Page 42 of The Wraith & Her Killer

But he’s my freak.

“Any last words?” The familiar question barely makes it past mylips when I feel Adris’ fingers press into me, like he truly can’t help himself.

Santino attempts to level me with a glare, but his weakened state has it falling flat. His lip curls up in a snarl. “They’ll all come for you, and I can’t wait to watch you burn in hell.”

His words tug at the back of my mind, but I ignore it for now. I give him my most unhinged smile. “Ladies first.”

I surge forward again, forcing the arrow deeper into Santino’s chest, but Adris was right, the fucker is stuck on something, so I’m stuck here with a half-dead pile of shit before me because I can’t fucking kill him properly.

“Need some help, Wraith?” Adris asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his hand around mine while his other hand is busy stroking my pussy lazily.

“Please,” I beg, though I can’t be sure if it’s for him to make me come again or to help me kill Santino already.

“Push, baby,” he murmurs, like what we’re doing is something sweet and intimate.

At the same time, we shove the arrow and something fuckingsquelches, making me gag. Santino’s body quakes for mere seconds before he stills, his head falling at an odd angle.

Adris is quick to pull me upright and away from Santino Ferrero’s body.

“I—We did it.” I huff a laugh, chock-full of disbelief. “He’s dead.”

“Youdid it, Odessa,” Adris croons behind me, his hands running over the blood splattered on my body. “You were fucking magnificent. A reaper in her own right.”

Before he can say another word, I turn, raking my arms down the solid metal table, shoving all of the tools to the floor with a deafening clatter. I grab Adris by the fabric of his shirt and shove him until he stumbles back against the table, and push some more until he’s forced to lay back.

I grab my OTF knife from the floor and quickly climb on top of my killer until I’m straddling his waist. My aching clit rubs againstthe hard underside of his cock when I rock back and forth, coating his form length with my wetness.

Adris eyes the knife when I click open the release. His eyes flash in warning and intrigue. “Odessa?—”

“Don’t,”I hiss, but it turns into this embarrassing mewling sound when I grip his length and sink down onto him, inch by agonizing inch until I’m fully seated to the hilt.

Uncaring of my warning and my knife now poised at his throat, he reaches up and pulls on the shirt so hard that buttons fly everywhere, my breasts bouncing free from the force of it.

He grips my neck at my jaw and pulls until we’re nose to nose, always ever his silent display of who’s really in charge.

“I’ve told you before, wife.” He smirks when my breath hitches at the combination of his hips bucking up into me, and his hands guiding me, encouraging me to keep up the pace. “If you’re going to hurt me,” he presses the blade lower until it begins to cut through the fabric, “make it count.”

I cut through the rest of his shirt until it falls to his sides, exposing his lean, chiseled body, his scattered ink proudly on display for me.

“Don’t worry, Adris,” I moan at the sight of him and up my pace, grinding my hips back and forth until his cock is hitting me so deep that it hurts. I don’t dare slow down, though, because his piercing is pressing into that sweet spot within me. “I plan to.”

My eyes lock on the bullet wound in his chest, right over a tattoo of an anatomical heart that he got shortly after saving me… again.

I grip his face at his jaw, squeezing his cheeks like he’s done to me so many times and lean in close until my lips brush his. His expression is unreadable, but I revel in the feel of this throat bobbing beneath my hold. His cock throbs inside of me as I slowly roll my hips against him again.

“I want to hurt you,” I grit, squeezing harder. “I want to deliver unto you the pain that I felt when you held that arrow over my heart. Knowing in the back of my mind that the man I dreamt of rescuingme everyday was the very same man who wanted to kill me. And in that moment, I wanted to die.” I hiccup, caught off guard by the emotion clogging my throat.

Aris’ head tilts like a curious predator, observing me but not saying anything. Letting me get everything out that I’ve kept bottled up.

I pull back and press down on the blade in my hand, breaking the skin over Adris’ tattoo. He hisses a string of curses through his teeth and his cock grows impossibly harder inside of me while I continue rocking back or forth on top of him.

I laugh, and it sounds a little manic as I curve the cut into the shape of an O. “You had your chance to kill me when I wanted nothing more than just that. But in taking me fromhim,by taking my body, my soul, breaking and making and molding me until I fit perfectly with you, you’re stuck with me now, Adris Knox.”

I make another slice, loving the way his eyes dilate until his pupils swallow up the silver with the pain and pleasure that I’m causing. “You’ve given me no choice but to dig myself deep beneath your skin, and now I am just as much a part of you as you are of me.”

I finish the K with a mewling moan when he reaches between us and starts to rub my clit, completely unfazed by the blood pooling in his chest and neck and groans when my pussy clenches around his length.

“You. Are. Mine. Just as I am yours.” I lean down and drag my tongue over the fresh wound over his heart, much like he did on our very unorthodox and highly sacrilegious wedding day. I look at him from beneath my lashes and repeat his words from that day back to him. “This is my solemn vow to you, Adris.”

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