Page 5 of Devil to Pay: Cutter

She’s so damn wet. I plunge two fingers inside her. The intrusion makes her gasp. But when I tip my fingers forward to begin caressing her G-spot, she screams out her release, drenching my face.

“Get in me—get in menow,” she demands frantically, thrashing her head from side to side, but I’m already a step ahead, tearing open the condom from my pocket and rolling it on. The pointed corner of aluminum nicks the rubber, but I check it over, not seeing any tears. “Ram it in!”

A woman who knows what she wants.Yes, ma’am.

I spread her wide for me and shove in, not stopping until I hit cervix. She clenches down around me and starts thrusting her hips forward to get us fucking. It’s unbelievable.She’sunbelievable.

The way she clamps down around me.

The way she meets my thrusts.

We go hard. Sweat drips down my nose from my forehead.

“Harder,” she cries. Her wish is my command. I piston my hips to fuck her harder, so hard, she moves up the bed with every thrust until she lifts her hands above her head pressing them against the headboard to keep herself from hitting it.

I lift her legs over my shoulders, lifting her hips off the bed to go at her at a different angle and as I feel the walls of her pussy begin to ripple, I crush my lips down on hers to swallow her cry, to keep us from getting kicked out for being too loud. A second later, I empty myself into the condom.

Jesus. She’s exactly what I needed tonight and I’m spent. The pussies at the club are good. We usually have a good time, but I haven’t comethathard in years. Literal years. I hardly have the energy to get naked, let alone to care for the condom, but I manage.

“Get some rest, baby. Fuck you in the morning before I take you back to your car.”

“Sounds good,” she mumbles and I swear to God, she passes out.

Once in the bed, I pull the blankets over the both of us.

Then I pass out.

My dreams were full of all the ways I plan to take Aja again before I drop her back at the diner. When I open my eyes I do it wearing a smile and hard as a fucking rock, but she’s not in the bed with me.

No problem. I push up to go check the bathroom, expecting the door to be closed.

The door’s not closed.

Where the fuck is she?

I run my hand down my face, noticing when my hand clears my eyes that her clothes are gone, which okay. She’s not in the room, so they’d have to be gone. But it’s when I notice my wallet laying open on top of my crumpled jeans, not in the pocket where I left it, that I start getting pissed.

Every bit of money and my credit card is gone.

“Fuck!” I bite out, whipping my wallet across the room until it hits the door and drops to the ugly green carpet.

That was hundreds of dollars she stole from me. My personal fucking property. What I use for gas, hotels, and food while I’m on a run.

She better hope we never meet again. I don’t care if she was the best I’ve ever had, if we do, that bitch is going to pay.

AJA

Welcome to Tennessee.

Thank you, Tennessee. I’m happy to be here. That’s not exactly true. I mean, I am happy to put another state between the Death Bringers and me. I’m just not happy with how fast I had to do it or what I was forced to do to get myself here.

Cutter was a good man.

He’d never hurt a woman, not purposely. He told me exactly what he’d been after, not trying to dupe me, and I’veneverbeen fucked that hard in my life. He rocked my world off its axis. And he was so beautiful. All that thick brown hair, short in the back but falling close to his eyes in the front, that my hands ache to sift through again. A rock-hard body that had to come from his creator as much as a gym because unless divinely gifted, bodies don’t look like his. Not to mention his face bestowed by angels or more than likely the devil as a way to lead unsuspecting women to their undoing. Luckily for me, I haven’t been unsuspecting for years.

Everything about him screamed stay, but staying the night with him just wasn’t an option. Could he have given me more good memories? Absolutely. But what I need more than the good memories Cutter could give me is to stay alive, and to do that, I need to not be anywhere near the Death Bringers’ stomping ground. It’s in the name. Death. Bringers. Every move they make announces their intentions should you cross one of them and I did more than cross that jackass.

“Get some rest.” That’s what Cutter said.

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