it off.”
I stared at her for a moment. Was she speaking out loud?
She stopped and looked at me expectantly.
I kept silent and slowly shook my head. My helmet was staying on.
With a pout, she tried to sit up, but I shoved her down so hard I heard the smash in her knees when she hit the ground. The look of pain etched in features made my cock even harder.
“Did I say you could get up, Nirvana?”
Little Reaper and Nirvana. Heaven and hell.
This woman was certainly a clashing combination of both.
One sure to bring me to my own death.
“I can’t hear you. Please take it off.” She tried again to get to her feet.
I leaned down and forced my cock completely down her throat. She was salivating all over her chest, and it dripped to the ground. Pulling out of her mouth, I gripped her face and got right up close to her ear. With my visor flipped up, I made sure she was going to hear me.
“Why would you want to see my face and remind yourself of the needy little whore you are? You deserve to choke on my cock and watch your own shame in the reflection of my visor.”
She stiffened, and I shoved my cock back down her throat, making her gag around my length. I pulled out again, only to lean back down to her ear.
“Tell me, Mara. Are you really sorry, or are you ashamed that you’re not? Gianna can’t suck me like this.”
Before she could blink, I was back in her mouth. She started to struggle against me, smashing her fists into my stomach with her face turning a blue tint. I smiled and flipped my visor back down, forcing her to look at herself.
As expected, she pulled away from me so hard she fell onto her bare ass into the mud. I watched her struggle to get away from me. It was all I could do to rein in my instinct and not chase her down like a fox would a hare.
“Mara, stop throwing a tantrum and get up. I am driving you back to your house.”
My Little Reaper stared at me accusingly. “How would you know where I live?”
I smiled under my concealment.
She tried to trap me, but I was quick on my feet.
