Page 30 of Never Fear (Whiskey Ridge)
“Use your words, and I’ll consider making your death quick.”
“Y-yes.” His voice wobbled over the answer.
“You’re going tokillhim?” McKenna whisper-shrieked. As if the cook would seriously come in here and stop me. Pretty sure he’d shit his pants when I all but threw Marv in this office, because he’d been real quiet ever since.
“I thought my intentions here were pretty clear.” I cocked my head, ignoring the pungent scent of Marv’s breath. “Touch what’s mine, and you lose your privilege to live.”
“Austin, he’s myboss.”
“He won’t be missed.” I reached into my pocket,pulling out my pocket knife. Despite it fitting in my jeans, it wasn’t small by any means. Marv knew as much when I flicked it open, and his eyes widened.
“Please,pleasedon’t. I’ll never touch her again! I?—”
I dropped Marv’s chin and grasped his neck. “No. You won’t. You’ll never touch any girl again.” And because I was bored, or maybe I was impatient and wanted to get McKenna home, I drove the knife through his stomach.
Blood instantly soaked my hand, the pressure of my grip on his neck keeping his garbled protests somewhat quiet. But I didn’t squeeze hard enough that my fingers would leave bruises. I couldn’t have that if we needed to come up with a suicide story. Chances were, though, the guys would help clean this up.
I yanked the knife from his flesh at the same time I let go of him. He fell to the floor in a heap, blood pooling around his cheek as he choked. I admired the red staining my blade, twirling it in my fingers before tossing it on the floor near his stomach. I’d deal with the fingerprints later.
I turned to find McKenna staring at me with an arched brow, the mug at her lips as she took a sip of rich coffee. I couldn’t help but smirk. My girllikedit. Liked watching me murder her pathetic scumbag boss for simply touching her.
Slowly, she lowered the mug, one hand on the bottom, the other with fingers wrapped delicately around the handle. “Was that really necessary?”
I could hear the playful lilt in her tone. Could see the slight tilt of her lips.
Fuck me.
I strode toward her, folding my hands around the hotceramic and taking it from her. I blindly set it on the filing cabinet to her right, leaning into her space. “What can I say? I’m protective.”
She took a small step back, and I followed. “More like possessive.”
I shrugged, resting my hands on her waist as I walked her backwards. Her back hit the door, our noses brushing. I inhaled the scent of strawberries and coffee, my cock twitching with the smell of her. “Call it what you want, baby. No one touches you and gets away with it.”
The back of her head rested against the door as she tried to pull my attention to her eyes. I was too focused on her mouth to care. “What’s your plan, Austin?”
The way her lips wrapped around my name… Her breathy voice, slightly pissed at me, mostly turned on.
“Say my name like that again.” I’d do anything to hear it one more time.
Her chin tilted up, her cheeks flushing as her eyelids grew heavy. “Austin.”
The next second, her legs were around my waist, my hands—one still bloodied—gripping her thighs as I crashed my mouth to hers. There was no hesitation, no peckish kissing. We were all tongues and teeth and heavy breaths, starving from the endless tease we’d become to one another. But even as we gave in, right here, right now, I knew our little game wasn’t over.
I was just really fucking horny for her.
And by those little breathy moans she was eliciting, I’d say she was really fucking horny for me too.
“If all it took was killing someone, I’d have slaughtered the whole damn diner,” I muttered into her mouth. We’dbeen skating around an undrawn line for a while now, but this? Her pliant and needy with my cock pressed between her legs? I’d do anything she asked to have even a speck of this with her again.
Her fingers tugged on my hair, a pinch of pain following the action. I reluctantly let her guide my head back until I was looking at her, my lips parted and glistening with her saliva.
“This isn’t because you killed him.”
I was so drunk on her, I didn’t carewhyit was. I only wanted more.
Fuck, what was wrong with me? When had the obsession with McKenna gotten to the point I was so fucking wasted for her?
But I didn’t really care about that either. She had me in her clutches, and I kneeled at her feet willingly.
