Page 46 of Lonely
Bending down, I collected her coat and hung it up like a civilized citizen. Where the fuck had this tornado of a vixen come from? And why the fuck was she here with me when she should’ve been out there with some young athlete?
When I entered the kitchen, she had her head in the fridge. I stopped short, watching her invade my space.
Her long legs stretched on for miles in those red heels. The short skirt she wore rode up high as she jutted her round ass out while rooting through the contents. “Baby, I think we should get drunk.”
She popped her head out and smiled. Her lipstick was smeared. “Get drunk and do naughty things.”
I continued staring, imagining what she looked like when she was scared and begging for her life, when slick blood coated her legs instead of raindrops.
“What do you say, baby? Alcohol and sex?”
“My dick will fall off soon if you don’t calm down,” I said, only half-joking, but her tinkling laughter filled the kitchen.
I couldn’t remember the last time someone had laughed in this room.
My eyes drifted to the table, and I pictured Mother watching us with a disapproving frown, holding her hand out for my belt.
I looked back at Anna’s shapely legs. The defined calf muscles had a slight sheen, as if they were always covered in baby oil. I’d had those legs wrapped around my head multiple times.
She could’ve suffocated me to death with those if she had wanted to, or popped my head like a ripe melon.
Those pale legs were pretty but deadly.
She slammed the fridge shut and walked toward me. I smelled the rainwater on her skin as she held up a bottle of wine. “This is fine stuff. Half-empty, but there’s still some left.”
I stayed rooted to the spot as she opened the bottle and drank straight from it. My fingers twitched as her throat jumped with each swallow. Soon, bruises would mar her porcelain skin.
With a contented sigh, she put the bottle on the counter, then draped her arms around the back of my neck and hooked her leg over my hip. “I like it when you look at me like you do now.”
When I said nothing, she hopped up on the counter, swiped the bottle, and took a swig. Her gaze didn’t waver as I stepped between her legs and slid my hands up her smooth thighs.
Her skirt bunched around her waist as I squeezed her bare ass and dug my fingers into her soft skin.
“Are you mad?” She placed the bottle back down and toyed with my tie. “About your favorite patient?”
Reaching behind her, I collected two wine glasses and proceeded to pour us a glass. Anna sipped hers, pretending she was a refined lady and not a slut.
Meanwhile, I pretended to sip mine while also pretending I cared about anything but seeing my hands coated in her blood.
“I’m not mad,” I said, watching her over the rim of my glass.
I was furious.
She smiled and pulled me closer by my tie. I tipped her glass, encouraging her to drink the last of it, and then I placed our drinks on the counter and grabbed her throat. “You and I are going to have so much fun tonight.”
I hooked a finger in her panties and then pulled them aside. She gasped and spread her legs wider, inviting me to lose myself.
The Devil would’ve loved that.
He would’ve loved to see me lose my soul.
That was why she was here, squirming on my counter like a wanton harlot, wasn’t it? To encourage me to forsake the Lord.
She was doing the Devil’s work.
My fingers twitched on her throat right before I rammed her head into the cupboards behind her. She cried out in shock.
Before she could question what I was doing, I buried my head between her legs and sucked her clit into my mouth. Hard enough to hurt. I anchored her to me with both hands, refusing to let her escape the onslaught.
