Page 16 of Beatitude

“I don’t know them all, but one was my now ex.”

“Your ex as inPip.” She nods softly, not meeting my gaze.

“Devon,” She says his name and I grab her, pulling her in for a rough kiss. She whimpers as I pull her tongue into my mouth and suck the length of it before sucking on her upper lip and then her lower.

“Never soil your perfect mouth with that name again.” Her eyes are wide as she stares at me, her swollen lips parted as soft pants escape. “Say the word and I’ll kill him.” I whisper even though she doesn’t have to say a word, no this fuck wasalready on my shit list for touching her, but knowing that he attacked her…he’s dead.

“Gonna be hard for you to do anything if you want me to kill you.” She whispers against my mouth as her hand runs over my cock.

I growl possessively against her mouth, “I’ll figure it out, don’t you fucking worry. He’s a dead man.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispers while nipping on my jaw. Fuck this feels so good.

“Mhm,” I moan while closing my eyes, enjoying the feel of her.

“I like that you don’t want anyone to touch me.”

I peek open one eye. “No one is worthy enough.”

“But you told me to kill you, if you’re dead, someone else might have to touch me.” I snatch her by her throat and bring her to look me in the eyes.

“No onetouches you, except me.” She grips my throat and gives me the same intense stare.

“Then you better stay the fuck alive. Because you die, and I’m fucking any and everyone just to piss you off.” She smirks and I snap. I’m up in an instant, slamming her into a wall while gripping my cock and slamming it inside her cunt without warning. She releases a sharp cry at the intrusion but I don’t care. Walking outside onto the balcony, I set her on the metal railing and she gasps as I lean her over it.

“Ronan!” she cries as her arms hold the railing with everything she has as she hangs upside down. I ignore her as my fingers dig into her thighs, while I fuck her deeper and harder. “Ronan! I’m going to fall!” She cries through her moans.

“If you fall,” I grunt between thrusts. “I fall with you, Angel.You’re right, I can’t leave you in this world, and I can’t be in this world without you—fuck!” I roar, tossing my head back. She screams as her hands slip but my hold is firm as I grind her clit against my pubic bone. She screams again, this time out of pleasure as she releases, I pull back as her fluid rushes from her center. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I grind out, ramming into her again and again as her walls tighten around my pulsating cock. “Such a good girl, so fucking drenched. Right there, Angel, that’s it, tighten that cunt around my cock, fuck…Everly!” Crying out, I slam into her rapidly as I shoot my load deep inside her quivering body.

Once I finish, I pull her up and when I do, her eyes roll and she goes limp in my arms. “Sorry, Angel,” I smirk, kissing her head. “Guess I took too long.”

EVERLY

SIX

Groaning, I open my eyes, my head throbbing. Looking around the hotel room, I note the almost too-clean smell. Not what I’d expect considering there’s a dead man on the floor.Fuck, a dead man.What is the matter with me? How have I allowed it to get this far? What am I doing? I’ve been responsible for two deaths in as many days and why? Because I get off on a possessive killer wanting me? I shouldn’t be this way. It’s sick. I know it is but, I crave Ronan more than I crave my next breath. It’s something I’ve never felt before, I can’t explain it and it’s terrifying because he has awakened a darkness inside me that I know will never go back to sleep. And I don’t want it to, I want more, I crave more. I want to see how far we can push each other, find our limits and then break through them.

Sitting up, I wince, my body aching from last night. I can’t believe everything that happened. The knife, Ronan taking me from behind, the balcony. I passed out while we had sex on the balcony and I don’t remember coming or him bringing me tothe bed. Yet here I am. I’m naked, but I feel clean and I smell like the hotel’s lotion, which I didn’t put on last night. I look around the room, a gasp escaping me when I see the body is gone. There’s no blood, no body, no Ronan. Anxiety fills me as I climb out of bed, stumbling around. His bag is gone.

Turning to the mattress, I see clothes folded neatly with a small paper wrapped bouquet. Looking at the flowers, I notice the soft white petals as they turn downward in a tear or bell shape. They’re so sad, yet beautiful. Bringing them to my nose, I inhale deeply, allowing the green, spring scent to consume me before putting them down and picking up the clothes. I slip into the high waisted jeans and cropped tank before sliding on the plaid over-shirt.

“Really?” I chuckle, looking at the shoes on the floor. “You know my shoe size? Do I even want to know how he figured that out?”

“A ruler,”

“FFFFUCK!” I shriek at Ronan’s voice as I stumble back onto the bed. He raises a dark blond brow as a smirk plays on his face.

“You alright there, Angel?” He teases before handing me a bag. “Breakfast,” he replies to my questioning stare.

“You got me breakfast?” I ask as he hands me a coffee. “Where’s the?—”

“Eat up,” he interrupts. “We’re heading out in ten minutes.”

“Where are we going?” I ask as he taps something out on his phone.

“Gotta get moving,” he sighs as he slips his phone into his pants pocket. “I need to get across the border, I’ve already been here longer than I should’ve.”

“Wait, am I going with you?” I ask with a piece of a donuthanging out of my mouth. Ronan looks at the pastry and a genuine smile forms on his face as he crouches in front of me and leans in, biting off the end of the donut.

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