Page 69 of Requiem & Reverie

“Well, I’m guessing we’ve got all we’re going to get out of him. But I’m still keeping my eyes on him.”

“What for?”

“Because you’re my sister. He might be innocent of the murders, but that doesn’t remove him from my shit-list.”

Frowning, I cross my arms. “Did Denny ever make your shit-list?”

“Denny was never off my shit-list. From the beginning.”

“Well, that’s encouraging, at least.”

Even if he’s my brother, when it comes to his work, there is no going easy on me. If he thought, for one second, he could help track Simon down by interrogating me, he wouldn’t hesitate, I’m certain. While I appreciate that, I’ve also come to appreciate he’s not always right.

Sometimes, it’s best to put predators into the hands of other predators and leave it alone.

Jonah’s face snaps out of business, setting my stomach at ease again, and hikes a thumb over his shoulder. “We’re gonna hit the road. It’s an hour’s drive to the cabin, and we’d like to get there before Nora’s next feeding.”

“Gotcha. Take care.” I give one more kiss to Oliver, and another hug to Jonah. “Give Diane and Nora my love and kisses. Lots of kisses.”

“Will do.”

Oliver follows Jonah out the door, but pauses to look over his shoulder. He gives me a wink and a smile, setting his hand to the knob. “Stay out of trouble.”

“You, too.” I wink and smile back, just before he closes the door behind him.

* * *

Hours pass, and by nine o’clock, night has long since set in. I sit on the couch in my robe and fuzzy slippers, having already taken an hour-long bath, flipping through channels on TV. At a flash of light outside the window, I peer through the curtain, to see a patrol car crawl past my house.

Half-smiling, I wave at what I assume is Grim conducting his usual drive-by, and sink back onto the couch. With a yawn, I flick the TV off, momentarily creeped out by the surrounding darkness, and head up the staircase. As I reach the top of the stairs, a sound draws my attention toward my bedroom.

With a frown, I pad quietly down the hallway and enter my room, which is eerily still, aside from the curtain blowing in the wind.

Wind?

The window is cracked, setting my heartbeat into a steady pounding against my ribs. I back away slowly, and arms band around me, a hand slaps over my mouth. I scream against the warm barrier, but my body is spun around until I’m flat to the wall. I can scarcely draw in a breath, as a large, imposing force presses into me from behind and my robe is stripped away to my naked body beneath.

Harsh breaths in my ear tell me my attacker is excited. Happy to see that I’m wearing nothing beneath. Fingers digging into my jaw, he kicks my legs wide, and the jangling sound must be his belt. With a moan and a whimper, I squirm between him and the wall, trying to get loose. I try to bring my legs together, but he knocks his ankle into mine, harder this time, stretching my legs even wider.

“Wait, please! Don’t!” My muffled words fail to break through his hand at my mouth.

Seconds later, his tip finds my entrance, and in one sharp thrust, he fills me. Spine stiff with the intrusion, I tip my head back and let out a grunt, while he seats himself deep inside of me.

His body shivers against mine, before he sets into motion, hammering his hips into me. Squirming and wriggling does nothing against the steel frame caging me against this wall. Squeezing a handful of my hair, he pulls out of me, and guides me toward the bed, bending me over the edge of it, forcing me facedown onto the mattress, my ass high in the air like an invitation.

Hot breath fans the back of my neck, smelling like cinnamon and tobacco. Deep, masculine grunts and groans are the only noises he makes as he drives into me from behind.

The wet sounds with every withdrawal burn my cheeks with embarrassment, and I bury my face into the mattress, willing away the thoughts that tell me I’m a horrible person for being turned on by my attacker. I reach back to grab for him, but he slams my hand back against the mattress, without so much as a pause in his thrusts.

Cock pumping into me like a steady piston, he tangles his fingers in my hair, and his teeth find the nape of my neck, sending little tingles across my skin.

The assault lasts a good ten minutes, with his forearm pressed into my spine, holding me down. As he ups the pace, I feel the knot inside my belly growing bigger and bigger, tightening to the extent I have to breathe shallow just to get enough oxygen in my lungs.

His cock expands inside of me, waxing my walls with every furious drive of his hips. The slapping of his skin against mine marks each countdown to climax as my whole body winds tight, preparing to explode. Slickness runs down the back of my thighs like a smack in the face, and I feel his warm palm gather the fluids and spread it over my ass. “You fucking love this,” he rasps, his voice ragged and thick with pleasure.

His words tug at my belly, and I cry out, fingers curling into the bedspread as I shamelessly lift my ass higher to him.

The orgasm slams into the back of my skull and detonates on a flash of light that ripples through my body.