Page 26 of Depraved Truths

The flash of anger and hurt in his eyes triggers a sudden wave of guilt within me.

“Actually, this is the first time,” he replies sharply.

“I’m sorry. You’re here to check on me, and I’m being an asshole.” A frown mares my face. “I should have said thank you. I'm just really shaken up after the break-in.”

“Tessa, listen to me.” He gently places his hands on my shoulders. “Whoever did this could come back, and you shouldn’t be alone tonight. We can finish what we started, or I’ll crash on your couch, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“Do you think I can’t take care of myself?”

He takes hold of my chin, his gaze unwavering. “This isn’t up for debate. I’m staying.”

I let out a disgruntled sigh. “Okay, just for tonight, but at least get into some dry clothes. You can shower in the guest bathroom upstairs, first door to your right.”

With a mock salute, he heads up the stairs, and I shake my head in disbelief. Making sure the doors are locked and the alarm is set, I reach for the TV remote and switch it on, craving the sound, some kind of distraction. Perhaps I should cook dinner for him, or maybe just order something in. After a quick peek into my empty pantry, it’s clear—food delivery it is. Reaching into the fridge, I take out a bottle of wine to pour myself a glass, when a news broadcast on the television interrupts my thoughts. The reporter is talking about an investigation underway in Baker County after a teacher was accused of taping a fourteen-year-old student to their desk. Following allegations—Ronald Tweed, age thirty-four—has been suspended without pay pending the investigation. His parents say they discovered a recording of their son, who has special needs, posted on social media. The parents' faces, filled with anguish, are displayed on the screen.

“We were horrified and sickened to learn our son, who is autistic and non-verbal, was being tied to his desk. He uses his hands to communicate. We don’t understand why this happened—” She breaks down in sobs, tears streaming down her face, and her husband finishes the interview.

Rage and heartache consume me. No child should be subjected to that kind of behavior.

“That's fucked up,” Eli remarks as he comes down the stairs, freshly showered and carrying the scent of soap and my strawberry shampoo. It smells even better on him. “There’s a special place in hell for sick people like that.”

I nod somberly in agreement, a heavy sigh escaping my lips.Indeed, there is, and I look forward to speeding up the process by personally pushing them into the fiery pits of hell. I’m unsure what that means for me, I’ve never been particularly religious, and I doubt God would approve of my actions. I’ll probably end up in the same place as those evil bastards. If that’s the case, I look forward to terrorizing them even more.

“Want something to drink? I have water, wine, and beer.”

“A beer sounds perfect,” Eli replies. I grab a long-necked bottle from the fridge and hand it to him. The brush of his fingers sends a shiver down my spine, a thrilling heat spreading through me. Being around Eli awakens sensations within me I never knew existed.

“I’m ordering some food to be delivered. Do you have any requests?” I ask while navigating the app on my phone.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” his voice is husky, he licks his lips, scanning me like I’m a whole snack. “I’d rather devour you, Little Killer.”

His words instantly spark a jolt of heat in my core, causing my thighs to clench involuntarily. Words fail me, and I find myself lost in the depths of his piercing eyes, my cell slips out of my hands clattering against the marble.

Eli inches closer, his body taut with tension, like a predator on the prowl. He corners me, pinning me against the cold, hard countertop. As he runs a hand up my arm, goosebumps rise in their path, like tiny beads of excitement.

Tracing my lower lip with his thumb, he whispers, “Would you like that? Me feasting on your pretty pink pussy?”

Letting out a soft moan, my tongue darts out to wet my parched lips, and he seizes the opportunity to slip his thumb into mymouth. “Suck,” he commands, his voice firm. Without hesitation I comply, savoring the taste of him as I lick and suck on it, eliciting a groan from him, and I can feel the hard, unyielding pressure of his erection against my body.

He removes his thumb and scoops me into his arms, hoisting me onto the counter. His hands, warm and assertive, slide under my shirt, tracing a path across my stomach. I help him pull my shirt off, and he eases my jeans to the floor, leaving me in just a thin scrap of fabric. Feeling his fingers cup me, I become acutely aware of the moisture seeping into my panties. He yanks them down, slowly lowers himself to his knees, and lifts my legs over his shoulders. My arms are braced against the counter and Eli’s gaze is molten with longing, his eyes burning with a fiery passion that catches my breath in my throat.

“You're so wet and ready for me,” he groans, before teasingly licking and kissing my outer lips. My hips involuntarily buck, desperate for more. When his mouth finally reaches my clit, I’m overwhelmed by a cascade of sensations. His firm attention on my clit nearly brings me to climax right away.

“Uh-uh. Not yet,” he murmurs before gently tracing his finger along my folds and sliding it inside me. He inserts another finger and moves them in and out slowly as he runs his tongue back across my clit.

“Please, don’t stop,” I whisper urgently.

As his fingers hit that special spot inside me, he increases the intensity of his thrusts. He devours me like a starving man, as if I’m his final meal.

“Oh, my god. Oh, Eli,” I gasp before reaching my peak. My muscles tighten around his fingers, and a wave of sensation engulfsme as I tumble over the edge. Gradually slowing his thrusts, he withdraws his fingers from me, taking a moment to lick off my sweet essence.

“Absolutely delectable, Tessa,” he says, his voice rich with satisfaction.

Eli helps me back down to the floor, my legs wobbly and unsteady. I cling to his shoulders for support, momentarily resting my forehead on his chest.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I smirk, letting a slow, sly smile play on my lips.

His eyes, filled with insatiable longing, meet mine. “We’re just getting started.”

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