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A loud moan hung between us, raspy and deep and so fucking sexy. I waited until she fell back to the bed, then wrapped my hand around her throat, pressing her head into the pillow as I drove my hips into hers with enough force to ram the headboard into the wall.

Her eyes slammed shut, her pussy still gripping me, pleasure pulsing through her with every thrust. Good. I wanted her ruined and messy and mine.

“Please, please,” she chanted, her head thrown back, tendons stretched in her pretty throat. I wasn’t sure if she wanted mercy or wanted to come again. I wasn’t sure if she’d ever stopped coming from the first orgasm.

Her hands were trapped between us, her vulnerable neck at my mercy. She could only moan and plead as I took her exactly how I wanted, imprinting the shape of my cock, my body, my kisses on her so she’d never forget me again.

“So fucking good for me,” I groaned, dragging my lips up her jaw to her swollen mouth. “Such a good girl, my good girl.”

Her breath hitched and then she was coming again, her inner muscles strangling my cock, not encouraging my release so much as demanding it, dragging it from me whether I liked it or not. I fucking loved it. Loved her.

Her mouth found mine as we reached mutual devastation, lips wrapping around my tongue, pulling it into her mouth so I could claim her there, too. There was no part of her that didn’t completely and utterly belong to me, and I assured her of that fact with every stuttering thrust as I came so hard I couldn’t breathe. Sparks and stars and fireworks—I saw them all behind my eyes.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss, wasn’t loving and slow—it was animalistic and possessive. When I drew back, when her mortal body demanded air, a line of spit still connected us. I licked it off her tongue, a deep sound of approval in my throat at the way her mouth dropped open, her tongue hanging out for more. Beautiful, responsive, and needy, but not nearly messy enough. But there was plenty of time for that; I wasn’t going anywhere.

I wasn’t going to leave until my girl was a sweaty ragdoll covered in my cum. Because she was mine, no matter what curse had drawn us together and torn us apart. The past didn’t matter when my future had her in it.

“Death,” she breathed, blinking at me. “Will you stay?”

I crashed my mouth into hers, frantic for all her kisses. “I’m not going anywhere. You were so perfect for me, so beautifully submissive, so good. And good girls deserve rewards, don’t they?”

She flicked her tongue over her bottom lip. “I don’t think I can come again.”

My smile deepened. “As long as you’re conscious, you can come.”

Her eyes widened.

Yes, little one, I’m not stopping until you pass out.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CAT

“Oh, god,” I breathed when I waddled out of a hot shower the next morning, stiff and sore everywhere. I was walking like a damn cowboy; how was I supposed to blackmail someone like this? Not that I’d reveal the printed copy of Justin Merchant’s medical record if he did what he promised and tracked the photo. If everything went well, I wouldn’t have to reveal that little secret.

I took a step to grab a towel and winced. Damn, I was sore. It was the best kind of sore and I had no regrets, but still. Ten orgasms took a toll on a girl, and Death was a literal god in bed.

“If anyone asks,” I told my reflection, ignoring the ever-present dark circles but eagerly lingering on the marks Death left on my body, “you sprained your ankle on the stairs.”

It was feasible. Ford had a shit-tonne of stairs. Old buildings weren’t exactly equipped with lifts as standard. If you weren’t able bodied, you were screwed here. No ramps, no lifts. It was on brand; Ford was nothing if not hostile to everyone.

I managed to get dry, dressed, and pull my hair into a messy bun without too much discomfort1 and headed down to breakfast to find Justin.

I glanced at Honey’s door as I passed, listening to the sound of soft snoring within. I didn’t wake to wake her; I knew she slept about as well as I did lately, and needed all the rest she could get. I backed up from the door, startling when something crunched under my foot.

“This again,” I whispered, bending to pick up the red rose and its crushed stem. I was lucky I’d worn actual shoes; the thorns would have shredded my feet. Then I’d really be waddling down to the breakfast hall. “Who the fuck is sending these?”

I took the rose with me, not wanting Honey to get distressed like she did every time the creep left a rose for her. I knew it wasn’t Alastor because I’d seen him genuinely irritated over Honey’s secret admirer, but who the fuck else would be sending my friend roses?

“Whoever you are, she’s not interested,” I said, dumping the flower in a bin as I crossed the dining room, scanning the many tables and their sparse occupants. I’d expected early mornings to be crowded with people given the amount of pressure to get perfect scores that came from universities of this level of prestige, but things had gotten lax since the murders started.

I wondered how many people had tried to go home and discovered there was no way off the island, like Duncan had. Anyone who’d been cursed would know exactly why, but what did the others think when they realised we were stuck in a giant fishbowl? Maybe they’d come up with a rational, completely ordinary explanation. Human minds were good at that. I’d been good at that before Halloween.

I didn’t know what I was now. Was I even human, after being cursed, after being the wife of Death, Misery, and Torment?

I chewed my lip as I approached the breakfast station, grabbing an almond croissant and a latte with a double shot of caramel. If I was going to be awake at this time, I might as well make the most of it. My mind strayed to all the mornings Tor had woken me with his tongue on my clit, his warm hands stoking up my body, and I had to shake my head hard to dislodge the memory.

Just because Death and I had been physical didn’t mean everything was back to normal. Nightmare had ruined any chance I had of a future with them. She took her fancy heeled boot to my happiness and poked it full of so many holes it had bled out.

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