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“You don’t act like a killer.” The words slip from my lips in a breathy murmur.

“You don’t know me.”

“So tell me about you then,” I say carefully, expecting him to recoil.

Instead, an iron grip lands on wrist, and before I can even process how he can tell where I’m standing, he pulls my body to his. My chest heaves as his cock slides against my lower stomach. I’m reminded of the feeling of it against my ass in the woods, and a moan slips from my throat.

His arm threads around my waist, holding me to him as he leans down to me. My bare breasts press against his chest. I try to breathe as his lips brush against my neck.

“You’re going to let me do whatever I want to you, aren’t you?”

I swallow hard, my fingernails now digging into his neck. “I’m not—I’m not a whore like you call me.” My heart pounds against the walls of my chest, waiting for his response with bated breath.

“Maybe not, but until your last breath, Little Red, you’ll be my whore.”

Fuck. My pussy aches to be touched at his words, and it’s the most disturbing and exhilarating feeling I’ve ever felt. He’s the Devil. He has to be, and I’ll be damned if I don’t want him to make good on his words.

His hand drops lower, slipping between my thighs and gliding against me. “You do want to be a slut for me.”

I tip my head back, wishing more than ever that I could see the man slipping his fingers inside of me. And I want him to kiss me on the mouth, but I don’t get my chance. His lips drop lower, tasting my skin. As he nips and sucks, my fingers slide up his neck and into his hair. It’s soft in my hands, and as he makes it to my chest, he buries his face between my breasts, kissing the place between. I tremble as his fingers work back and forth, priming me.

I can’t hold in the moan as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, lingering there and drawing out every bit of arousal I’d missed out on in the last few years. He leaves me aching for him as he drops even lower, making his way past my belly button, to my lower abdomen, and then parts my legs.

“No…” I tug at him, insecurities thrumming through me as I feel more exposed than ever before. “You don’t have to do—”

“Shut up,” he growls into my lower thigh, biting down hard enough that I yelp. “I get to do what I want, and I will fucking devour you.” He wraps his arms around my thighs and lifts me into the air…

And then buries his face between my legs.

I can’t hold back my cries as he sucks my clit into his mouth, pinning me harshly against the cold tile. As the water streams over us, I try to buck my hips, but he tightens his grip on my body. I can't move. All I can do is give in, and let him pleasure me.

“Oh my… Oh my fucking…” I can’t get the words out as the arousal builds, drawing me to the edge. He growls into me as every muscle in my thighs grow tight, squeezing against him. I explode, my orgasm crashing over me. It's so fucking forbidden and wrong, but so good.

But if this is how I survive, then so be it.

Chapter Fourteen

Luca

She tastes like heaven, and I drink in every drop of her she’ll give me. I don’t know when I decided I was going to give into my desires and fuck her. Maybe it was the moment I thought about her naked body in this dark bathroom. Maybe it’s the demons I’ve locked away finally being unleashed—but they seem to bend to her. I bend to her.

Holding her up, I rise, apprehension pulsing through my body as my cock lines up with her entrance. My head is a tumultuous sea of thoughts. I don’t know if I’ll take the light from her eyes as I finish in her pussy. I don’t know if I’ll drop her to the floor and inflict pain on her, hurting her until she begs for a mercy killing. I don’t know what will happen if I fuck the woman I’m supposed to kill…

But I hope like hell maybe I’ll finish the job. Maybe I was meant to be vicious like those that came before me. Maybe I am a sadist that just hasn’t unlocked the demons behind the door.

I press into her, groaning as she stretches to take me. Her breath hitches, her legs tremble. I bite down on my lip, fighting the urge to take her mouth. But I don’t kiss the women I fuck. I haven’t kissed a woman’s mouth since I was sixteen in a game of spin the bottle.

And I don’t think that even counts.

I press my head against the tile beside Emma’s as I fill her entirely. She lets out a moan. I clench my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut as I hold her against me. It’s the first time I’ve been inside of a woman since well before Victor passed. I might talk a big fucking game, but I don’t partake anymore.

“Fuck,” I groan as I start to thrust in and out of her. I want to tell her how good she feels wrapped around me, but I keep silent. I pick up my pace, giving into the lust. Who gives a fuck if I enjoy her?

My breaths deepen as I keep her pinned. I slide one hand around her, and the other glides up to her neck. It’s the only way I can take her life in this position—and fuck, if it's not turning me on more.

She moans, her throat vibrating against my touch. I’m so careful as I graze her skin. I don’t think I’ve ever touched anyone like this. She's so delicate, so beautifully fragile. I pound into her, and her whimpers morph into cries. Emma clings to me like she’s holding on for dear life. And she is.

I feel myself nearing the edge. I begin to strangle her. This is how they did it. I groan as her pussy bares down around me again, another orgasm causing tension to roll through her.

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