Page 77 of Razors & Ruin

He clutches my waist and rolls on top of me, his hips heavy between my parted thighs.

“Ikilled her, not Gerald. Choked her to death without hesitation. Held nothing back.”

His confession hits me like a blow. I should feel victorious, but instead, something cold and jagged lodges in my chest, and I realize it’s jealousy.

She did get his blood up after all, the fucking cunt.

Sweeney’s cock is hard, the length nestling along my slit, and he grinds against me as he speaks.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he says, his hand scalding on the cold skin of my inner thigh.

“It’s the ultimate in possession, isn’t it, treacle? What did she have that you didn’t? Why didn’t I kill you, too, and lock your memory away forever?”

He tears my underwear against my hipbone, sliding it down my leg. “Do you think I wanted her more than I want you?”

My head spins with his words, the implications sinking deep into my bones. Why is he saying these things?

“Of course that’s what I thinknow!” I snap. “Youbastard, Sweeney. I lay there on that bloody floor and thought I’d won. How can you say you love me only to torment me so?”

His fingertip finds my clit, and despite everything, I shudder as he works it. My body betrays me as it always does, responding to him no matter the words that pass between us.

I hate him. I love him.It’s all the same, and none of it changes how I feel.

I am bound to him, body and soul. His manipulative, vicious heart has claimed mine forever.

He sinks two fingers inside me, and my traitorous pussy clutches them, trying to pull him deeper. His mouth grazes my ear, and he bites it, driving a moan from my lips.

“You’re wrong, my love,” he says. “I killed Veronica because she came up short. And Johanna wasn’t mine after all. Deep down, I knew.”

I gasp in shock, and he skewers me deeper, silencing my questions. “But none of that shit matters now.”

My mind reels, and all begins to crystallize.

I’m starting to understand.

Johanna was a figment of his imagination, a delusion. And Veronica is nothing but dust. He couldn’t control her the way he controls me. She didn’t give herself to him the way I do.

That’s why she died at his hands.

“You said it, Nellie—you’remy perfect match.”

Sweeney withdraws his fingers and sits back on his heels, freeing his cock.

“The only one who’d kill for me, bleed for me, die for me. You’ve taken everything I had to give, deep and hard in every slutty hole, and never once did you try and make me into something I’m not. I murdered Veronica because she wouldn’t love me good, but you and me?”

He grabs my head with both hands. “We’ve got it bad, so sublimely fucking bad. You’re everything I need.”

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Iopen my mouth and surrender to the invasion.

His cock is slick with pre-come, juicy and hot between my lips, and I suck him deep into my throat. It burns with the stretch, still agonizingly sore from where my man’s feral rage almost sent me to oblivion.

“Take it,” Sweeney snarls. He moves me along his shaft until I cough, the sensation like swallowing shattered twigs. “You get it all, treacle. Every nasty inch is yours, so you better take good care of me.”

I choke down the pain, reveling in it.

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