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Why the fuck was she thinking about him while my dick owned what he’d wanted for himself?

Addilyn continued to shift with every slow thrust of my hips I couldn’t stop regardless of the sudden topic.

What the fuck ever. At least her pussy was wrapped around my cock.

“I wanted to ruin him financially, leave him with nothing,” I said, shoving fully into her. “But after hearing what he did to you?” I thrust again, holding her gaze, keeping her with me in the present. “Fuck mercy,” I whispered harshly. “I’m going to end him.”

Her pupils swelled, like the thought of me spilling my own fucking father’s blood turned her on. “Good.”

Getting aroused by my promise to take his life? Addilyn Reed couldn’t be any more perfect, and that truth sent adrenaline rushing through me, made pre-cum ooze all over the insides of her pussy.

“I thought you’d talk me out of it,” I said, withdrawing and sliding right the fuck back into heaven, my balls drawing up over her wet heat clasping at me.

She snorted, grinding her hips to take me deeper. “After the horror he put me through…he doesn’t deserve to live.” Addilyn pressed close to me, sinking her teeth into my lower lip until the coppery tang of blood hit my tongue.

My dick jerked inside her, and I let out a groan as she lapped at the wetness she’d caused.

“Just make it hurt first,” she whispered against my mouth.

“Fuck, princess.” I thrusted and throbbed, her desire for blood heating mine. “I will—count on it.”

“I want to be there.” She licked my lower lip again, her body writhing in my hold as I chased the rush tingling in my balls.

This fucking woman…her tits jiggled with every slam of my hips.

“I want to see him powerless. Hopeless.” She grunted, eyes glazing over at how harshly I took her. “I want to hear him beg for you to stop torturing him.”

“Fuck, yes.”

“He needs to beg for his life,” she continued, grasping at my hair. “And I want to look into his eyes as the life fades from him.”

“Hearing you say shit like that…Jesus.” I held her tight against me and slammed against her womb. Cum fucking erupted, and I grunted and groaned with every pulse shooting from my aching balls to coat her insides.

“Fuck.” I blinked her into focus while catching my breath. “You’re one hell of a woman, Addilyn, making me cum like a goddamn kid.”

She squeezed her pussy around my flagging dick. “Wanting those things doesn’t make me sick?”

“I just filled you full of cum while talking about killing the man who gave me life. Who’s the sick fuck?”

She didn’t answer, so I pulled from her body’s warm clasp, shoved her onto her back, and showed her what sick was by licking her clean of my own cum and fingering her sore pussy until she drenched the mattress beneath us.

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For three days, we ate, slept, and fucked. Showered—and fucked in there too. Addilyn got on her knees for me and choked on my dick while water sluiced over my body, reminding me so much of the first time that I damn near blew early like an untried teenager.

Fucking Addilyn…my sweet princess. Claimed she didn’t want my dick just to get me to fuck her rough and ragged. Begged for it if I tried to savor every second and made her wait.

I forgot my goddamn name while balls deep inside her body. Until she called it out while soaking my dick—then I’d go and forget it again while emptying.

When I wasn’t losing myself in her, we talked about my plans and morphed them when ideas came to her.

Like Bonny and Clyde come back to life, we planned our rampage, but unlike them, we wouldn’t end up riddled with bullets.

She had money of her own, or would once her birthday came to pass, so no bank robbing lay on our to-do list.

I just needed to keep her safe until that time.

Lloyd continued to text, and I finally answered, telling him she’d broken but I hadn’t yet had my fill of exacting revenge on her ass. A lie, but what the fuck ever. I’d been the one to break and couldn’t give a flying fuck over that fact.

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