Page 21 of Spiteful Heart

She chuckled softly. “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

The way her lips curled into a soft grin made my mind wander, and I lowered my voice to a bare whisper when I said, “I can think of something else that might get your mind off things.” For a while, at least.

Her look changed, and she gave me an expression that read:show me.

And why shouldn’t we? Why shouldn’t we make time for ourselves during this crazy period in our lives? We could fret all day and all night, go out on the hunt like we’ve been doing, every day for years and never catch this guy. Why should we stop doing what made us feel alive in the first place?

I let go of her hand, taking mine to her neck and curling my fingers around that slender throat. She let out a giggle when I pushed her down to the bed and crawled on top of her. The way she gazed up at me, so comfortable even with my hand tight around her throat, made me warm in more places than one.

“You do look so good when you’re on top of me,” she murmured, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come.

It was then I noticed something: “You’re not wearing the necklace I got you.” Under my hand, her neck was smooth. No chain, no metal to speak of.

“I took it off when I worked out earlier,” she said. “And then I got a call from Newton, and, well, you know what happened after that.” She didn’t seem particularly bothered to have forgotten my necklace.

My gaze narrowed at her, my hand tightening around that slender throat harder, enough to make her gasp. I leaned down, stopping when my body pinned hers down on the bed, my lips near her ear. “I hope you didn’t lose it.”

“I didn’t,” she said. And I believed her. Lola might be many things, but she was no liar. She was a killer, she was crazy, she was everything the world had molded her to be, but she was no liar. She said what was on her mind, and she never said anything she didn’t mean. “Now, are we going to talk about that necklace of yours more, or are you gonna ride this kitty of mine, Sylvie?”

“I hate it when you call me that,” I growled out, leaning my nose against hers. I really, really did. Sylvie was a girl’s name, and I was not a girl—not by a longshot, given the current situation growing and hardening in my pants. I had a cock all right, and soon enough, it’d be inside that sweet pussy of hers, reminding her just how much of a man I was.

Even with my hand on her throat, she managed to lean up and run her tongue up my lips, licking me before saying, “Maybe you should teach me a lesson then, Sylvie?” She giggled again when I let go of her neck and rolled her onto her stomach under me.

Sylvie. Fucking Sylvie. I didn’t remember when she’d first called me that just to poke and tease, and I didn’t know why she wouldn’t just let it go. It was like she saved that name for the worst possible moments, only deciding to use it when she knew it would irk me the most. Probably her way of getting back at me for daring to try to keep this whole serial killer business to myself.

I tugged down her pants, exposing that supple, round ass. No panties, because my girl was a kinky bitch that usually went without. I think she got a thrill of it—and got off knowing how crazy it made all of us. Knowing she was around other people, not wearing anything underneath… oh, yes, Lola loved making me, my brother, and Viper crazy.

Tossing her pants to the side off the bed, they hit the floor. I then worked on taking off her shirt. Not the easiest thing to do, given she was on her stomach under me, but I managed. With a sharp jerk of my fingers, I loosened my tie enough to yank it off…

And then the neck loop slipped over Lola’s head. I didn’t bother moving her hair to the side, letting its blond lengths tangle in the loop before I yanked the tie back, tightening it around her throat. She gasped and writhed under me in a way that told me she was more than down for that. I pulled on it so much she had to bend her head back.

While I held onto the tie and kept a tight hold of it, my other hand went to my belt, loosening it and yanking it off. By the time I freed my cock, I was hard as steel. Every part of me screamed to push inside that cunt, making her unravel on me while I choked her out my goal.

Lola liked it rough. It was a good thing, because while I may be more gentlemanly than my brother, I also knew there was always a time and a place for some brutality. I’d be rough whenever she wanted me to be, and that included right now.

I yanked on the tie around her throat, leaning down over her as I got into position behind her. My other hand grabbed hold of her waist, pulling up her ass in prime fucking position. “You like that?” I asked in a whisper. “My brother isn’t the only one that can be rough with you, Lola. I can be just as hard.”

I ended my words by letting go of her waist, taking my cock in my hand and rubbing it along her exposed backend. Along the curve of her ass, all the way to the lips of her pussy. When I pressed a little harder there, I found she was ready for me, as she always was.

Without another word, I pushed into her, spearing her with my cock in one fell swoop. A low groan came from me, while Lola inhaled sharply at being filled. My back was straight, my head bent back a little, my arm outstretched to the lower end of the tie I still held onto.

Oh, fuck. She felt so good. So good it was unreal. This hole, and every other hole on her body, was mine right now. I planned on reminding her of that as many times as it took. We were in this together. Her, me, and the others. Whatever life threw at us, whatever that fucking serial killer did, we’d come out the victor… because we had to.

The bed became a rough session of fucking. I reminded Lola just how badly she wanted me, reminded myself just how fucking good she felt. I pulled on the tie harder every now and then, choking the air out of her lungs and making her gasp. Over and over, loosening my hold on it just enough that she wouldn’t pass out. Pain, when mixed with pleasure in the right way, could feel even better than most people could dream of.

I ran my other hand down her back, along her spine, my hips swaying to a rhythm only I knew. Her pussy took each and every thrust of my cock, and each time I filled her core up, Lola cried out, filling the room with her whimpers and her sighs. I slapped her ass so hard the skin turned red shortly after, and if she wore the marks of this fucking long after the fact, then so be it.

Eh, she’d like it, anyway, just like she enjoyed wearing spent cum down her inner thighs—her secret way of keeping herself marked as ours.

“Harder,” Lola begged me, barely able to get out the word.

She didn’t need to ask twice.

My pace picked up, the entire bed rocking, bumping against the wall as it swayed under my movements. I pulled the tie looped around her throat back, choking her harder as I fucked her equally as rough.

With her head bent back, her facial expression was exposed to me, and that’s how I saw the blissful, sensual smile on her lips. That’s how I knew she continued to smile, even as she came. The moment an orgasm ripped through her body, her arms gave out; the only reason she didn’t collapse on the bed was because of the tie around her throat and my solid yank on it. Her entire body shook, her eyes practically rolling back in her head, as she was completely lost to the carnal sensation of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Fuck, she was so hot when she was coming undone. Unbelievably hot. So hot, in fact, I couldn’t help it: I came almost simultaneously as I watched her come. My balls slapped against her body as I jerked my hips against her, burying my cock deep into that sweet pussy. A growl of a groan left me, my nerves wracked with pleasure of the highest degree.

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