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“Please stop this,” she says, but her eyes are glazed, full of a need so deep that she can’t even tell that her body is calling out to me. Then shame blossoms in her cheeks like a red apple, like she knows she hates herself. Because secretly, she wants this as much as I do.
“That’s the funny thing about this,” I chuckle. I push deeper inside of her, the seam of her shorts rubbing against my groin, my length hitting her cervix. She winces at the pain, the tension dissolving into a warmth so tender that she licks her lips. “I ain’t your ex. I’m going to take what I want, when I want,” I say, my voice deep and gravelly. “And what I want right now isyou,Hitch. Then I’m going to kill you.”
She cries like a helpless little rodent trapped in a cage, and I lick her neck in a brazen heat, scraping my teeth against her skin. I shouldn’t be doing this; I swore I would concentrate on the business, only letting myself indulge in blood when it came towork,but this feels right. She fits me perfectly, like the planets aligned just to make her for me, and so, I lose control. Her lips are too sweet. Her hips too plush. Her hairneedsmy fists.
My mind overflows with pure, primal desire as her walls clench around me like she’s wringing the blood out of my body. My length twitches for the second time tonight, my come squirting deep inside of her, and for the briefest second, my eyes close, the uncontrollable pleasure taking hold of me—
Then something cold presses against my forehead.
I open my eyes, staring back at my own gun clutched in her hand.
My come never stops filling her up, and she breathes through her lips, staying still as the moon, almost like she wants to savor this moment. The last twitch of seed flicks through me, and her eyes glance down between us, almost as if she expects to see me limp.
But I’ll never be flaccid. Not when it comes to her. I’m still hard and I needmore,the blood pumping through me as if every cell in my bodyknowsshe’s near.
Adrenaline fuels me, bringing a hint of a grin to my lips. There’s nothing quite like having a beautiful woman put a gun to your head when you’re deep inside of her.
Still, I pull out, knowing it’s what she wants. My fly hangs open, my jeans around my hips as I get to my knees. She keeps the gun aimed at my forehead. The corn stalks rub against my flannel shirt, but with her shorts and tank top, she’s going to be scratched as hell when the sun rises.
What I would give to see her torn up like that, the morning after.
“You going to shoot?” I ask. “Go on, now. Give yourself some trouble.”
She examines me again. My arousal is obvious; bulging, red, veiny, and ready for her. Her lips pucker, almost like she knows just how much power she has over me: a man torn between desire and survival, the need to fuck her winning over the need to kill her for what we both know she saw. Hunger lingers in her composure as her pupils dilate further, almost like shelikesthe desire I have for her, even if she mentally denies it. The strong woman inside of her should resist a man whoforcesher to do anything.
But now, she’s got me trapped.
I hold the base of my rod, squeezing it. Another drop of pre-cum pools on the tip, begging for her. I roll my finger in it, teasing myself as I fixate on that black-haired beauty in all of her glory. Hair tangled. Covered in dirt. Red puckered lips. Come dripping down her thighs. Holding a gun. Ready to kill me.
“Look at what you do to me,” I growl.
A sharp breath trickles through her throat, bringing her back to her senses. She runs through the field, taking my gun with her. I fist my length, feeding off of her fear, listening to the corn stalks fight against each other as she flees. I find my feet, still clutching myself with my palm, knowing that I’mlettingher get away.
Waiting until I start coming to steal my gun? Hell, she deserves it.
Maybe I want her to get away.
“Let me give you a warning,” I shout, still touching myself. “If you don’t keep quiet, I’m going to find you.” The remnants of her vanilla scent waft through the night air, and I suck it down like it’s the last breath I’ll ever have. “And I’m going to get my fill. And when I’m done with you, I’m going to put you in the ground.”
Chapter2
Duane
present
Todd motionsme into his office, but it ain’t an office. It’s more like a hole in the heart of the strip club, covered in coffee stains, loose papers, and my favorite part: the surveillance cameras. He pulls the edges of his red vest, smoothing the silk over his white button-up shirt, as if formal clothes hide all the illegal shit he does underneath.
I don’t care what he does. As long as he sticks to our arrangement.
“I didn’t realize she was coming in today,” he says.
Todd and I—we’ve got ourselves a deal. I give him our product, which he sells to his clients. He gets a bigger than typical cut of the proceeds, and as a bonus on my end, he ‘hires’ me to come watch the surveillance footage, keeping an eye on things. Really, we both know I’m only interested in Secret, his stripper from Oakdale. I like seeing my little Hitch in action.
I’ve been stalking her for months now.
“You good for a while?” Todd asks.
I tilt my head toward the back of the building. “Left a case in the back of the truck.”
