Page 104 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

“No!” She screams, but it’s too late. With one of my hands keeping her hand clenched on the trigger, I reach up with my free hand and push her head back. Her mouth opens on a fresh scream, but it’s quickly cut off as her face disappears into the water. Her pussy clamps down on my cock and sparks dance behind my eyes. My balls suck in as they threaten to explode.

Micki fights her way to the surface, body bowing as she strains against me. She gasps for breath, coughing out mouthfuls of water as she tries to speak. “Stop, Luc! Stop!” She turns her face as water spews from her mouth back into the river. Streaks of dirt and river water run down her cheeks. So much, it’s hard to tell if she’s crying or not.

“No,” is my only answer. “This is what you wanted.” Her fingers tremble on the gun. She’s fighting hard not to pull the trigger, but her hand is clenching and unclenching automatically. Her body is fighting mine and she’s resisting the urge to just let go. How ironic. Fighting for her life to save mine. The water rushes over her hair, yanking her down even as I shove her back under.

Her pussy tightens all over again, squeezing against my dick. Lightning pours into my veins. The two of us are at the edge of a cliff—one built of pleasure and danger. Any second and she’ll press down. The gun will go off, and I’ll die inside her. She’ll sink beneath the water’s surface and the two of us will leave this world the same way we came into it—full of fear, pain, and covered in blood.

46

MICKI

Luc has officially losthis fucking mind, and I have no one to blame but myself. The second time he shoves my head beneath the surface of the river, I’m more prepared. My lips clamp shut when all I want to do is scream and thrash. I can’t, though. Despite the fact that I’m dying for oxygen, my body writhing in the need of it, one wrong move and I could accidentally kill him. My hand could clench against the gun, it could go off, and then it’s all over.

Just the thought of pulling the trigger has panic flooding through my veins. The icy cold water is a balm on the heat of my flesh. I’m burning alive. Truth is—I’ve been on fire for so long, I got used to the agony of it.

My lashes fuse together as I shut them. I’m being strangled to death, the water rushing over my head and face, slapping my cheeks. All the while, his dick invades. He thrusts into my core, bringing me to the brink of some untold precipice of pleasure.

How fucked is that?Even now. Even like this, I want him.

Beyond pain. Beyond pleasure. I’d gladly let him kill me, but not if he plans on making me do the same to him. Not if it means he’ll suffer for the rest of his life. I know he will. So, I have to fight this. I have to fight him. I can’t let him destroy himself because of me.

Luc’s body shudders over mine. His cock swelling within my walls. I struggle against him again, feeling his hand clench tighter around my throat, pushing me back as I try to arch out of the water. My chest burns for air. Light enters my head and I soften all over. My muscles clamp down on him, sucking him inside of me for all their worth. It would be traitorous if I didn’t know how much I desire it. How much must he be hurting, though?

The lack of oxygen makes the whole world fuzzy until the sensations go numb. All save for one. The feeling of him over me, inside me, remains. The last thing I’ll ever feel and it’s so fucking good. I can’t … Luc would be absolutely devastated if he killed me.

I’m a fool. So damn stupid for thinking he could accept this. His chest presses down over mine as his cock drives between my legs. It’s cold. It’s hot. It’s everything but what it is. This toxic love of ours.

Just when I think I’m going to pass out, cold air slaps my face. Water streams down my cheeks as I’m pulled free from the river. My lips part automatically and oxygen rushes into my chest, expanding my lungs and my ribcage as I gasp. The gun is still in my hand, the barrel pointed right at his heart, pressing into the flesh of his chest. Tears join the river water.

“Luc!” I try to scream, but my voice comes out as a rasp. “Please!”

If he hears me, he doesn’t react. Instead, he pounds into me, holding the damn gun against him, refusing to give me even an inch of reprieve. I’m lost. So fucking lost. I’ve never been more terrified in my goddamn life.

My joints ache. My skin is stretched tight over my bones, threatening to split apart. I squeeze my eyes shut, gasping for breath. When they open again, they turn up to the darkness above. Tiny pinpricks of light litter the sky, glittering as they look down over us. Beauty looking down on two beasts destroying each other.

“Micki…” Luc calls my name and my lips tremble as emotions overwhelm me. More tears fill my eyes, spilling free. They touch the corners and slip down over my temples into my hair line.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp. “I’m so sorry.” I’m more than sorry, but it’s all I can say. So, I say it. Over and over again until my voice is hoarse and raspy and barely perceptible over the roar of all the other sounds. The rushing water. The crickets and animals in the night. The thrashing of trees as the wind blows through them.

I hear it all and yet none of it at all because the whole of my existence has been driven to this singular point. Him and I. Luc Kincaid. My lover. My friend. My everything. But that doesn’t mean I’m not a fighter.

He reminds me of that. I’ve always been a fighter. A survivor. That more than anything has me arching up against him, fighting against his hold again as I bring us closer, the gun the only thing separating us as he fucks me.

Luc opens his eyes and meets mine. A crystal blue gaze, unnaturally illuminated, meets mine. He, too, looks as if he’s stretched to the point of breaking. Like his skeleton is fighting it’s way free of his flesh and trying to get to me. What a horrific duo that makes us. I want his lips. I want his dick. I want everything.

“Luc, please,” I beg. I’m not ashamed. Not of him. “Don’t…”

“You want to come, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice dropping several octaves. “You want to come all over my dick?”

“Yes.” It’s a plea. One I hope he hears. “I want you.”

The gun falls away, but still within reach. He allows me freedom as he sets it to the side and I wrap my hand around the back of his neck, spreading my legs even wider as he thrusts into me. I want him to drive the darkness out of me. It’s impossible, but it doesn’t make me crave it any less.

“I can’t do it, Micki,” he says as his hips piston against mine. Each word is punctuated by yet another thrust, it moves me up further onto the slick rock beneath me. He follows. Wherever I go, he’s there. I’m trapped and I don’t care anymore. More tears stream down my cheeks, but as my skin brushes against his, it feels easier and easier to breathe. “I can’t live without you. If you want to die, take me with you.”

Even as my hands latch onto his shoulders, I shake my head back and forth. I can’t do that. I could give up anything else, everyoneelse, but I can’t do it for him. I latch onto him, my body wrapping around his like the weeds that had pulled me under and kept me captive the first time.

“No,” I gasp. “No, I can’t. Not you.”

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