Page 127 of Under the Bed

I love her.

My woman.

My little toy to use in every depraved way possible.

The rest of my blood-soaked cock disappears inside her as I shove it up to the hilt. She’s hot, squeezing me and screaming silently.

“I wish you could see yourself.” I’m unable to tear my eyes off her ass. From my red cock and how it stretches her. How she takes me with every. Fucking. Thrust. “That’s it. That’s my girl. Letting me use your ass. Letting me give my pain slut exactly what she needs.”

“Kaleb.” Her gorgeous gaze is set on my face.

I’ve never felt this exposed. This raw. I’m hurting her, owning her like we’re two animals in the wild.

But with one look, Shiloh takes from me, too. She owns a part of me. A part of my wretched soul that I’m never getting back.

Fuck my soul, I’d rather have Shiloh instead.

“You love my cock in your ass, don’t you?” I’m ruthless, pumping in and out of her. My hand around her throat allows me to feel her hot breaths. Her pulse. Her fear and desire, the emotions I put on her face. My cock thickens, knowing that I’m responsible for it. “You love that I lubed your pretty hole with your own blood.”

“No—oh—I—” Her brow scrunches, though she isn’t trying to push me away.

“Wrong answer.” The blood on her thighs keeps dripping. I get more of it on my fingers, reaching to her front, to her taut clit. “Try again.”

I rub her and fuck her. Thrusting my cock so deep that she begs me for something. Anything.

I have my cock and my love and my miserable heart to give her.

And that’s what she’s having.

I don’t go easy on her. Don’t stop. I’m possessed, and it’s her fault.

That orgasm of hers that I’ve been craving, it comes like a wave crashing into the wall. Her body slams into mine and I absorb it into my lungs, my heart, my blood. I soak in her tremors and moans, pressing my mouth to hers.

God, she’s a mess. I wouldn’t have her any other way.

“Gonna come inside you.” The pressure on my cock peaks and I lose myself. She’s mashed between me and the wall as Irelease every damn drop into her ass. “Mine. You’re mine, Shiloh.”

“Yours.” She snakes her arms up to my neck, and I hold her while she sobs.

She cries for me.

Her sanctuary.

Her worst nightmare.

Her home.

Hers.

21

SHILOH

Dad’s private investigator—Wren Moore, according to his ID—sinks silently to the bottom of the ocean.

There’s no one at the pier to witness his late-night burial. Not even the pier’s security guards. Kaleb made sure of that. He even knew where to go so no cameras could record us dumping a body into the ocean.

Meaning this wasn’t his first time.

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