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She began thrusting up and down on my cock and gun, little moans escaping her with each pass. Her body seemedto tighten around me, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
“Are you gonna come, Grace?”
She nodded frantically, a pained expression on her face as she quickened her pace.
I pulled her hair harder, arching her head back. My lips came down on her neck, my teeth digging into her sweet skin. She screamed, body convulsing. Her ass tightened to a nearly unbearable size, my balls aching in response. Her body froze, but I couldn’t stop.
I thrust up into her, shoving my cock and gun deeper as I pistoned my hips. My orgasm shot through me like never before, my cum spurting into her as she soaked my gun.
I rode it out, only slowing once I was sure every last drop was buried deep inside her. As I released her hair, her head fell to my shoulder, her hand with the knife sliding down as exhaustion took over. The blade clattered to the floor, her arm dangling at our sides, while she collapsed into me.
I cupped the back of her neck, holding her to me as our rapid breathing filled the air. Once we had both calmed down enough, I slid my hand down her back, running my fingers along her spine.
“Are you going to kill me?” she whispered.
“After all this, you still think I want you dead.” My hand left her back. “Stand up.”
She rose slowly, my cock sliding out of her ass. My gun fell out easily, her wetness giving her pussy no chance of holding on to it. She stood between my legs, looking down at me with a wary expression.
I grabbed the gun, pointing it at her. “Lick it clean.”
Her lashes fluttered before she stuck her tongue out, running it along the barrel. She twirled it around the tip, keeping her eyes on me as she lapped at my gun.
I ran a hand down her hair, cupping her cheek. “You’re such a good girl, Grace.” I pulled the gun an inch away, replacing the barrel with my thumb in her mouth. I hooked it behind her teeth, tugging her jaw down to open her lips wider. I spit in her mouth, watching as her tongue moved it to the back of her throat to swallow it.
“So fucking good,” I praised, sliding my thumb out to run it along her lips and chin. When I was done, I lowered my hand and stood. I fixed my cock back into my jeans, then reached for her shorts on the ground. I tugged the scrap of her panties off, the tear I’d made rendering them useless. Then I kneeled before her to help her into her shorts. She used my shoulders for support, and I stayed on my knees while buttoning them, looking up at her. “I think I’ll keep you.”
Her shoulders relaxed, a heavy breath leaving her as if that was the best thing she could have heard.
Rising to my full height, I ran my fingers through her hair, fixing it while I admired not only her beauty, but her willingness to please a madman. “We have somewhere to be.”
Chapter 18
Grace
The club lights strobed all around us, whirrs of blues and reds and purples making my head hurt worse than before. Henley must’ve noticed my wincing, because he pulled two pills out of his pocket and held them my way.
I looked down at his hand, then at the side of his face. He was surveying the mass of people on the first level, bodies bouncing and banging against one another to an insufferable beat.
“What are those?” I asked over the loud music.
“Tylenol,” Henley answered.
I gripped the railing, skeptical that he was trying to drug me rather than help me. He might have reassured me he wasn’t going to kill me, but I’d be a fool to trust so easily. “Why do you just have Tylenol loose in your pocket?”
“You claimed your head was fine in the truck, but I know you’re stubborn, Grace.” He moved his hand closer, hovering it in front of my chest now.
Scowling, I took the pills and swallowed them dry. “Insulting me is not the way to make me feel better.”
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “It’s a good thing your pain is physical and not mental.”
I crossed my arms, moving my attention back to the crowd. “How do you know?”
He moved until his chest was pressed to my back, arms braced on the railing on either side of me. His chin rested on my shoulder, and I was helpless to the urge to lean back into him.
“Because I fucked the mental toll that asshole took right out of you before I cleaned his remains off the floor.” His lips brushed my neck with each word, sending chills over my skin.
If there were two things I could give Henley props for, they’d be his ability to bring me to orgasm, and how efficiently he disposed of bodies.
