Page 83 of Slay Ride

She glances at the two victims—hervictims. “The crossbow was better for me. I’ll be honest and admit that I didn’t miss any of the shots I took. I wanted him to hurt.”

“I know.” I place a kiss on her nose, the tip of which has turned too pink, then raise her mask again. “Are you ready for me to call the sleigh?”

“Yeah, go ahead and call, but let me see that knife.”

“It’s over by the first guy.” I point toward his body with one hand and pull the walkie from my pocket with the other. “Actually, you better call the sleigh. Someone might recognize my voice.”

“Oh, right.”

She depresses the button on the side and lets the coachman know we’re ready to leave. He must be incredibly annoyed, as we’ve been out here for less than a half hour and already want to head back. There’s no point in hanging around, though. I’ve accomplished my mission, and now I want to get her back to the bedroom and warm her up.

Watching Cat morph into a murderer has done something inside me. I see her in a different light now. She isn’t some meek little thing that needs protecting. She’s come into her own, and now people will need to be protected fromher.

Part of me hopes that Kindra watched all of this. If she realizes just how strong her friend truly is, maybe she’ll back off when we finally tell her we’re fucking. I don’t plan to stop anytime soon, and Cat will be forced to come clean at some point. This might just supply the backbone she’s needed.

Cat returns with the knife and squats in front of me. After passing the walkie-talkie back to me, she lowers the knife toward her crotch.

“Whoa!” I shout as I snatch the blade away from the best pussy I’ve ever had. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I can’t exactly strip down out here. I’ll freeze to death.”

“Strip down? Why would you . . . oh.”

As she looks up at me with a familiar hunger in her eyes, my brain finally registers what’s happening. Like many of us, this girl isn’t wired quite right, and now she’s turned on by justifiable homicide. It’s a common side effect.

“Say less.” I toss the knife at her feet, then unbutton and unzip and move things around until my cock is free, though still hidden from the cameras. I’m careful to keep my ass hidden beneath my pants as well, as I have a very distinctive pineapple tattoo on my left ass cheek.

I had to commemorate the Sinners Retreat somehow.

Cat manages to slice through her snow pants, but she struggles when she reaches her sweatpants, probably because she’s afraid to cut a second slit between her legs. Revolted by the possibility of that outcome, I take the blade from her and hold her pants away from her skin before cutting an opening.

“Fuck, it feels like Jack Frost is licking my pussy lips,” she says. “Warm me up!”

There’s no time for foreplay. Even if there is, I’m too hungry for her. I toss the knife away from us and lay her on her back. Like a beast in rut, I pin her to the ground and enter her. Heat coils around my cock, and a whimper rips from her chest.

“Fuck, I forgot about the piercing,” she says. “And the size.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing you’re so fucking wet.”

With a groan, I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. The layers of fabric between us make things difficult, but I keep her in place as I drive deeper inside her.

Her walls clench around me, gripping and pulling, and a bolt of pleasure shoots up my spine. She rocks her hips and takes every inch with a moan that lights my scalp on fire.

I fuck her harder, until her eyes roll back and her soul nearly leaves her body. Her breath matches mine, and we create a lightfog as we grind against each other, each of us racing to finish before the carriage arrives.

And that’s the game, isn’t it? That’s why she wanted to call them. That’s why she didn’t want to fuck until they were on the way. Subconsciously, I think my little kitten wants to get caught.

“I’m so close, Bennett,” she says on a breathy moan that causes my balls to tighten. “Make me come. Please.”

In the distance, hoofbeats thump to the tempo of my thrusts. She hasn’t heard them yet, but when she does, she may come to her senses and put an end to everything. I release her wrists and put my hands on either side of her head, like earmuffs. I play it off as if I needed more leverage, but I’m only trying to buy myself a few more minutes. She’s close. A few minutes is all I need.

The angle helps, and I fuck her a bit harder, scooping my hips every few thrusts and teasing her clit with friction as I lean forward. Looking into my eyes, she rips off her glove and drives her hand into her pants. It’s not enough for me, though. I want to see her face when she comes. I want to hear every sweet sound, not have it muffled by a face mask.

I reach up and rip down her mask. My momentary lapse allows her to hear the jangle of tack growing closer and closer.

“Bennett, we have to stop,” she whispers, though her hips keep right on rocking against me. “They’re almost here.”

I lean down and nuzzle her cheek. “Then you’d better hurry up. I won’t stop until you come on my cock.”

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