Page 77 of The Shadows We Keep

The click of the plastic cap opening fills the glass enclosure, grabbing her attention and pulling her eyes back to me. “Eyes on the wall, baby, just feel what I’m going to do to you. Remember, you asked for this.”

I coat my fingers, rubbing the excess around the toy being careful to keep it out of the stream of the steaming water.

“Play with that clit for me, love. But don’t you dare make yourself come.” Her right-hand slides down the tiles, disappearing in front of her. But I know the moment she rubs the sensitive nub between her folds, and my finger pushes through the tight ring of muscles not used to the intrusion.

“Breathe and relax for me,” I coax in her ear, slipping in fully. When her body moves against me, I add another digit, stretching her further and dropping more lube against her hole. When it no longer feels like a fight, I pull free from her body. A sharp hiss meets my ears. But the toy replaces my fingers quickly, and she mewls at the introduction.

“How does that feel, little one.”

“So good, Sir.”

“That’s only the beginning. I’ll have you seeing the galaxy before the water turns cold.”

I grab my rock-hard cock, lining it up to her perfectly displayed entrance and drive home. Stopping to adjust to her vice-like heated grip on my dick.

“Fuck, Harkin,” she yells, her sentiment echoing off the glass.

“I’ll let that one slip, baby, but just this one because you feel like the most euphoric drug running through my veins.”

I reach between our bodies, finding the toy and hit the button hiding at the base. The toy comes to life vibrating against the thin wall between us inside her. Her whimpers come immediately, spurring my body back into motion.

“Color.” I grunt.

“Green. Fucking, green, sir.”

My hand cracks against her ass but she’s so lost in the pleasure I doubt she has any clue what’s spewing from those pouty lips. My hips retreat pounding into her body, her ass meeting me thrust for thrust. When her pussy tightens against me, quivering against my assault, I know she’s close.

“Do you think you deserve to come, sweetness?” I roar the question, seconds from doing exactly that.

“Please, I need to come. I can’t…” But her words cut off as her breath quickens and she spasms around me throwing her head back in ecstasy. The damn goddess pulls me off the cliff into the abyss with her.

I pull out, spilling onto her ass, smearing the cum quickly into her marked skin, staining her further, claiming every last inch of her body as mine before the water can wash it away. My chest heaves, fighting to pull in a decent breath in the humid bathroom.

Her body sways, and I quickly move forward, flipping the shower off, gently pulling the still vibrating toy from her body. Her soft whine at the shift in pressure has my satiated cock twitching for another round. Ignoring it, I hoist her limp form into my chest and walk out of the shower.

“You did so good, baby. Such a good girl for me.”

She doesn’t respond, but a small smile pulls at her lips. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted, no, needed in a partner. The vixen might drive me fucking insane, but the way she melts for me is nothing compared to what that smile just did to my insides. The cold stone around my heart fractures, another piece chipping away and she worms her way further inside.

THIRTY-TWO

KEIRA

Wicked as They Come – CRMNL

Afloorboard creaks, pulling me from my fitful sleep. My body is deliciously sore, but when the soft cotton sheets glide against my bare ass, I hiss at the contact. Harkin had coated the marks in a cream last night after he dropped me in bed, brought me water, and a couple Advil. My brain replays the scene from the shower in a half conscious, half dream-like state I’m still wrapped up in tightly.

Then that sound comes again, but this time it’s closer. I can sense I’m in bed alone. Because Harkin’s hard, muscled body isn’t attached to my side. When I crack open one sleep-filled eye, a figure looms in the shadows of the hallway just standing there.

My body instantly pebbles in goosebumps. I can’t tell if it’s real or a figment of my imagination. My sleep demon summoned by a terrible dream that was probably based in the reality of my life. I lie still, not sure if it’s because I’m stuck in sleep paralysis, or because I’m simply too freaked out to move.

I should call out; see if it’s Harkin. Figure out if I’m getting myself worked up for nothing. But something deep down tells me that’s not the right call and I’ve spent my entire life listening to that gut feeling to keep myself safe.

Fuck, it better be him and not some psychopath off the streets. The blackened form stalks toward the bed, but I will my body not to move for two reasons. If it's him, this could all be a game where he wants me unknowing and afraid, and I love to play our games. If it's not, the smooth hilt my fingers are tightly gripping from behind the headboard won't have a problem freeing me from the situation.

I close my eyes and relax my body, stilling my breathing to listen to the changes in the room. The form’s taking its time moving closer. The air electrifies, heating with the change in body count when he makes it to the edge of the mattress. My fingers work smoothly to the pull knife from its clip making sure that the rest of my arm seems only to be offering my head extra support under my pillow.

And then it happens at whirlwind speed. The intruder pulls my feet off the bed, my body following close behind. I hit with an ungraceful thud, right on my sore ass cheeks. I’m exposed completely, the sheet abandoning my naked body.

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