Page 24 of Morally Grey

Her mouth opens and closes as my words hit her right between her legs. Her chest rises into mine, and she comes around the barrel of my gun. I raise my mask toward my nose because Ineedto inhale her moans. I need to devour them.

I kiss her before pulling the barrel from her pussy and bringing it to her chin. “Open your mouth, psycho, and taste yourself on my gun.”

I shove the wet barrel past her lips, then lean forward and lick her come off my hand. When a groan eases out of me, her lips tighten around the barrel. She tastes like the sin I committed, and I eat it up. I want more of it. Her sweetness washes away the metallic taste of the blood I’ve spilled.

I push the barrel deeper into her mouth and release my cock from my pants with my other hand. I can’t wait a moment longer to feel her warm, come-soaked pussy around my dick.

“I want you to choke on my pistol. I want to fuck your throat with this gun while you take my cock in your greedy pussy. You want more, don’t you?”

She nods.

Making sure my finger is far away from the trigger, I grip my dick and push inside her. She gasps around the gun. I fuck her throat with the barrel as I rail her pussy, and the sight is almost too much. Her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips, and her throat tenses and extends.

“Such a good fucking psycho,” I grit out.

Her moans filter past the intrusion, and I become desperate for them. They need to reach my ears without anything between, so I pull the gun from her mouth and set it on the bedside table. Ifist her hair and pull her against me as I fuck her harder. Faster. Until she’s screaming out my name and I’m desperate to fill her. My hand glides down her soft skin and grips her ass as I pull her closer. She’s flush against me now, her warm wetness dripping and soaking me.

“Please! Fill me!” she screams.

I place my hand over her mouth, lean my weight into her, and selfishly use her body in ways I didn’t even know I was capable of. I didn’t know I was capable of a lot of things until recently. My hips stutter and my tempo slows as I fill her pussy. My dick twitches as an intense orgasm encompasses my entire body.

I roll to the side and lie beside her with a thick coating of sweat on my skin. For a moment, the lines blur as she leans over me, pulls off the mask, and kisses me. I’m both the killer and Grey, and I don’t know how to rationalize those two worlds existing in the same space. And I can’t even begin to try, for her sake.

Because once I get the cash, it won’t matter anymore. This time tomorrow, I’ll be worlds away.

Chapter Fifteen

Briar

Taking his car anywhere would be a death sentence, so using my car, I drive him about a mile from the mansion and drop him off. No words pass between us as he exits the vehicle. Anything we needed to say has already been said.

After shutting the car door, he slips into the thick wooded area beside the road. I cut on the interior light and pretend to look for something in the center console. This is all an act in case someone spots my car. They’ll remember seeing a lone woman and nothing more.

When enough time has passed and at least three cars have driven by, I glance into the dark woods and find him hunkered down behind a large tree trunk and a few thick bushes. I nod toward him, and he nods back, signaling that we’re ready to do what needs to be done. With a flick of my fingers, I cut off the dome light, then pull onto the road.

He’ll wait in the brush until I get back to the house and call him. He didn’t have a cell phone, so that meant he had to usemine. I’ll use my laptop to communicate with him while he’s in the house. I’ll be his eyes.

The mansion should be empty for a few days—Gloria’s kind sister took the kids away for the weekend, exactly as planned—but I’m not taking any chances. Especially not when someone else is already tweaking the footage. Whoever cut the section from the video doesn’t know who is watching, but they know that someone is, and that makes me nervous.

Thirty minutes later, I pull into my driveway and hurry into the house. It was weird to leave him at the house while I’ve been going to work, but it’s even stranger to enter my bedroom and not see him sprawled across the bed, wearing his little metal collar. It’s an absence I’ll need to get used to. He might dick me down one final time before he takes off, but when the sun rises tomorrow morning, he’ll be a distant memory.

I thought I’d be fine with this arrangement. Not many women would relish the idea of tying themselves to a murderer for the rest of their lives, but maybe those women aren’t also killers. Waking up to him every morning wouldn’t have been the worst change in my life.

I understand why he can’t stay, though. With such a memorable face, he’d be discovered in no time. Leaving with him is another option, but he hasn’t asked me to join him. If he did, I would definitely say yes, but I can’t just insert myself into whatever he has planned after this. If he still hasn’t said anything before he leaves, I’ll drop a hint.

With my computer in hand, I hurry to the kitchen table and begin setting everything up. None of these fantasies and plans will amount to anything at all if we don’t get that money. Before booting up the feed to the security cameras, I call Grey. He answers on the second ring.

“Can you hear me, psycho?” he asks.

I nod, even though he can’t see me. “Loud and clear, killer.”

“Good.” Something crunches, and he drops his voice to a whisper. “I’m still in the woods, but I should be nearing the back of the property now. Can you pull up the feed that shows the back lawn?”

After a few keystrokes, I’m in. “I’m watching now,” I say as I study the screen. It shows the sprawling grass and a corner of the back porch.

“Any movement?”

I click another camera view, then another. “I don’t see any movement or lights in the house. Do you want me to do a full sweep?”

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