Page 43 of PortCity Killers

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Bryce sat down on the floor in front of me, his arms wrapping around my waist from where I slouched on the couch. I lifted my hands, running them through his hair, mussing it up before I let my fingers trail through his beard.

He gave me a groan, lightly rubbing his nose in my lap. My giggle was ripped from me when he started peppering my thighs with kisses, and tiny bites. His teeth were wide and blunt, but his nibbles sent little butterflies through me.

“Stop. I’m trying to sulk.”

He laughed, his tone light and teasing, “I know, that’s exactly why I did it, dumb baby. So, what did you leave out?”

I threw my head back against the couch, groaning.

“Do I have to tell you now?” I pouted, “I kind of just want to pretend my life is less complicated than it apparently is right now.”

He gave me a devilish look, “Again, that is exactly why it needs to be talked about.”

My huff of breath was met with small kisses that started at my knees. Bryce pressed his lips gently to my skin, his mouth slightly open. I gasped when his tongue darted out, squirming underneath him.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered against me, “For every detail you tell me, I’ll give you a kiss. Deal?”

I nodded; my eyes glued to his blue ones. When I didn’t immediately start, he raised a brow, lifting his lips away, “Deal!”

He winked then, a quick, playful gesture that squeezed at my heart.

“So, I told you Valentina kissed me,” my breathing started coming in ragged pants, as he made his way up my thigh, “When I, you know, when I killed Collin.”

“How did you kill him?” he murmured.

“He was drugged, I think, and they brought him in. Valentina held him while I stabbed him, and then she–she kissed me. She just grabbed the back of my neck and pushed him deeper into the blade.”

Bryce’s eyes looked up sharply at me, but he didn’t stop, “How did it feel?”

I shook my head, but instead of lifting away he slowly pulled against the flesh of my inner thigh, biting down. I gasped at the small pricks of pain, but breathed through it. It didn’t really hurt, not as much as I knew it could, but he wasn’t going to let me off the hook.

He pushed my shorts up, pulling my legs apart as he made his way between them. He took another bite, harder this time, sucking as he did. I hissed, my eyes never leaving his icy ones.

“I don’t know–fuck,” I jumped when he bit a particularly tender piece of flesh, “It was wet and his blood was...so warm, warmer, I guess, than I thought it would be. I just couldn’t think of anything else, and then she was kissing me, and it felt, I don’t know, intimate, maybe.”

He pulled up off of me, taking my shorts with him. I lifted my hips up, my heart pounding from him being so fucking close to where I was wet and aching, just from telling him about the kiss—about the kill.

“And? Did you like it?”

I squeezed my eyes shut, head resting on the back of the couch as I nodded.

“Tell me,” His voice was rough, coaxing, “It’s okay; daddy isn’t going to judge you.”

I felt the tears tracking down my cheeks, but I didn’t want to admit it to him. He still felt like a fucking cop for Christ’s sake, no matter how long it had been or what he did now.

He used to put away people who killed others, no matter what he was doing for his job right now. No matter what he had done in the past...right? But his breathing was heavy as he kissed between my thighs.

He lifted each of my legs up so I was spread wide for him. A sob bubbled from my lips, but he didn’t stop kissing me.

“Look at me, baby.”

I did. I slowly dragged my eyes from the ceiling to his heated, molten pools of neon blue. It was like a sucker punch to the gut, seeing him between my legs looking at me like he was the Big Bad Wolf and I was nothing but Little Red running through the woods.

“Sometimes we have to do things we don’t want, bad things, so we can survive,” he said, pressed a kiss to my knee as he pulled it over his shoulder, “And sometimes we like doing bad things, even when we’re trying to be good.”

He planted another kiss on the other one, resting it gently, so fucking gently, beside his head before his hands crawled up my hips. I was panting, squirming, my body beyond aching before he pulled me down the couch.

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