Page 89 of Cruel Secrets

“Arch your back, baby.” I tug on her hair, accentuating my words and she does as I say, back arching and breasts pushed close to my face.

I flick my tongue over her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks while she continues to work her clit, circling it until her inner walls are clamping tight around me, milking my cock as she comes.

“Fuck yes.” My hand drops from my hair, and I grab her hips, guiding her faster as my cock stiffens. “Come all over me again, baby. Show me how wet you are for me.”

She gets off and turns around before sinking back down onto my length, her legs spread on either side of mine.

Parting my legs wider, I sink deeper into her, one hand flattening between her shoulder blades and pushing her into a bent position.

She rolls her hips, her full ass bouncing as I drive deeper into her. Nails rake against my calves as she rides me.

My cock throbs as she reaches between us and grabs my balls, giving them a hard squeeze and sending me over the edge.

I pump deeper into her as I find my release. The way she moans as I fill her is the biggest turn-on ever, her hips still rocking until she comes with me.

When her body stops shaking, she leans back and slumps against me, her head on my shoulders. She looks up at me with a small smile, but there’s still a distant look in her eyes.

I wrap my arms tight around her and kiss her temple. “We’re going to be okay, Gia. Bianca is going to be safe with Skyla and we’re going to get through this together.”

She scowls. “I hate the way everyone keeps saying that we’re going to get through this. You might think you know what my brother is capable of, but none of you have lived with him. You haven’t seen it.”

Taking her chin in my hand, I turn her head, her lips brushing against mine. “You know what I’m capable of, Gia, and I will burn the fucking earth to the ground if it means I can make sure that bastard never gets to you again.”

Her eyebrows arch. “You mean that?”

“I do.”

She sighs and nestles deeper into me. “I don’t think this is going to be easy.”

And though I don’t tell her, I agree with her.

Nothing about taking Noah down is going to be easy, but as long as she and Bianca are alive and free when it’s over, I don’t care about what happens to me.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

GIA

This is never goingto work.

That’s the thought that’s playing over and over again in my mind as I pack Bianca’s clothing into the little pink suitcase Royce bought for her just a week ago. He thought that it would be good for her to have her own suitcase to pack whenever we had to run.

And it turns out he was right.

I didn’t think we would get two weeks in Canada, and maybe I should be grateful about that, but the thought of driving to Vermont without Bianca is making me feel sick.

Royce presses a hand to my lower back, picking up the folded playpen. “Come on. The sun is starting to come up and we have to get going. I think there’s someone out there watching us.”

I glance at the empty car seat as he drapes a blanket over it. “I don’t like this at all.”

“I know you don’t, but it’s going to be over before you know it. The drive to the safe house is going to take less than a day, and then we’re going to be back with Bianca.”

“It’s not just that I don’t like it. Things are too quiet.”

He gives me a grim smile as he grabs the car seat and heads for the door. “I don’t like this any more than you do, but right now we need to pretend that this is just another day and we’re all going out.”

I force a serene look onto my face as I follow him out of the room, dragging the suitcases down the stairs and through the house.

We step outside and the chill in the air nearly takes my breath away. There’s a fresh blanket of snow on the ground, hiding the places in the yard where Skyla nearly bled out and where Matt was killed.

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