Page 93 of Terror Tuesday
Instead, he presses his forehead to mine for a moment, our mouths dangling close together.
With barely a whisper, he breathes, “We need to go.”
twenty-five
I can’t stay awayfrom her. Not now. My cum still drips from between her thighs.
So after dumping the body of the representative, I watch her, as I always do.
She emerges from her bathroom in just a towel, her wet, dark hair clinging to her back. But instead of getting dressed, she shifts from foot to foot.
When I slip through her balcony doors, she smirks.
“I knew you’d come.”
“Twice in one night. Shall I go for a third?” I ask with a tight grin hidden behind my mask.
In answer, her hand drops the towel, and there she stands in all her glory. Like a Greek statue: curves and softness, I want to run my fingers over every inch and grip tight.
With slow steps, I close the space and wrap her in my arms, feeling her breath catch and body tremble. Wanton anticipation fills her expression as she looks up at me. If only I could kiss her the way I want…
“Do you trust me now?” I ask.
“No.”
Carefully, she crawls her fingers over the fabric covering my face, and I flinch. They slide beneath the bottom until I pull back. “Do you trustmenow?” she asks.
And I shake my head. “No.” Not while Elliot is still hanging around the background of her heart. She needs toknowme first.
“H-How many, um…” Her eyes dart behind my shoulder toward the bed. “Should we be using protection?”
My face buries into her neck with a chuckle. “My precious, obedient, rule-following Monarch. You haven’t understood yet, have you?”
Nails dig into my shoulders as she tries to squirm away, but I hold her tighter. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m never wearing one with you because you’re mine.”
“I don’t know if you have anything, Vanq! You could?—”
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I force her gaze up, my voice a harsh whisper behind the mask. “You think I could fathom being with anyone else? No, my queen. You are my first and my last.”
A gasp parts her lips as she shudders in my hold, her naked body erupting in goosebumps. “Th-that was your first time? With anyone?”
“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.”
The words echo louder in my head than I intended them to. Her breath hitches, and her body stills under my hands.
“How long?” she whispers.
“Years,” I admit, quieter than before, like the truth will make her see behind the mask if I say it too loud.
She blinks up at me, stunned. Her gaze softens as she hums a raspy, thoughtful sound I swear I’ll remember forever. For a second, her touch turns featherlight, as if I’m the one who needs comforting.
I look away. “I know it sounds pathetic.”Dorky.
“No,” she breathes out. “It’s not.”
I swallow hard. The vault I’ve lived inside for so long creaks open. She’s standing in it now. And if I’m not careful, she’ll see everything.
