Page 54 of Arranged Scars
“Every night since, I remember in vivid detail,” he says fondly, sips his drink, and gestures at me with the glass. “But I’m talking about the big square boxes with the transformers coming out the top. They’re parked beside all the entrances and exits.”
I frown, trying to remember back to that night. I recall something like what he’s describing. “What can we do with those?”
“Generators malfunction. Sometimes they explode. All we have to do is make sure one goes off like a bomb.”
I chew my lip, thinking it over. The idea makes sense. I want to kill Redmond quickly and without making him suffer, so an explosion would probably do the trick. “But what about collateral damage?”
“The structure might have some problems, but nothing that can’t be repaired.”
“No, I mean, other people.”
“That’s the beauty. Redmond likes to tour the place after hours when it’s empty. We plant the bomb, wait for him to be alone, and blow it when he’s close enough to eat the explosion.”
I fidget with my fork, considering, and catch a glimpse of the murder ring. I like the way it sparkles. I like what it represents.
I’ve done this once before, right? I helped kill Shane, and I can help kill Redmond.
“I like it,” I say quietly and glance up. I catch him looking at my tits. “Do you have to stare at my chest while we’re talking about murdering my brother?”
“Absolutely,” he says, not looking remotely ashamed. “Murder gets me hard.”
“I thought my tits did that?”
“When they’re in my mouth and my hands.”
“The romance is already dead. Looking at my beautiful body isn’t enough anymore.”
“Oh, baby, you sit in that sauna and get all sweaty, the sight of you can ruin me.”
Dinner comes and it’s fantastic. Finn flirts with me mercilessly the whole time. At first, I think he’s just playing around, but by the time we’re finished and leaving, I realize it’s more than a game. He holds me close, a hand on the small of my back as we make our exit through the restaurant. Eyes follow us, powerful men and women, rich and connected New York elite. Finn really does want to show me off, I realize with a start. He really thinks I’m good enough.
Once we’re in the car, I’m on him. He grunts as I kiss him. “What’s this for?” he asks. The driver rolls the divider up, and once we have privacy, I’m down on my knees pawing at his pants. His belt buckle comes off and he lifts his hips with a surprised grunt.
“I’m in a good mood,” I say, stroking his cock with both hands, marveling at his thick head. Precum beads at the very tip. It sends a thrill of excitement into my core, knowing he wants me this badly. “And maybe when I’m in a good mood, I like to spread the joy.”
He moans when I take him in my mouth. I’ve never felt this sexy before in my life. I push down the shoulders of my dress, grab his hand, and press it against my left breast. He teases my nipple, groaning as I lick and suck his cock, gliding up and down. He grips my hair, holding on tight.
I’m in control right now. He’s melting with pure bliss. A man like Finn could probably get his dick sucked by a million different women, but when I’m on my knees, with his hand on my chest, it’s like he’s losing his mind. I love how excited that gets me. I spread my knees and rub at my clit, needy and pulsing with how bad I want to make him cum.
“Fuck, Caroline, look at you, touching yourself on the floor of my car. You filthy fucking girl. That feels so fucking… so fucking good…”
I moan, sucking him deeper. I slip my fingers down my panties and rub my clit faster. He’s shaking, trembling with how much he likes it. I look up and his eyes are heavy and narrowed. His grip in my hair tightens.
“I can’t… fucking wait…”
He comes in my mouth. I keep sucking as he finishes, keep rubbing my pussy, and nearly choke as I try to swallow. My orgasm rips into me and I have to pull out, his cum drooling down my chin. I gasp, shaking, moaning as the orgasm tears meto pieces, shatters me into a million little sparkling glass murder diamonds.
I finish, gasping, and stare at him. He stares back and wipes my chin with the back of his hand. “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs.
I get back into my seat and curl up next to him.
“I want to do it soon,” I whisper, sleepy and happy. I’m full of food, wine, and his seed. “I don’t want to wait.”
“We should be careful.”
“I know. And I don’t care.”
He breathes in the smell of my hair. “That’s what I love about you,” he mutters, and a tiny thrill rushes into my heart. I hadn’t realized he loved anything at all.
