Page 39 of Toxic Things I Love About You

“Tell me, Emilee. What has you so fucking hot and we haven’t even started?”

I wanted to talk, but he slammed in the last few inches and all I could do was groan out a cry of pleasure as he hit me so deep my toes curled and my entire body tingled.

“I like to see them beg, Emilee. Maybe I should make you beg?”

He pulled out and thrust back in harder.

He pressed into me, making me feel every single inch.

“Tell me, Butterfly. What is your favorite part? Is it when they cry? Or when they scream?”

He slammed into me again as his hand ran over my back and wrapped around the back of my neck, holding me down. I screamed for him as he pounded his thick cock inside me again and again.

“What has you so fucking wet? It is my cock?”

I moaned. He pressed inside me slowly this time.

“Yes. No. Oh God.”

He pressed against me, his hips held tight against my ass as he leaned down.

“Tell me, Emilee, is it that you’ll soon be my wife?”

His free hand slid between me and the desk, down to my pussy, where he pressed against my clit. Seconds later I was panting, unable to stop myself from coming when he pulled out and thrust inside me again and again. There was no more talking as he made me come. The entire world was a buzzing sound of nothing. He fucked me hard and fast, rolling one orgasm into another as he chased after his own release.

I was a panting mess of nerves as he teased my clit and fucked me harder and harder. Words were beyond me. He released my neck, but I was far too weak to do anything besides remain there, bent over his desk, taking every thrust. When I was on the brink of pain and pleasure, the sweet feel of his cock twitching inside me and the bite of his hands digging into my hips pushed me over one more time. The warm heat of him filled me. After a second or maybe a few minutes, he leaned back over me, still buried inside me, and he kissed my neck and then whispered in my ear.

“I guess it doesn’t matter why you were so wet, because now it’s me inside you. It’s me that will be the wetness between your thighs. It’s me filling your sweet little cunt as we go kill off one more person who pissed me off.”

THIRTEEN

roman

The day was still young,and I had a thought.

“We’ll go get this guy, but first, how do you feel about a shooting range? I need to teach you how to use that gun properly.”

I opened the door for her to my car, and she paused.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

I blew out a breath.

“You deserve a fucking spanking with the way you talk back, princess.”

She dragged her teeth over her lip, and I missed her hand reach out and rub over the outline of my cock.

“Oh, Romy-poo. I can’t wait. Now take me to your gun people, or whatever you call it.”

She got in, sat down, and buckled up. All while I was still processing how this woman could drive me insane and turn me on all at the same time.

“Safety first, Romy, go get in and buckle up. I’ve got people to shoot.”

This woman could make my fucking heart lighter, and I didn’t even know that was a thing. I didn’t know until now. Hell, I even did as she asked. It was probably going to be a long few weeks to get down to all the issues that her taking over had created.

It had me wondering though, just when did all this drama start? She might be the one seeing the fallout, but something told me that she wasn’t exactly why the fallout was happening. Her father had created a mess, and Emilee was unlucky.

“Emilee, did you know much about your dad’s business before you killed him?”

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