Page 20 of Sinister Savior

“Is it working out the way you hope it will?” she asks, and I return my lips to hers again. Her body grinds against mine, pushing my arousal further. I’m so hard my dick feels like it will tear open if any more blood pumps into it. I need to be inside her.

“Mmm, better,” I breathe between kisses. I thrust forward, grinding on her and wishing I could fuck her for hours.

Alice trails her nails down my abs, and I groan. Her touch is magic when it’s done right, just as potent as her words. I growl and roughly pull her hips to mine. She whimpers, but I know she loves the game we play. I put my cock against her wet folds and begin to rock against her, slowly at first, savoring the feel of her slick heat against me.

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

She arches her back, tilting her head back as I kiss along her collarbone and up to her earlobe. “Tell me,” she pants against my skin.

“You make me want to fill every hole in your body with my seed,” I confess, getting harder just thinking about it. She blushes and moans louder, her hands fisting the wet hair on the back of my head.

“You’re such a pervert, you know that?” she says between gasps for air.

“And this is a bad thing, why?” I ask before slamming inside her needy sex with force. The water beats down on us in a torrent, fueling our lust-driven need. Her pussy is intoxicating, coating me with thick moisture that the water doesn’t seem to wash away. When she clamps around me, it makes my cock twitch.

“God, no, it’s not…” She pants, and I fuck her harder, my hips slapping against her thighs. Her nails rake down my back, but I don’t care. Pain has never felt so good. I put my back into it, fucking her so hard her hips bump into the shower wall and make a noise, but I don’t care who hears us.

“I want to fill you up,” I growl into her ear before biting her softly. “Leave my mark on you forever.” If I could brand her, I would, but this will have to do.

Alice’s pussy clenches around me, and I know she’s close. “God, yes, fuck me harder, please.” Her wish is my command, but I want her to work for it. I want to hear her begging like she did when I fucked her ass last time.

“Beg me for it,” I say, enjoying the power I have over her. I slow my thrusts down just enough to tease her. She tries to replicate my previous thrusting, but I pin her hips against the shower wall.

“Fuck me, hard! Harder!” She clings to me and whimpers, and I drive into her harder, obliging her pleas. “I’m going to come,” she says, her voice muffled against my neck. I bite down on her shoulder, and she screams in ecstasy. Her pussy clenches around me, the tightest fist I’ve ever felt.

“Jesus, woman…” The way she milks me makes me weak in the knees. I can’t get enough. She feels incredible wrapped around my cock. I caress her ass, squeezing each cheek as she bounces up and down, her moans filling the room. She throws her head back, her eyes rolled back in pleasure. Her nape glistens, and I’m entranced by the way the light bounces off it. “That’s it, baby,” I groan as she grinds herself against me. “Fuck that pussy on my cock.”

Her heat is like a vise around me, and I can feel myself reaching my breaking point. “I’m close,” I warn her, but she only squeezes me harder. Her panting and moaning egg me on.

“Yes,” I growl, all control vanishing. I slam my cock as deep as possible before I erupt inside her. “Christ almighty…” I breathe out as I unload inside her. The orgasm is hard and fast, forcing me to lean into her and the shower wall to hold myself up. “You fucking destroy me, you know that?” I say, kissing her moist forehead as she snickers at my choice of words.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She smirks, but there is something in her eyes I don’t like, something that feels like she’s pulling away from me. Call it intuition or a trauma response—hypervigilance—but I think Alice is planning something, a plan I won’t like.

“Let me wash you,” I tell her as I slide out of her body. Years of my life spent interacting with people have helped me hone my skill of reading people. I know I will have to keep a closer eye on her now, or maybe she’ll do something stupid. Her plan of trying to disappear on her own will fail, and I’ll end up having to rescue her, anyway.

Alice turns obediently, letting me take the soap and wash her every nook and cranny, and I take my time. I have to figure out what she’s planning before she goes through with it and puts herself in danger. The only way I can do that is if I spend more time around her. I’ll have to let Ervine take more of a lead on this business of assembling my soldiers. Starting tomorrow, I have to accelerate the plan.

15

ALICE

When Mario is done washing me, he wrings out his soggy clothing and leaves it in the sink to drip dry for a while. I linger in the shower for a while, enjoying the hot water. It may be days before I am able to enjoy a hot shower again. I don’t even know where I’ll land or where I can buy a bus ticket. If it’s possible, I’ll attempt to buy a ticket without a name attached to it to make it less convenient for people to track me down, including Mario.

I know he cares. He shows me in so many tiny ways, but I’ll only be a hindrance to him. I’ve already brought him out of his safe place of hiding within the church and returned him to a life he doesn’t want. I don’t know how deep he is going to go in this whole thing, but I learned from Tom that the Mafia life isn’t what I want. And if Mario is a part of it, or if he used to be, then there is a high likelihood that he will continue to be now. That or we’ll have to vanish anyway just so he can put distance between himself and his former life when this is all over.

“I’m heading out,” he says, stopping in the doorway as I shut the water off and take a clean towel to dry my skin. I don’t say a word, afraid myvoice will crack and he will ask me what’s wrong. As he washed me, I got the sense that he was trying to read me. “I’ll be back before dawn, and I’ll want to sleep for a while. Do you mind letting me rest in the morning for a few hours?”

“Of course,” I tell him, though I limit my reply. The towel glides over my body, soaking up the droplets that remain, and I avoid eye contact. If I look him in the eye, I’ll cry. I don’t want to run away and hide from him. I want to run away with him, have his presence and person with me at all times. But he won’t do that. He won’t let this go.

“Are you alright?” Mario’s forehead creases, and I shrug and wave off his concern.

“I’m tired, that’s all.”Tired and nauseous, and terrified that I’m going to have your baby and I can’t even tell you. Terrified because it means my womb will hold the heir to whatever legacy of crime and mayhem you’ll cook up while I’m gone. And I hate that.

“Alright, I’ll lock up. Try to rest. It won’t be long now and this will all be behind us. Then we can discuss ‘us’ and what we’ll do.” He reaches for me, and I allow him to pull me in for a kiss, which I keep quick and to the point.

Mario walks out, and tears well up in my eyes. It’s the right thing. I have to keep telling myself that. Leaving is the only option I have. Mario will fight for me, but likely, he’ll lose. He thinks he understands who he’s going up against, but even Tom was terrified, and Tom worked for them for years. They murdered him in cold blood. They’ll do the same thing to Mario too. And then they’ll come for me, and there will really be no one to protect me.

I should never have taken his offer of refuge that first night. The only thing that did was delay my attempt to get away from this godforsaken town and open me up for heartbreak. Who’d have thought I’d end up sleeping with a priest and falling for him? But then who could have imagined that a priest was really an ex-Mafia player in disguise?Someone masquerading as an angel of light, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

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