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“Never again,” he says, sliding his hand under my chin. “No more killing.”

“I can’t promise that. Someone might really need to die.”

He smacks my ass, hard, and it hurts all the more for being wet, but I maintain my refusal to promise.

“Why won’t you just submit, Trixie?” His voice is thick with lust and frustration.

“Because I won’t lie to you. I’m not a liar.”

“But you are a killer.”

“We are both killers,” I remind him.

He looks down at me, silver eyes lidded heavily, his cock hard against my belly. Our nakedness is natural, and in this moment, very alluring. I want him inside me. I want his forgiveness, but more than that, I want him to admit that what I did was the right thing.

“I killed them for us. They were going to hurt us, one way or another. We both felt it.”

He draws in a hitching breath. “I’m trying to be your alpha. I’m trying to teach you how to behave.”

“I know how to behave. I’ve been told how to behave my whole life.” I press against him, feel his cock harden against me even more. “I know what I am and I know what you are.”

“You’re going to be the ruin of me,” he groans as I wrap my hand around his shaft boldly. “I have spent a lifetime becoming responsible and now you are here and…”

“What?” I pump my hand up and down the length of his cock slowly.

“And you already know how to handle me so well,” he groans, resting his head back against the shower, letting me take the lead. I’m sure this isn’t what he has planned.

I know he’s going to want to spank me, lecture me, take control of me. He’s going to need to reassert dominance, but for now he’s letting me have my way with him.

I slide down to my knees, wondering if this will make him forgive me any faster. The sound he makes when he feels my mouth wrap around the head of his cock is absolutely transcendent. A soft, low growl that continues to reverberate through him and through me as I lower my head down, slowly taking him as deep as I can.

I feel his hand slide around the back of my head, he pushes deep over my tongue, almost all the way to the back of my throat. His hips pump forward and back again, making full use of my mouth.

I let him use me. I let him take me.

I suck him, roll my tongue under the head of his cock slowly, exploring him. He likes that. I can tell by the way his dick pumps and throbs inside my mouth.

“You’re such a fucking…” He can’t finish the sentence because it trails off into a deep moan.

He comes in my mouth and I swallow him eagerly and deeply. I want every drop of him. I want his living taste, not the taste of dead men in my mouth.

He watches as I lap him up, his eyes narrowing as his lids descend.

“God, Beatrix. You are nothing but trouble. Really. Fuck, you’re perfect.” He pulls me up and kisses me deeply as the last flecks of blood are driven from his skin.

“I should really be whipping your ass for what you did tonight,” he says. “I should be making sure you shed tears and promise me nothing but the best behavior. But punishing you feels like a sin in itself.”

He lifts my leg and slides inside me, his cock claiming me in passionate, slow strokes. I am wet for him, ready for his seed. I am here to be his, remain his.

“They were going to split us up; that is a sin deserving of death,” I moan.

“You are such a dangerous, sexy little thing,” he groans, kissing me possessively. “Every word that comes out of your mouth begs for trouble, but I cannot get enough of you.”

There’s no punishment. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He doesn’t want to discipline the spirit and strength out of me. He wants to love me, deeply, thoroughly, and until my toes curl and I scream his name.

And that is exactly what he does.

CHAPTER13

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