Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Still, I peel away his shirt without asking questions even though there are singe marks on his chest and nipples. I don’t know what he did, but it sure doesn’t look good.
I pull off his boots and socks, then tear down his soaked pants and underwear. I throw his clothes into the sink and pour hot water over them. I’ve done this before for Silas. And now for my boyfriend.
The blood never rinses out fully, but I gotta make it look good enough so we can throw it away without anyone coming for answers. Tomorrow, we’ll buy him some new clothes.
I won’t ask him what happened. I won’t ask him questions I wouldn’t give answers to myself. It would be hypocritical of me to expect him to tell the truth about his situation when I can’t even tell him the truth about mine.
Silently, I turn on the faucet so the warm water starts running. He steps under it, and the blood begins to pool under his feet.
“You’re not gonna ask me why I’m covered in blood?” he asks, water dripping down his face.
I look at his body and all the red droplets rolling down his pale skin, wondering who he killed.
“If you don’t want to tell me, I’m not going to ask,” I respond, taking off my clothes too, right in front of him.
His hungry eyes sweep over my body as I throw everything in a corner. Suddenly, he grabs my arm, tugs me toward him, and smashes his lips onto mine in a possessive manner. His lips are insatiable, ravenous, almost as if he killed for this kiss. He’s never done this before, and I don’t know if I’m scared by the sudden change in his demeanor or turned on by the surprise.
His tongue licks the roof of my mouth, and he grabs my face, kissing me so hard and deeply that I melt in his arms.
The water rushes down on top of us, and his hard-on grows against my thighs.
Whatever he just did must’ve set him off real bad, but I don’t mind.
Violence is in my blood.
My family has thrived on it for years. Hell, my mother’s business revolves around killing mobsters just to steal their wealth. I know this darkness because I’ve lived with it my entire life.
I’m not scared of him.
And even though I always looked for the calm beneath the storm of our lives, maybe a whirlwind of rage is what I truly need.
So I let him take control, let his fingers travel down my neck, squeezing tighter and tighter as he kisses me.
“I killed for you,” he whispers into my mouth.
I shudder in his grasp.
I’m not gonna ask who his victim was or why they had to die.
All I know is that he needs me now, and I’m here for him.
I grab his dick and start rubbing him until the precum begins to drip out, and he moans out loud. I love how he feels in my hand, how powerful it makes me feel to make a man like him shiver.
Suddenly, he grabs me and turns me around, swapping places so I’m the one under the shower, and he grips my throat from behind.
“Jerk me off,” he groans into my ear.
My hand finds his length, and I roll my hand around it while his free hand slowly slides down my body to between my thighs, and he begins to finger me.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs. “When I tell you what to do.”
I nod as his grip grows tighter.
“Is this what you crave?”
He takes my breath away, and I don’t even mind as I keep jerking him off. We’ve only just undressed for each other for the very first time, and we’re already unable to stop touching each other.
“You’re a filthy girl, aren’t you?”
I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I like where it’s going. Even though I know he killed someone, I know I’m safe in his arms.
He grabs the showerhead and brings it between my thighs. “Then let me clean you.”
The head is turned sideways, and the spout suddenly becomes rough. Delicious.
Fuck.
It blasts against my clit, and a hampered moan squeezes out of my throat.
God, I never thought a shower could be used this way, but I’m not complaining. The pressure of the water stream feels amazing.
He releases my neck, only to grip my breast instead, squeezing tightly as he moans into my skin while planting kisses on my shoulder. And as I slowly fall apart, I can feel him pulsate in my hand.
“Come for me,” he whispers. “Let me see how beautiful you look.”
“I’m not even facing you,” I mutter.
“Doesn’t matter … I can see your reflection in the glass.”
I grin as I lean back into his chest, his pecs tightening as I keep rubbing him, the feel of him in my hand enough to set me off. And while he keeps kissing and licking my shoulders, the slow orgasm washing over me is nothing short of sheer perfection.