Page 22 of One Love

“The first time I saw you was weeks before you sauntered into our casino and threatened a bunch of stuffy old men jacking themselves off at the prospect of making more money.” I’m listening to his words, putting pieces of the puzzle together, but also enjoying the sting at my neck as I push into him instead of away.

Riding his thigh, I’m aware of my pussy getting wetter and wetter as I get what I want from him.

“I wish I could say it was a chance encounter.” Fuck. He’s talking and, little by little, he’s piercing my skin with the tip of my own knife. My skin tickles under the light tear of blood I can feel dripping down the side of my neck. “But, my little demon, when you walked in dressed like vengeance and murder with fire burning in your eyes, that’s when I fell for you.” He’s talking about that night at the casino when I’d worn my red dress and pretended to be a high-rolling airhead.

“Got a lot of cameras on me?” My voice is barely recognizable as I fist his button-down shirt with my free hand and bring him close to me so I’m speaking into his mouth.

“All of them. Every piece of technology I can control swings in your direction.” His mouth drops on mine and we assault each other like this kiss is the only way to survive. I’m pulling and he’s pushing, I’m rubbing myself as he pops open my leathers, my zipper practically disintegrating under his blazing touch. “I watch you. I consume you.” His hand now in my pants, he groans. Guess he can feel the lack of panties on my end.

“I could kill you for invading my privacy.” My threat would be a hundred times more convincing if there was any bite to it. There isn’t, though. I sound like I’m two strokes away from completely coming apart. It’s fucking embarrassing but I’m just going to chalk it up to stress and needing relief.

“You could.” Lips and mouths and tongues are at war as his fingers find my clit before they push into me and curl like he’s telling me to follow him. I bite the meaty part of his shoulder, making sure I leave a mark as my chest heaves, breathing hard and fast, the familiar fog of pleasure making me dizzy with anticipation.

His hand fucks my cunt with the same desperation with which his lips own my mouth. It’s raw and uncalculated, filled with rage that isn’t aimed at me but channeled through me nonetheless. My tongue searches his out, my teeth needing to sink into something again as my orgasm builds and builds, my whole body shaking like an earthquake taking complete control and ravaging every inch of the city.

Dmitry pulls back from the kiss and I’m barely able to hold back a whimper at the loss of him.

A fucking whimper? But goddammit, I want to feel good. I want to escape the pain and the loss and the worry and fucking rage that boils inside me every second of every day.

I want to forget, even if it’s for a minute. One blissful minute of pure nothingness.

One blissful minute of being someone else’s priority for once.

Holding me prisoner with his stare, his scar only making his eye more prominent, more hypnotizing, he speaks words I can barely register as his fingers go deep enough for his entire palm to press against my clit. “The moment you winked at the camera of the casino, you became mine.” Taking the knife away from my throat, he scrapes up my blood and brings it to my lips, spreading it from left to right and barely trying to avoid cuttingme. Then he hands me the blade, his hand closing around mine at the hilt, and brings it to his neck, giving himself a twin cut and repeating the action on my lips.

“I may not be yours yet, Little Demon, but I’m a patient man. I’m a giving man.” He curls his fingers one last time, and as my orgasm explodes from my pussy to the very nerve endings on my scalp, he shares our blood. Devouring my mouth, he licks and bites my tongue as I convulse in his hand, fucking it hard until the force of it leaves me breathless and spent.

Until the calm of nothingness appeases my mind for that perfect moment in time.

Taking his hand out of my pants, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them as his eyes bore into mine, telling me a million things without speaking a single word. He dares me to…what? Be offended?

I’d be offended if he didn’t lick my cum after fingering me. Eating my pussy is a privilege and my cum should never go to waste.

“I will bring your enemies to you on a silver platter and I’ll gladly give you the tools to make them suffer.” I blink at his confession, my brows furrowing in confusion. Now that my senses aren’t being sabotaged by my libido, I remember that I don’t fucking know him. And this? It’s just a means to a very satisfying end.

“I appreciate your declaration of…whatever that was, but let me tell you something…” I bring my blade to his shirt and wipe it off. “I don’t need you, or any man, to bring my enemies to me. I’ll grab those motherfuckers myself and I’ll watch them die slowly, at my hands.” My mouth lands on his once more because, well, he tastes like me and I’m fucking delicious. “But if you like watching so much, make sure you tune in for the show.”

Dmitry’s face is priceless. Eyes bright with lust and a perfect mouth wide with amusement. I’m not trying to make him laugh, my aim is to make him let go of this infatuation.

It’s not happening.

Zipping up my pants, I look down at his raging hard-on then take the paper out of my back pocket before slapping it on his chest, a full-on grin on my face.

“Thanks for the orgasm and I’m sorry I can’t return the favor.” I wink and walk out, grabbing my gun on the way, whistling and imagining his face when he looks at the paper I gave him.

Because, bitch, I have my own rules.

“Duly noted, Little Demon. Duly fucking noted.”

Chapter Eight

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Some fucker’s keeping my little demon busy with dead bodies to clean up and I don’t like it. Going a whole week without seeing her in the flesh after finally experiencing what can only be described as pure fucking bliss is excruciating. Yeah, I could just turn up on her doorstep, but she’s not quite ready for that yet.

Soon.

I’m the tortoise, slow and steady, enjoying every single moment of build up to the win. Because she’s worth all of it; the pain, the longing, the time and effort I put into watching her each and every day.

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