Page 71 of The Girl and the Cobra

Orgasm after orgasm, only Tristan knows when he’s sated, and by the time he finally stands and licks his lips, a hungry expression on his face, I lost count of how many times he made me come. That tongue of his definitely has superpowers. The mere thought of his mouth between my legs makes my thighs clench and my core tighten.

Eyes half-lidded, Tristan grabs me by the hips and hoists me up, holding me against the wall so that my pussy is level with his rock-hard cock, and he buries his nose into my wet hair seconds before his hips jerk forward. His length enters me with one thrust, filling me up with no friction whatsoever. After all those orgasms, I must be dripping wet for him.

We switched from condoms to oral contraceptives, and let’s just say both of us prefer it this way. With nothing separating us, we are one. His cock nestles inside of me like it was meant to be there, like my body is its home.

Neither of us say a single word, but it’s obvious with the way he holds onto me, with how urgently he moves his hips and spears me with his cock, that he needs me just as much as I need him. Alone we are lost, but together we are strong. We can overcome. We can thrive.

I wrap my arms around his neck and lose myself to the sensation of being fucked by the man I love. There is nothing more intimate, nothing more sensual and erotic, than surrendering like this.

Over the noise of the shower, I hear Tristan’s deep voice murmur, “I love you.”

I’m seconds from saying it back, but he jerks his hips against me and fills me up in a way that brings out a moan from my lips. My moaning becomes my reply as I weave my fingers into the hair on the back of his head and hold on as he fucks me like I carry the answers to the universe’s oldest, most important questions.

Tristan’s hands on my sides dig into my skin a little harder, a telltale sign that he’s about to come. Harsh, rough grunts come from him as he plunges his length into me with renewed vigor, and my core tightens around his cock in anticipation.

When he comes, he comes with a vengeance, jerking against me hard enough to push the air out of my lungs. A sound that’s more like a growl than anything else echoes from his strong lungs, and inside me a warmth blossoms as his cock empties. His movements grow jerkier, less rhythmic, and eventually he slows to a halt, balls-deep in me, like he’s trying to plug up his cum in me and stop it from leaking out.

“I love you,” Tristan says it again, sounding so desperate, so urgent, as if he can’t say it enough.

“I love you,” I whisper the words back, watching as he lifts his head and meets my eyes. I can tell just by the mischievous glint that appears in their dark hue that he’s not quite done with me yet—and to that I only have one thing to say.

Bring it on. Let’s wear this shower out, and then when the water runs cold, we’ll do the same thing to the bed.

This is the start of a new chapter in my life, a chapter I never thought I’d see, and for the first time ever, I can honestly say I’mready for it. Ready and wanting. There isn’t a single thing I can’t handle, provided Tristan is at my side.

Chapter Thirty-One – Tristan

The next morning, I find Wolf in his office. I don’t know how he got home, but I didn’t see any extra cars out there. When I stroll into his office, I see him sitting at his desk, with a new pair of glasses resting on his nose as he intently types something up on his laptop. I don’t say a word right away, I wait until he’s done typing, until he closes the laptop and looks up at me with the same emotionless, icy expression he always wears when he looks at me.

“Tristan,” Wolf remarks. “I trust Mabel is faring well after last night’s events?” Just the way he asks, as if he’s referring to a long night and not a night that could’ve resulted in her death, pisses me off.

“She’s fine, no thanks to you.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

I glance over my shoulder, just to be sure Mabel isn’t nearby. I know she’s not, but better safe than sorry. “How ironic it is that he found Mabel last night, the very same night we happened to run a little late.”

All Wolf does is stare at me, not denying any of it.

“You put trackers in her shoes because you wanted me to find her.” At my sides, my hands curl into fists. “You put her in danger to test me.”

Wolf’s jaw grinds, and he lifts a finger. “Shut the door.” It’s only after the door is closed and I am seated on the opposite side of his desk that he says, “I’ll be honest with you. I didn’t know what would happen last night. Did Robert Hayes find Mabel only because someone sent some information his way?” He shrugs. “Perhaps.”

I shake my head once and mutter, “You son of a bitch.”

“I did want to see what you would do. I’ll admit, I am a bit shocked you didn’t kill him. Let me guess: Mabel stopped you. She didn’t want you to kill him.” When I only glare at him, Wolf snickers. “I underestimated her—and you, by extension. When Atticus told me about everything you did in Cypress and the reason why, I thought you were a lost cause.”

I imagine myself launching over his desk and strangling him—not for his doubt in me, but because he put Mabel’s life on the line just to test me.

“When I was contacted by Mabel’s father, I was struck by how similar your cases were. Perfect timing it turned out to be. I hoped to use Mabel, to see if you truly did change at all, or if you simply moved your obsession from your sister to your current fascination. The mere fact that Robert Hayes was not shot immediately tells me all I need to know. Congratulations, Tristan, you’ve managed to surprise even me.”

Hard as it is, I push the thoughts of murder out of my mind as I ask him one simple question: “Why? It isn’t like I can ever leave this house by myself. I’m stuck here, so why does it matter to you if I changed or not?”

Wolf leans back in his leather chair. “You and Mabel were my first patients in a while. Mabel was your test, but you were mine.”

“What?” It’s the only word I can say. I wasn’t expecting that.

“I am a man who needs to fix things. I like order. People like you and me, we go against the natural order. We push boundaries. Sometimes we step across them and, in doing so, break them. You’re not the only killer in the room… but you knew that from the beginning, didn’t you? From the very first moment you saw me, you knew we were alike in that way.”

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