Page 71 of The Trick

“Anyway,” he continues. “I’ll let you go, I don’t want to hear how mad Blair gets if I get in the way of her getting some dick,” he teases.

“I heard that,” she chimes in. Clearly, I didn’t lower the volume enough, ha.

“Listen I gotta go, but stop over at Oogie’s later today, Eddie’s still in town and he’d like to see you guys. Get whatever you two want, ink’s on me as a wedding gift.”

“Fuck, thanks man. Appreciate you,” I murmur into the phone.

“You too,” Carmine replies before we both hang up.

Tossing my phone to the ground, I take my hands to her hips. “So, you still mad at me?” I grin, trying my hardest to distract her with my pearly white smile.

“Yes,” she deadpans, but I can tell by the way she’s biting her lip that she’s trying her fucking hardest not to stay mad.

Pulling her in closer to me, her back arches before her chest falls to mine. Her hardened peaks brush against the thin fabric of my shirt, making me ache for her.

“That’s alright, the sex is always off the charts when you’re pissed at me,” I wink, trailing one hand up her torso. Squeezing her nipple in my hand, I flick at her piercing, causing her to moan before my hand travels to her face, capturing it in my grip.

My tongue slithers into her ready mouth, but I should have known, because like the brat she is, she chomps down at it, causing the split muscle to spread more. “Baby,” I groan against her mouth. “How many times do I have to tell you I’m sorry.”

She pulls back, straightening her spine, looking me in the eyes. “I told you before that I wanted to learn the family business,” she pouts, looking genuinely disappointed.

My palm moves to the crown of her head, pulling her into me, immediately diving into her neck. Pressing gentle kisses on her neck, I murmur against her skin. “Blair, the family business is murder. You are a murderer already. What am I missing here?” I ask.

“Ah, Maddox,” she pounds her fists at my chest. “No, I told you I want to learn all the after killing stuff. Like the chopping. Oh, and the preserving of things.” Her voice literally goes up two octaves as she talks about the preserving of body parts. Damn she really is meant for me.

“Ok, well we have our whole lives for that. Next time, okay?” I try to reassure her, but my stubborn little hellcat isn’t satisfied.

“Can we try preserving the hand before you take the body to the incinerator at least?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

“Seriously? The guy is fucking frozen, I threw him in there before heading to Satan’s last night. It’s going to take a while and—hold up, what the fuck do you want the hand for?”

“To fuck myself with,” she grins and a sea of jealousy washes over me.

“Blair,” I begin, tone heavy with reprimand.

“Oh, calm the fuck down. I’m kidding. Well, not about wanting the hand part, but the fucking myself part. I just thought it’d be cool to preserve them and add to our décor. I saw this cute candle holder I want to try and DIY.”

I shake my head, letting out a defeated sigh. “Holy shit, we really are fucked up, aren’t we?” I laugh.

She leans in closer, her forearms now draping over my shoulders as she leans in for a kiss.

“Yep, and I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mr. Crane,” she murmurs against my lips.

Fuck, I love when she calls me that.

“Good,” I groan, moving my arm to look at the time on my watch. “Ok, we have some time before we have to go, what do you say to letting me eat that pussy of yours.”

“Maddox, you literally went down on me right before Carmine called,” she blushes, trapping her lip beneath her teeth.

“So? I’m a hungry man. You aren’t going to deprive me are you, little hellcat?”

Lifting herself from my lap, she moves her hand to her lips. “Ssh,” she breathes, searching for my phone that I tossed on the ground.

“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling the desperate hunger I have for her grow by the second. Ignoring me, as she has a tendency of doing, I watch as she swipes through my phone. I can’t help but admire that grin she has on her face, as she swipes away.

“There we go,” she exclaims, placing the phone back on the ground.

The speakers connected throughout the house begin to play Metallica’s “Enter Sandman” as she places a hand on my shoulder and begins circling around where I sit with my legs spread, wanting her on my fucking lap now.

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