Page 49 of Moth to a Flame

Regan’s gun stays tucked in her leggings. This gives me hope. Not like I needed it. I’d have made her mine whether she likes itor not. Though, yeah, the fact that she doesn’t point it at me is a small comfort.

“I am here, that’s right.”

My cock strains against my jeans with the need to own her. Possess her. Make her understand that I will never, ever hurt her. I want her alive. I need her to keep breathing even when I’m long gone.

“You…Can’t you see you terrify me?” She pulls her lips in, trying to look away again. Fuck if I’ll let her. I force her to stare at me, and her expression hardens in my tight grip. “You said you wouldn’t kill me. How am I supposed to believe that when you won’t tell me why you killed those men?”

“They looked at you.” Telling her I’m a jealous bastard is the lesser of two evils, it seems like. So be it. “They looked at what’s mine. You, little lamb? I would never hurt you. I’ll stab myself in the chest and tear my heart out before I even dream of doing that.”

Her large eyes drill holes into my head. I let her see everything. How honest I am. This is the most truthful I’ve been in my life.

“You won’t.” Her back arches, and I groan at the feel of her soft body pressing to mine. “You won’t kill me.”

Her nails bite into my skin.

They don’t stay there.

She lets go and her gun—fucking Jigsaw—is right there, between us.

One second passes.

Crack.

I stare at her, shocked. In love. “You pistol-whipped me.”

“That’s for lying to me.” She knees me in the balls.

Is it sick that it turns me on? Probably. “What was that for?”

“For scaring me when you knew.” Her breath hitches. “You knew, yesterday. That I was raped. You still decided to come here and scare the shit out of me with that photo.”

A smirk tugs at my lips. “I dare you to tell me you didn’t like it.”

“I didn’t. I saw the photo on your laptop, and at first, I was okay, and then—”

The spot where she hit me throbs and I welcome the pain. I welcome Regan’s anger just the same, crushing my lips to hers and kissing her.

“You forced me into this room where no one could see what you were doing to me.” The accusations are blurted out between a hundred violent kisses. A million of them. “Where no one could see you hurting me.”

There’s that gun again in my periphery. I grip her wrist, pinning it up against the wall.

“Fuck, youaregoing to kill me.”

She’s beyond listening to words, so I wrangle the gun from her hand and slam it against the nearby metal table. Regan reaches for it as soon as I start kneeling before her.

“You could hit me again.” I can’t get her leggings and panties off fast enough. Can’t say another word before I give in to my most base needs, part her lips, and taste every inch of her pussy. “But that second one might knock me out.” Another lick. I swirl my tongue on her clit, flicking the tip on the sensitive spot that she pushes into my face. “Then I won’t get to make you come. Do you really want that?”

“No.” Her hands are in my hair, the gun forgotten as she begs for more of me, and yes. Justyes. “Please, Landon. Don’t stop.”

“So am I? Going to kill you?” I’m being a prick, barely touching her with my tongue until I get the answer I need. I slide a finger up her slit, her lips, her clit slowly. Softly. “Tell me, Regan.”

“No, you won’t.”

“You can do better than that.” I blow a hot breath on her wet pussy, holding her up by her gorgeous thighs when her knees buckle.

“Fuck. Touch me. Touch me. I can’t feel you, Landon.” Her hooded eyes meet mine. “Please, I need you. I need you so goddamn much.”

“That’s my good girl.”

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