Page 64 of What Doesn't Kill Us

I’m grinding against her, going back and forth between watching the slide and press of my cock inside her and the rapturous emotions flitting across her beautiful face. “This is how I want to die. Buried deep inside you, your sexy noises and smells surrounding me.”

She chokes on a moan, her hands coming up to pinch and pull on her nipples, her hips rotating on my dick. “Really, Dare? You choose this moment to speak of dying?”

“If this is what dying feels like, I’m a fan.”

“Oh my god. Shut up.”

I chuckle but do as I’m told before I completely embarrass myself. This is what she does to me. She renders me completely ridiculous, a besotted caricature of my typically unflappable cold self. And I don’t give a fuck.

I pull my hips back, slamming forward sharply. “Touch yourself. Let me see your fingers on your greedy little clit.”

She doesn’t hesitate, her hand moving between her legs and stroking over her clit with purpose. “You saying you can’t handle it, big boy?”

She’s taunting me, and I’m hard-pressed not to edge her a few times out of principle. I narrow my eyes at her, shoving inside her until I can’t press in any farther. “Are you looking to get punished, minx?”

She looks up and away from me as if she’s contemplating the question, and I chuckle again, not at all surprised that she might still want to play with me. Finally, she refocuses on my face and shakes her head. “Not this time. Right now, you need to fuck me like you mean it.”

My hands move to her hips, gripping her so tightly she’ll be sporting my fingertip bruises for days. I pull back, and she moans at the slow slide of my cock retreating from her, her hands moving against her clit faster, more firmly. I thrust into her slowly, sharply, dragging the head of my dick along her inner walls with purpose until she’s writhing beneath me. Soon, she’s moaning, begging me to give her the final push she needs to come, so I use my grip on her hips to pull her up against me, my dick battering her G-spot in a quick staccato that sends her sobbing and cursing over the edge.

I rut into her a last time, my dick throbbing as I release inside her, our eyes locked as we both take in the rapture clear on each other’s features. We’re panting, gasping for breath, and I’m not sure if it’s from the physical exertion or the emotional wreckage we are for each other.

We stare at each other, still connected intimately, and the pressure in my chest increases with each passing moment until I can hardly breathe from the words stuck in my throat.

“I can’t fucking stand how much I love you.”

“Ditto. It’s the fucking worst.”

We smile at each other in understanding, allowing ourselves to enjoy the peacefulness of the moment, knowing it will most likely be short-lived.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dare

“Howdidyouendup out here?”

She’s sprawled over me, her face pressed against my neck, her hands stroking over my chest. I pull her closer, sighing into her neck as I respond, “Vincent contracted our transport out, and we were fortunate enough to end up on the ship of someone I knew personally.”

“Seriously? Of all the ships in the world, you end up on the ship operated by one of your cronies?”

It is kind of crazy when worded like that. “Well, yes. Exactly that.”

She shakes her head, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. “And you feel you can trust this guy?”

“To an extent, yes.”

She’s quiet for a moment, obviously lost in her own thoughts since she doesn’t continue picking my brain about my old crony. I can only assume what kind of inner turmoil would take precedence over her need to know every little detail, but I have a sneaking suspicion my assumptions are spot on.

“Are you ready to talk about it?”

She tenses, and I tighten my hold on her, craning my neck around so I can look at her face. She’s silent for a moment, her eyes wide on mine, her lips trembling. I feel the shutter in her body as she inhales deeply, so I pull her closer, pressing my face into her neck and placing a kiss below her ear. “It’s okay, Toni. Whenever you’re ready.”

I know whatever went down in that warehouse is horrific. Since Toni obviously got lucky and appears to be mostly unscathed, most likely Lilith wasn’t so fortunate. She doesn’t have to tell me if she doesn’t want to. Just the fact that it’s a struggle tells me most everything I need to know.

She clears her throat, her eyelids fluttering as she blinks back tears. “She’s gone. The fucker took her from me.” She pauses, her jaw clenching a few times before she continues, “And for what? Greed? Power? What the fuck is the point?”

“For some people, that’s all there is. Especially someone like Vincent, who was likely raised to live and die for power. And who knows what kind of bullshit they fed him his entire life about you and Lilith. Most likely, he feels like they denied him some kind of silver spoon treatment, even though that’s obviously as far from accurate as you can get. Just think about yourself and your views of the world or your opinion of me from the beginning versus now.”

She attempts to push away from me, but I tighten my hold, forcing her to stay where she is. She tips her head back, glaring at me. “Are you seriously making fucking excuses for him?”

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