Page 2 of The Hand that Frays

She nods. “I did. They only get supervised visitation right now. Part of his release terms. We’ll wait for the grandma to leave with them before we move in.”

Somewhere along the line, Lyla had taken my vigilante streak further than I ever could, becoming the voice of those who could no longer speak or fend for themselves. I’ve always had a specific brand of blood I liked painting my skin with.

I drove us wherever—if it was newsworthy, and Lyla deemed it worth our time.

She’s become quite the detective.

“So, we’re on a stakeout?” I ask, settling back into the seat.

“We’re on a stakeout.” She says it as if it’s our first one.

We’ve been on hundreds at this point.

I close my eyes. “Mm. Tell me when I’m needed again, stupid love.”

I feel her slide across the car, settling her body over my lap before her lips find mine. “You’re needed.”

I grin against her kiss, encircling her moan with my tongue as she breathes into my mouth. My hands rise to her hips as she grinds over my hardness.

“Am I, then?”

“I always need you, Neo.”

“Stupid girl, I’ll still need you when I’m six feet under.”

She chuckles. “What will you need me for, then?”

I shrug, gripping her hips firmly in my hands and watching her bloom as her head falls back and she moans.

“That. I’ll need you for that.”

“To moan for you? Neo Wade, do you want me to haunt you?”

I grasp her throat, tugging her back to my lips as I dust mine across hers ever so slightly, relishing in her speeding breaths.

“You already haunt me, stupid girl. With every fucking breath you take. Every moan. Every time that your pretty little cunt grips me tightly. You’ve haunted me from the moment you crawled across my floor at that godforsaken asylum.”

“Fuck, the things you say,” she grumbles, crashing her lips to mine.

The kiss turns heated, and it’s not long before I open the door.

“Get out,” I tell her, and she eyes me with a gleam of defiance, noting the tone of my voice before she complies.

I get out, pocketing my keys as I undo my jeans and let my cock hang free. “Get on your knees, stupid girl. Worship me like I’m your god.”

She falls to her knees, looking up at me as she licks the pre-cum from the head of me. “I don’t believe in God at this point, Neo.”

“Fuck,” I grit out, fisting her hair as I pause her torment. “Then worship me like you do the names on the pages of your notebook of death.”

“Book of the Dead.” Her lips turn rueful. “I like that.”

She looks like an Egyptian princess veiled in the surrounding night as I shove her onto my cock, spearing through her throat like a man out of control.

“Mmm,” she mumbles around me, and I arch forward, wanting to be as deeply rooted inside her as I fucking can.

“That’s a good girl. Suck your god’s cock like a good little whore.” My taunting words will only drive her higher.

On cue, she adds a hand, driving me wild.

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