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"So good," I breathe out, "you're so good for me."

That seems to encourage him a bit because he thrusts harder, determined to make up for any missed time we had.

"Fuck, keep doing that. Just like that," I whine, already feeling my body building again.

"Anything for you, cupid," he says while bringing a thumb to my clit and lightly pinching it between his fingers. My eyes shoot open as the combination of pain and pleasure sends me over the ledge.

"That's it. Come all over my cock," he growls, and I do exactly that with my pussy pulsing around him.

I clamp down and scream in pleasure as waves of what feels like electric shocks rush through me, and I come. He follows closely behind, shooting his release into the condom and grunting my name. "Poppy.”

Chapter 10

Corbin

Ipull out, and she scoots fully onto the bed without saying another word. Her eyes bounce around the room nervously, and I'm not really sure what to do now, which makes things a little awkward. We're apparently good at sex and not so good at the talking bits. Turning on my heels, I go to the bathroom to wash myself off and toss out the condom.

I’m supposed to be mad at her for what she did last year, but being around her makes it so hard.

When I return, she's already dressed and sitting at the edge of the bed while toying with her fingers in her lap. She glances over with a conflicted look, and I can’t stop myself from being an asshole.

"Was that all you came here for?"

"You really think that?" Her eyes droop, and she seems hurt by the accusation, but what am I to believe?

"I’m sorry. I’m just worried you’re going to take off again, and I won’t see you for another year."

"I told you we needed to talk, and I came here to do that. I wasn't planning on..." she trails off and closes her eyes to take a deep breath.

I grab my clothes off the floor, deciding this conversation will probably go better if I'm not the only one naked, and then head toward the living room. "Come on. We can talk out here."

I sit in the chair, giving her the loveseat across the room, and wait for her to tell me whatever prompted her return visit. When her eyes meet mine, there is some sort of faint resolution in them, like she’s reconciling something in her mind.

"When I met you last year, I planned on killing you."

"Yeah, that's not exactly the way to win someone over." I raise a brow.

"Can you just let me say what I need to say? It will be less confusing that way."

"Sure, cupid, have at it." I lean back in the chair and rest one of my ankles on my knee.

"Drew was killed on Valentine's Day. You said it was a hit by The Collection, but I didn't know anything about them. What I experienced was my fiancé being brutally murdered right in front of me by a man shouting about the Seven Deadly Sins."

"Fuck." I let my foot fall to the floor as I lean forward, placing my elbows on my knees.

"The guy stabbed him seven times, and when he was confident Drew was dead, he came after me. Luckily, someone intervened before he could kill me too, but it felt like he took everything from me that day. He even made sure to kill himself before the cops came so there would be no justice. Until I met you, the only thing I had to live for since that day was vengeance."

"What do you mean?"

"That nickname you call me. What if I told you there are other people who call me that, too?"

"Other people like who?" I say curiously. She has my full attention at this point.

"The cops. I'm The Cupid Killer. I've killed someone every year for the last six years, choosing one of them to represent each of the seven deadly sins. Seven sins, seven murders. I promised Drew I would make this city pay for taking his life."

That is not what I expected her to say. My thoughts swirl. There's no way in hell this woman is The Cupid Killer. That doesn't make sense at all. She doesn't look like a killer. I guess people don’t usually look like they kill people, but there's no way this beautiful black-haired, brown-eyed goddess sitting in front of me is a serial killer? She has to be fucking with me, although she did hold a knife to my throat last year. And she did threaten to murder Kyle.

"Nice try," I dismiss her, but she persists.

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