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The two of us head to our trucks. Braden heads back on the highway toward Grainswept Fields. But me?
I head toward the other side of town, where Reggie is bound to be sleeping.
Chapter15
Duane
By the timeI get to her apartment, it’s been a long ass night, but my dick keeps twitching with the idea of claiming her.Really fucking claiming her.Showing her there’s no place left on her body that I haven’t taken yet.
But I can’t claim her when I have to kill her. Business comes first. It’s why I came to California in the first place. Why I sought Reggie out. Stalked her for months.
She’s coming between me and business yet again.
Maybe killing her is another way to claim her. No other motherfucker can take her death away from me.
Around three a.m., when I’m sure she’s asleep, I unlock her apartment door with a copy of her key. Poor thing is probably bone tired after what we put her through in the VIP room today, but I don’t care. She’s a heavy sleeper, and that’s always worked in my favor.
I pull back the gun’s hammer. I ought to make it quick and simple. Efficient so that I can’t second guess it. Let it be. Life alwaysends.
But as I stand over her body, holding the gun an inch from her temple, I almost wish she’d wake the fuck up and make this harder for me. My dick pulses as I picture her blood on the pillow, her brains dotting the fabric, that zebra print splattered with red and gray.
Ineedto kill her. It’s what’s best. She’s got one hell of an addictive pussy, but she’s a nuisance. Something I need to get rid of. Ahitchin my plans.
But as those thoughts leave my head, I see Todd’s hands on her hips. His nails digging into her flesh. His pale, skinny dick shoving deep inside her pussy.
Fuck that.
I refuse to let Todd be the last dick she takes down there. And I know, right then and there, that I’m not going to kill her. Maybe she’ll fuck me over in the future, and I’ll finish this once and for all. But right now?
She’s mine.
I remove the comforter with delicate precision until she’s completely exposed—my girl likes to sleep naked—then I kneel at the foot of the bed, giving myself a perfect view of the heaven between her legs. Naked when she sleeps, her amber skin against the sheets. Her furry pussy calls to my fingers, but for now, I just observe her slick heat, those pussy lips pressed together, tight and snug, waiting for my tongue. Her ass cheeks are bunched together, soft and squishy, hiding that dark hole I love teasing so much. My mouth gets wet and heavy, thinking of her taste, so I squeeze the head of my dick through my jeans.
If Todd gets to fuck her pussy tonight, then I’m going to claim her ass. She may have had plenty of dicks in her cunt, but as far as I know,no onehas had that precious ass.
Moving carefully, I pry back her legs, spreading her ass wide. I stick out my tongue, licking those perfect ridges, and goddamn—her sweet taste will be the death of me. I take my time, letting my tongue tickle her ridges, the curves of her flesh, the salt on her skin, and she bucks her hips toward me, a sleepy moan coming from her lips, still deep in her dreams. But my woman knows what she likes. I tongue-fuck her ass, sticking my fat, wet muscle inside of her hole, but she’s so fucking tight, it barely gets in. She was with that sugar daddy for a long time, and as far as I know, the neglectful bastard never went near her ass. And I doubt she had much time to play around before that anyway.
She grinds on my face, her ass cheeks rubbing against my nose as I lick her dark hole, and I moan so deep that I can’t stop myself; I grab her legs, digging my fingers into her thick thighs, tasting her all the way from her ass to her clit, swirling my tongue before going back down to that tight hole again.
“What the fuck!” she shouts. “Shit—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I rip my gun from the holster again, shoving it against her neck, right where the knife wound is healing.My mark.At this point, it’s like mandatory foreplay between us. We ought to consider a gun or a knife our third partner.
Fuck Todd’s participation anyway.
“The hell are you doing, Duane?” she whispers, but my woman’s eyes are already glazed like the queen of filth that she is. A sharp breath sneaks between her lips as I dig the gun’s muzzle into the scab, pricking the dried edge until another drop of blood comes leaking down.
“I’m claiming your ass,” I say in a low voice, “and you’re going to fucking like it.”
Her nostrils flare, and the little bitch knees me in the chin. Pain shoots in my skull, and I holster my gun before something stupid happens. She starts to make a run for it, but I lunge for her. She elbows me in the ribs, but I punch her in the stomach, right in the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of her.
She chokes on nothing, gasping for air, and I rearrange her, grabbing her wrists in my palm. I pull a length of rope out of my pocket, hitching one of her wrists to her first bed post.
“You’re going to fucking like it when I take your ass,” I growl, “or I’ll slit your throat.”
Using my body weight, I spread her out, tying the other wrist to the opposite bed post. Luckily, she’s already naked, and in this position, her breasts hang down to the sides of her like delectable bells. I lick her neck, down to those tits, and suction my mouth on her brown nipples, biting and pulling until she twists underneath me.
“Oh god!” she cries.
