Page 66 of Ricochet

I’m still in a state of disbelief at how this night has gone. When I caught Callum coming down that fire escape, I was sure I was going to be spending the night in a jail cell. And every night for the rest of my life.

The fact that Callum has witnessed the last two murders I’ve committed? That he’s enjoyed them in his own twisted way that’s different from my own?

Fuck me.

I could’ve told him a different truth than the one I chose. I could’ve told him about the kind of people my victims are, the only truth that Lacey knows. That I enjoy justice and vengeance nearly as much as the rest of it. But when he told mehistruth, I knew I could trust him with mine. The one I’ve never told another soul. It was a weight off my own. It felt damn fucking good to give Callum that piece of me.

I’d give him all of me.

He was fucking made for me.

I’ve never been more certain of it.

Especially when I feel his cock hardening in his jeans. Mine thickens in response, and I grind down on him. He gasps, and I gulp it down like it’s the freshest, crispest water and I’m dying of thirst.

“Tell me what else you want,” I whisper, my voice deep and earnest, as my lips travel to his jaw and skim down his throat. “I’ll fucking give you anything.”

When I reach the cut along his neck, I have to keep myself from spiraling all over again. It’s not that bad. It’s not evenbleeding anymore. I didn’t want to cut him at all, but fear and desperation took over. I hate myself for it.

I lick along the cut, wanting to soothe it. Most of the blood has dried, but I still taste a burst of copper on my tongue.

Callum moans and thrusts up against me.

I pull back, one brow arched and a grin on my lips. “You really are a freak, aren’t you?”

His face falls.

I bring my hand that’s not still tangled in his hair to the side of his face, hooking my thumb under his chin and lifting his gaze back to mine. “Don’t do that. You’re fucking perfect.”

The light comes back into his eyes, and he says, “I want to suck your cock.”

I groan and bring my mouth back to his, too fucking desperate to go back to being gentle. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, clashing with his. He kisses me back with an equal amount of heat and fervor.

“You don’t have to, Callum,” I whisper breathlessly against his lips.

“Iwantto.”

Another groan leaves me as I pick up the knife and start to stand to cut off the ropes around his wrists.

“Wait.” He peers up at me and swallows. “Leave them.”

I blink down at him. “What?”

“Just…just for now. Please.”

“Why?” I ask, tension between my brows.

“I don’t know.” He looks away, but only for a moment, like he knows I need his eyes on me. Or maybeheneeds that. “I guess I feel…safe. Grounded.”

I told him I’d give him anything he wants, so…

“Okay.” I drop the knife onto the plastic covering the floor. My hands go to the button of my jeans. “Just…bite if I need to stop.” When he grins, I narrow my eyes. “Not too hard, fucker.I’ll take as much pain for you as I need to, but I’m rather fond of my dick.”

“I’m fond of it too,” he says as his gaze drops the moment I have my cock out. He licks his bottom lip, and I stare at the way it shines.

Standing between his legs, I fist my hard length. He dips his head and licks up the bead of precum at the tip. His moan vibrates through me, leaving me gasping for breath.

“Fuck. You’re gonna kill me.”

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