Page 147 of That Time I Accidentally Became A Serial Killer

“I’ll clean it up,” I whisper, my voice cracking at how close we are.

My knuckles skim her cheek, featherlight. She’s warm.

Her skin fits beneath my hand like it belongs there. My fingers drift down—jaw, throat.

She swallows. I feel it. Fixate on it.

Every movement recorded. Memorized and etched into me.

I lower my touch to her collarbone. Goosebumps rise as I move.

I brush the side of her breast. Grazing my thumb over her nipple.

The sound she makes—soft, guttural, needy—scrapes across me like silk and barbed wire.

She wants it.

I love that she wants it. But I know she’s still living by rules and boundaries.

Limits we’re going to dismantle.

She jolts—like her own moan snapped her awake. She pushes my hand away like it burns, but I’m on her in a breath, spinning her to face the counter.

One hand on her hip, grounding.

The other circles her throat—firm, claiming. She gasps as I pull her back against me. My cock hard, pressed tight.

I lean in, my voice in her ear like worship wearing teeth.

“Don’t run from me. Ever.”

She should fight my touch. Defy me with her glare. But instead… her thighs press together. Her tongue flicks out to wet her bottom lip, and I feel it in my gut like a match against gasoline.

She still tries to pull away, but I press her harder against me.

“Do you fucking understand?” My grip tightens on her throat, her hip, and it about kills me.

She freezes when I rock into her—then nods. Not out of fear. Out of something deeper.

Something darker.

My hands guide her forward. She bends, obedient. Bracing on the counter. Trembling just enough to make my hands twitch with restraint.

“You don’t know how much I’ve waited for you,” I whisper, dragging my hand up her spine, slow as sin.

“You don’t scare me.” She glances back—masking how she presses her ass into me.

She wants me to feel it.

So I help her.

Letting her know just how badly I want her. And she stays there. Locked in place by a touch she didn’t ask for but can’t resist.

“We’re going to have fun.”

I reach between her thighs, parting the lips of her pussy.

And fuck.

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