Page 103 of Vengeful Rotten Casualties

“You want to die? Fine.” I reach up and watch her eyes widen as I grip her shirt at the collar. It should be harder to rip now that the fabric is wet, but it parts easily enough as the hem in the v-neck gives way and tears free, rending the shirt right down the center.

Shock slackens Micki’s features, and I move down her body. Her pants are harder to remove and by the time I’ve got the top button undone and the zipper pulled down she seems to realize that I’m not going to react the way she expected, not the way she’s used to.

If we’re going to die, then we’ll die the way we should have lived.

Together.

“Luc, w-what are you doing?”

I don’t answer as I drag her pants and underwear down her legs, yanking them from her feet as she kicks and tries to grab at my hands. I’ve never used my strength against her like this. I was always viscerally aware of her trauma, of what she went through. Now, though, neither of us is thinking of the past. It’s only the here and now. I should be grateful that she doesn’t even seem to realize that. She’s too confused, by both my words and actions.

Reaching behind her neck, I slide my hand back into her hair and yank her head back. “I’ve always given you everything you wanted,” I remind her. “Why would this be any different?”

Her lips part to respond, but I don’t give her the chance. I slam my mouth against hers, squeezing out the last of her oxygen as I devour her. The kiss is violent. It’s a punishment. She tastes of the river and earth and something deeper that has my cock pounding against the inside of my pants despite my own wrath. How fucking funny is it that she can have me so torn up over her? So damn trained that even when I want to strangle her, she turns me on.

I might be stronger physically. I might overpower her easily. I might be bigger and wider, but MiKayla Michaels is the one in control. She fucking owns me.

When I take a step back to catch my breath, I yank my shirt over my head, fighting free of the soaked fabric, and drop it onto the rock next to her naked body. Her nipples pebble hard, dark against her skin. I lean into her, letting them rake over my chest as my dick throbs in need. Her gasp of awareness goes straight to my fucking head.

With a knee against the edge of the rock, I climb after her, sliding her over the wet surface. Her eyes are big and wide and full of confusion and mounting anxiety. My hands have stopped shaking, but inside, I’m anything but calm.

“L-Luc?”

“Spread your legs.”

Micki frowns. “I don’t think this is the time for—”

My hand snaps out and I grip her throat, cutting off her denial mid-sentence. “Spread your fucking legs, Micki,” I growl. “Don’t make me say it again.”

Her eyes cut to mine. Instead of following my command, she tips her head back, revealing more of her long neck to my grasp. So trusting even when she should be anything but. It eases some of the pain in my chest, but only a little.

“What are you doing, Luc?” she asks.

“I’m giving you what you want,” I repeat. “Everything you fucking want.”

“I—” This time, I don’t wait for her to refuse my request. I don’t ask again. I shove her legs wide and then push my way between them. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, she hooks them over my thighs. Her faith is there in the movements she makes. Maybe she doesn’t realize it, but she knows that this is right. That me and her—we’re fucking undeniable.

Micki shivers in my grasp, and for a second—only a moment—I release her just long enough to free myself from my own pants. Her pussy is right there. Hot and damp against my lap. She still wants me. I push the head against her, sliding my cock up and down her entrance as I slip inside. Heated flesh surrounds me and sucks me in, welcoming me into her most secret depths.

Heaven and fucking hell, that’s what she is. An angel so full of demons that she’s worse than the devil himself. If I’m not careful, she could kill me.

I start slow, thrusting in and out, moving her up and closer to the edge, my mind on the nearing future—the tipping point. For her and for me. She moans and her head thrashes back and forth against the stone beneath us. My dick’s a damn good distraction. As baffled as I’m sure she is by my actions, she can’t help but squeeze tight around me, taking the pleasure I give her. She’ll take that and more before this is over.

I reach up and tweak her nipples, pinching them and pulling them tight until her back bows against the pain. Her lips part on a cry as a gush of wetness soaks my cock. My pretty girl … my dirty, pain-filled girl.

Is it my fault?I wonder absently.That I didn’t realize. Were there signs? There had to have been signs.

“I’m sorry I didn’t see it, Micki,” I say, bending over her, my hand sliding back up to her throat. She likes it when I hold her there. The tightness of my grip, the reminder that every breath is something I give to her, makes her shudder in my grasp. “I’m sorry I wasn’t aware of what you needed.”

I know now, though. And if she wants it, I have to give it to her. I have to prove to her that what she thinks she wants isn’t something sheneeds. What she needs is me—only ever me.

Holding her throat in one hand, I ease the force of my thrusts and reach back. Micki’s head arches up as I release her neck and press my gun into her grasp. Her eyes cloud with confusion and a hint of fear, brows dipping low as she parts her lips. She’s almost there—right on the edge—her hair dropping into the rushing water below as I easily push her back down and keep my hand locked on hers, the gun between us.

“W-what—” I press her finger right over the trigger and lift her hand, pointing the barrel right against my chest. One little clench, one spasm, and that’s it. She’ll kill me and it’ll all be over. Suicide by lover. The perfect way to go.

Horror dawns on Micki’s face. She tries to rip her fingers away from the gun, but I don’t let her. I hold her to it, clamping down until I threaten to break her hand. "Stop!” she screams. I don’t mind her struggles, but they’re weaker now. We’re both exhausted. Our strength sapped away by the river and the anger. Now, it’s her will against mine. I have no intention of letting her win, not this time.

“You want to die, Micki?” My words echo out over the water behind her. “Then we’ll do it together.”

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