Page 22 of Kiss, Kill, Thrill Me, Daddy

“Please,” I whisper. My dick is so hard it could cut glass, and I’ve never needed to come more in my life. “Abi.” The only thing that matters in this world is the man currently holding me in his arms. My kidnapper. My one-way ticket to damnation. My alleged husband.

Sweet merciful Goddess, I’m close. His fingers areplundering my entrance with abandon now. He pulls away but I chase after him, wanting to bury my face in his neck.

“Look at me,” he commands. I stare at him hazily, enthralled by the expression on his face. There are trace amounts of fear hidden away, but for the most part, he just looks so fucking happy. Content. Like this is what he’s been waiting for all his life. “You’re mine now. To have.” He twists his fingers inside me, pulling a moan out of me by sheer force and determination. “To hold.” Oh, fuck. Is he ...? He can’t be serious. He’s reciting vows? “To worship, Tatum St. James.” His lips slam against mine, cementing our bond. My body feels like fire. The way he holds my pleasure above everything else—social decorum included—makes me feel like I’m the most important man in the world. And maybe I am. To him, at least. “In sickness. In health.”

“Oh, Goddess, Abi. Please. I need ...”

“To love. Because I do. I love you, Tatum. I know you’ve asked me not to say it, but I cannot lie to you, I won’t.”

“I know,” I say, nodding as I fuck his hand. “It’s okay.” The fabric that’s hiding me from him feels like an abomination. It has no right keeping us apart. I open my mouth to tell him to rip the motherfuckers off me, but all that escapes is another moan, and the word “fu-u-uck” in a voice I don’t even recognize.

“Til death.” He strikes my prostate again, and I feel the fabric of my jock dampen. I’m not sure if I’ve come, or if I’m just pouring pre-cum like tap water. I’ve never felt this hard in my life. “Til death, baby. Right?”

“I’m gonna come,” I moan into his mouth. “Abi, I’m gonna—I’m about to ...” I clamp down on my bottom lip, ignoring the way it stings when my teeth pierce flesh. I like the burn. I fuckinglivefor it.

“I do,” he barks, and all I can do is nod, unsure what he’s asking of me. “‘I do.’ Say it.”

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. My cock twitches one final time and then I erupt, drenching the fabric of my jock as I scream, “I do,” at the top of my lungs. Every muscle in my body spasms as the orgasmovertakes me. It’s like the room’s gone supernova, imploding and sucking in every trace of life until the only things left are our racing hearts. “I do. Oh, Goddess, Abi. Yes!”

“So fucking beautiful,” he rasps into my ear as one hand cups my bulge like he’s holding on for dear life. I’m a shaky mess of a man at the moment, and I can barely see straight after the world-shattering orgasm he’s just given me. I dip my finger beneath the fabric and collect some of my load for him. When my hand is out of my jock and heading his way, his eyes are wide.

“Here,” I say. “Made it special. Just for you.”

His eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No. Last night, you said?—”

“Last night, I was an asshole.” Inching closer, I kiss the tip of his nose, because it’s there and it’s adorable. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. Please, forgive me.”

A smile quirks in the corners of his mouth. “Forgiven.”

“Just like that?”

He chuckles. “Of course, just like that. Did you expect me to hold it against you for days?”

“For weeks. Months, maybe.”

Rather than respond, he takes me by the wrist and brings my hand toward him, eyes closed, mouth open and ready for me. He’s letting me make the final trek of the journey as if he’s worried I’ll change my mind. I might not be any closer to figuring out what the hell we’re going to do about this impromptu marriage situation, but I’m close enough to his mouth to give him something to appreciate. His tongue is sticking out, and I place my finger on top, my body shaking when he wraps his tongue around the tip. He moans like a dog in heat, and it sends shockwaves through me.

“Fuck, Tatum.”

“Is it okay?” I ask, my cheeks scalding. “I don’t taste bad, do I? Nito said it tastes like?—”

“Tatum,” he barks, startling me. “Nyet to Nito. He is anasshole, and when we return to Texas, he will be lucky to walk away with his life.”

“You don’t have to?—”

Abi shakes his head insistently. “No one hurts you. We are going to destroy his entire world until all he has left are his demons.” Abi licks a stripe of cum from my palm and moans. “No one will ever hurt you again. Not as long as I’m around.”

He licks every drop of cum from my hand, and the look of appreciation on his face feels impossible. I’ve never had anyone treat my load like a four-course meal, but that’s exactly how he makes it seem. I wonder if I’ll ever have the chance to taste him. Just the thought is enough to send blood pumping in the right direction.

I waggle my eyebrows at him, feeling playful. “Are you ready for round two?”

CHAPTER 4

TATUM

I’ve learned something over the last three days: car trunks are not the most comfortable means of travel for multi-day trips. It’s not the first time I’ve ridden back here, but it is the first time Abi and I have actually needed to use it. Normally, he shoves me in here because he says he likes to cuddle as Fee drives. With Scotty and Brody having commandeered the back seat as a love nest of sorts, and Fee’s luggage taking up the passenger side, our only other option would be strapping ourselves to the roof. I mean, we could always just put the luggage in the trunk and have Abi sit up front while I wedge myself between Scotty and the car door. But, no. No thank you to that idea. One inch between us is one too many. At least there are no pets to worry about. Daisy was supposed to come with us, but Barb seemed beside herself at the prospect of being left alone, so Fee agreed to let her puppysit while we’re away.

Abi’s been quiet for most of the morning, which would normally be fine by me, but we’re the only two back here, so the fucking least Abi could do is keep me company to heal the hurt my biffle’s actions have caused with his great betrayal.

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