Page 56 of Red My Lips

Every thick muscle in his powerful body tenses as his bliss hits him like a Mac truck. My name leaves his lips like a Hail Mary as he comes. Each stroke feels deeper as ribbon after ribbon of his hot cum fills me.

When he finally slows to a stop, he holds me there—wrapped around him, chest to chest. Our labored breath matching the racing of our hearts. We stay there, unable to move—unwilling to move—for a long moment. Seconds stretch into minutes as we remain completely and utterly intertwined.

“Where the hell have you been my whole life?” I say finally. And I am a little pissed, because why the fuck didn’t he find me earlier.

“Getting ready for when I found you,” Gage’s murmured words vibrate over me.

“You took your sweet fucking time.” My sweetening tone softens the sting of my sharp words.

“I’m sorry, baby.” I can hear the smile in his voice. He rolls us over until he’s leaning over me, brushing my messy hair from my face. When he finally pulls out, I can still feel him inside of me—rooted so deeply that he’s a part of my being.

“I’m gonna go get a warm washcloth.” He presses a soft kiss against my lips, his muscles tensing as he prepares to get up. But I stop him before he makes it an inch by wrapping my arms around him.

“Don’t bother,” I say, hitching my leg around his hip. “Something tells me that was only round one for tonight.”

“You don’t have to convince me, little devil.” Falling onto the bed, Gage pulls me against his side. Laying in silence, my brain races to process everything that’s happened over the last two hours. And while I’m mentally sorting, a thought occurs to me.

“How do you know? About them?” I ask curiously. He knew about the men I’ve killed, knew them by name. Gage’s eyes lower to meet mine.

“I followed you.”

“For how long?” My eyes narrow.

“Longer than you think,” he states, unashamed. A smile pulls at my lips as lust swirls inside me at the thought.

“You’re a sick freak,” I say, fighting my grin. Gage’s astute eyes smolder, a smirk crossing his face.

“You’re turned on,” he points out. I don’t deny it. There’s no reason to.

“You watched me kill them?”

“Yes.” The admission comes out so nonchalant. It’s like he’s been expecting this entire conversation. “Watching you makes me hard.”

“How hard?”

“That look on your face,” he groans, shaking his head. “I came every time.”

Reaching over him to grab the knife off the nightstand, I lift it up. “You liked watching me cut them with this?” He nods. The urge to use the blade in my hand to draw his blood is suddenly overwhelming, and I know he sees it written all over my face.

“Do it. I know you want to.” Gage bites his bottom lip and smiles as I open the knife. The metal gleams in the light, dangerously beautiful. Dragging the knife across his decorated skin, my eyes trace the way the flesh slices beneath the blade. Blood springs to the surface of the two-inch incision, creating a dark pool against his darkened chest.

“That look, right there. Jesus Christ.” His deep groan vibrates beneath me. I can feel Gage’s eyes on me as I run the pad of my finger over the wound and lift it up to the light. The deep red liquid coats my finger, vibrant and beautiful. Pressing my pointer finger to my thumb, I rub my fingertips together to get a better look at the pure crimson against my skin. It’s the prettiest color red I’ve ever seen—deep, rich, and all mine.

“It’s so pretty.”

“I’m going to look so fucking good on you.”

“You already do.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jill

Before I open my eyes, I hear it—the buzzing. What is that? The sound is so familiar, but my sleep-addled brain can’t quite place it. Pressure pushes on my lower stomach, accompanied by a slight sting. I shift against the discomfort, but something is holding me in place.

“Hold still, baby. I’m almost done.” The sound of Gage’s voice has me opening my eyes and lifting my head off the pillow. Gage kneels over me with one hand pressed against my hip and a tool in the other. He’s dragging the tool across the skin of my bikini line. Is that a tattoo gun?

Son of a bitch.

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