Page 119 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

Did they make Evangeline write the note before they killed her? That’s the only thing that makes some element of sense. Like they forced her to write it so it would look like a suicide.

“I feel like crying and screaming.” Her withered voice cuts into my thoughts. She sucks in a sharp breath and holds back on her tears.

“Baby, maybe you need to.”

She shakes her head. “No. Mustn’t break down again… I won’t make it back. I can’t go back down that road. It’s too dark and scary. I lose myself there.”

I reach out to touch her but I pull back. I feel dirty. Unclean in every sense of the word.

I washed the blood off me, but … I’m still a dirty mobster and this little angelic being has no place near me.

I move to go but she reaches for me, touching my arm, holding on to me.

“Please… no… don’t leave me. Don’t do that, try to touch me and think you can’t. I’m still yours.” Tears slide down her cheeks.

Her words make me recall a truth I banked on when I decided to step over the line of friendship.

All that time I allowed her to think she wasn’t mine, that she didn’t belong to me. She did and she still does.

I look at her and she looks like mine.

Still my girl.

No matter what is happening that part is true. The woman standing before me is mine and no one can tell me otherwise. If something is true it will always be true. Doesn’t matter what the hell anyone wants to say or do about it.

So when she reaches for me I allow her to touch me.

First she cups my face then her hands smooth over my shoulders to back off my coat. It drops to the ground and she starts working on undoing the buttons of my shirt. Her fingers flutter over my chest and that’s it. All it takes for me to give in to the temptation of her.

I reach for her, and capture her lips for a possessive kiss. The blast of passion that washes over me is insatiable. It flushes over my skin like wildfire ignited by gasoline as we kiss with wild reckless abandon, from being starved of each other.

It makes me wonder if this is how the other guys feel with their women.

You meet that one woman, that one girl who you know you can’t live without so you do what you have to keep her. Keep her safe.

But I’m supposed to let her go.

I just can’t.

Not yet.

Not tonight, not when I’m holding her and kissing her like this.

I lift the hem of her shirt and take it off, next her jeans. I don’t stop until she’s naked before me. I shed my clothes then claim her mouth again, tasting her and savoring her, but my body needs more.

I back her against the wall and flip her around to face it. I run my fingers over her lush ass.Fuck, I missed her body like nothing else and I can’t believe I survived all this time without her.

I’m taking her from behind first and I’m putting life on pause. Forgetting everything so I can be with my woman.

I slide my fingers over her pussy lips and lower to lick over her slick opening making sure she’s ready to take the raw fuck I want to give her.

She moans as I lick and the pure feminine sounds of satisfaction arouse me, turning me on. It awakens the primal sensation inside me to take her.

I rise, line up my dick with her hot opening and thrust into her hot wet cunt. Her tight little pussy feels so fucking good around my dick. So good my balls tighten painfully in response to the clasp of her walls that wrap securely around me.

I start to pound into her and I notice her trying to hold in her moans. I realize then it’s because of where we are. At my parent’s house.

“It’s okay baby, scream if you want to,” I tell her, releasing my candor. “Thick walls.”

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