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The gentle hum of a tremble set up shop through her limbs, and Billie looked up at me with glassy eyes. She shook her head.

“He said this was a good way to get more information about you.”

“And why would he prioritize that over your safety? He thinks I’m a ruthless killer, right? Leaving you here with me was a death sentence then. No. He’s dirty. He’s as dirty as I am and worse for not being upfront about it.”

She shoved against me, thrusting up again and rubbing against my cock.

“That’s just it. You’re a criminal. Even if he is, that doesn’t change what you are. What you’ve admitted to. What kind of person would I be if I stayed here?”

I held her stare, unblinking and unwavering. “An honest one.”

Billie’s chin ducked in, and she looked off to the side. “You said it yourself. You’ve killed people. How am I safe here?”

“I have.” I nodded. “And I assure you each of those fuckers deserved what was coming to them. Life isn’t as black and white as you want it to be, sweetheart. And you’re safe with me because I say so. I don’t go back against my word.”

Looking up at me, her eyes half-lidded, Billie didn’t move, not even an inch. I lowered down toward her neck, breathing in that scent of hers. Holding her hip with my free hand, I shifted up, slipping my knees between her legs.

As I brought my lips to the shell of her ear, I whispered, “The only pain I’ll give you, Billie, is the kind your body is begging for.”

A delicious whimper escaped her, and I rocked my hips forward, dragging the length of my cock against her center. Billie’s breath caught in her chest, and I pulled back far enough to glance down at her chest. Her nipples were pebbled against the tee, and while I couldn’t see her sweet, little pussy, I could feel the warmth, the slick, melting through the thin material of my sweats.

“Were you really going to try and escape without any panties? What if someone here saw you?”

Her eyelids fluttered. “I…umm…”

I just laughed, but Billie shook her head, schooling herself.

“I would have had underwear if you hadn’t played your dumb prank and taken my stuff. If anyone saw my crotch, it would have been your fault.”

Smirking, I shook my head down at her, jerking my hips hard and quick. She grunted, yelping softly.

“That mouth of yours. Someone really should teach you a lesson since you insist on acting like a little brat.”

Her eyes flared as her mouth fell open, and all I could do was grin from ear to fucking ear. God, it was priceless.

“I am not a br—”

But I was done talking. I wanted this little “conversation” to move along, so I crashed my lips down on hers, kissing Billie intensely as I squeezed down on her wrists.

She tasted like a fucking dream, and after only a second, her lips parted for my exploring tongue, and I swept it against hers. Warmth surged on my cock, and the idea that she was getting so damn wet from just kissing me was a damn trip.

Oh, sweetheart. We’re going to have so much fun.

Chapter 17 - Billie

Pietor’s tongue slid against my own, and I immediately noted that it was pierced. I didn’t know why that surprised me, given everything else on him that was sporting jewelry.

It was a lot different than I would have thought, and I reeled. I’d never kissed anyone with a pierced tongue, and that sinful bead massaged against my own tongue to create a thrilling sensation. I couldn’t stop focusing on the feel of it in my mouth.

And I wondered what his tongue would feel like against my clit.

Pietor’s grip on me tightened, and his kiss continued in a frenzy that claimed me down to my core.

It was dominating, intriguing, and so not what I should have been doing.

Moments ago, I’d been trying to escape, something I should still be doing, but here I was, utterly losing myself and my apparently tenuous sanity to the feeling of Pietor’s lips on mine—the erection behind his sweatpants grinding against my bare pussy.

He’s actually kissing me. Holy fuck. I…Oh, sweet baby Jesus.

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