Page 7 of Back In the Shadows

I struggled to breathe, but he held firm.

“Suck it. Worship me like it’s the last time you’ll have the chance. Show me how much you want my cum.”

He pulled back enough for me to drag in a lungful of air, then he slid in and out. His gaze narrowed, and his lips parted. I prepared myself for his release. I sucked and stroked his shaft until his eyes slammed shut, and his hot, sticky substance filled my mouth.

Death stilled, then stared down at me with pride in his expression. He pulled out and knelt in front of me. He wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumb, and I swallowed over the soreness in my throat.

“So beautiful.” He kissed my forehead, then dipped his head to my ear. “Tell me, little lamb. Have you found him? Is the man who murdered my parents still alive?”

The air was thick with tension as I struggled to find my voice.

“Yes,” I managed to utter in a faint whisper.

In an instant, Death scooped me into his arms and rose to his full height, his gaze blazing with vengeance.

“Who is he?” Death’s grip tightened like a vice around my waist as he carried me to the bathroom, a sense of primal urgency driving his movements. He sat me on top of the counter and turned on the shower.

Despite our rough sex, Death always made sure to take care of me afterward. It was a twisted but deliciously necessary part of our dynamic.

He tested the water with his fingers before lifting me off the sink and pulling us under the hot spray. His lips crashed onto mine in an intense kiss, his hold on me unrelenting as he sat me down.

“I’m not sure. He has several aliases. I haven’t been able to learn much more than what you already found.”

He gripped my jaw and leaned my head back, allowing my hair to get wet.

“No more secrets, little lamb. I want to know everything you find out as soon as you do. If he’s truly alive, then we will hunt him together.”

My mouth went slack as my brows rose in surprise. “You’ll let me join you in the……kill?” My breasts brushed against his chest as excitement bubbled to life inside me.

His eyes sparked with deadly ferocity and eagerness.

“As long as you’re not in danger, you will be by my side.”

His lips captured mine, and a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. The thrill of the chase and the hunt consumed me as his words sank in. I would finally experience what Death did, and I couldn’t wait. I tightened my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I eagerly surrendered to the unknown.

Each time Death left,my heart broke a little more. Thoughts bombarded my brain as I watched him vanish into the dense, foreboding woods. The babies would return soon, and I couldn’t risk Lulu discovering the truth about Death and Sebastian’s hidden identity. With every fiber of my being, I vowed to keep my husband and children safe. Lulu would only know the man who adored me and protected us with his life.

I rubbed my arms, trying to shake off the sadness that threatened to engulf me. He would return later that evening, but a sense of dread lingered in the back of my mind. The constant worry of him getting caught never left me. Thankfully, the kids would keep me occupied until he returned, which would ease my anxiety a little.

As much as I loved seeing Death, I was often a single parent due to his absence when he was eliminating sick, twisted men. Maybe I should give Lulu more hours this week and see how it went. I could use the extra help.

The soft hum of a car engine drew me away from my thoughts. My heart raced with eagerness to see the babies as I waited for Lulu’s black Kia to appear in the driveway, but my frown deepened when a strange vehicle pulled up instead.

I squinted at the sleek vehicle as it parked, my senses on high alert. The door swung open and a tall, dark-haired man emerged, his expensive suit jacket perfectly tailored to his muscular frame.

“Hi, can I help you?” I placed my hands on my hips. No one had any business being here other than family and friends.

“You sure can.” His broad smile reflected his cheery voice, and I tried to relax a little. “You’re Ella McCloud, right?”

I gave him a tight smile. “McCloud was my maiden name. It’s Fletcher now, but how do you know who I am?”

He tipped his chin up while he sauntered towards me with an air of confidence, the sunlight bouncing off his designer sunglasses and temporarily blinding me. My gut twisted with unease as he grew closer, an unfamiliar aura of danger emanating from him. He only met my question with an eerie silence.

I cleared my throat, my pulse pounding in my neck. “What can I do for you?” I mentally reminded myself not to mention that my husband wasn’t home.

He swaggered up the porch steps, stopping mere inches in front of me. The overpowering stench of his cheap aftershave choked me as I saw my stern expression reflected back at me in the dark lenses of his sunglasses.

“A friend sent me.”

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