Page 38 of Dead Woman Walking

He smacks my ass hard again, earning a yelp. He shows no mercy, spanking me until my pussy is dripping around him, and I am begging for him to stop, which he doesn’t. My ass gets so hot and raw from the constant smacking.

I cry until my throat is raw and tears are rolling down my face from the pain. Yet, the pain makes me tighten around him and wetter with each spanking he gave. He slams himself over and over into me even when I am so tight.

Finally, he stops spanking me, grabbing my wide hips to pull me back into him. Flesh slapping fills the air.

“I’m so close, Jax,” I cry, bouncing my hips back to meet him. He groans, fisting my hair as the other presses against my clit. My moan hitches, and the moment I hit my high, I almost feel boneless. A cry rips through my throat as I grip the counter.

“Fuck!” He snaps before moaning and filling me with his hot cum. “I’m… serious, Artemis.”

“Huh?” I ask, stuck on cloud nine.

He pulls from my pussy, turning me around and pinning me against the counter. He grabs my chin, tilting my head back to look up at him. “I’m serious. Next time you doubt yourself over a man, I’m killing you. I will gut you and have you begging for more. Got it?”

My pussy clenches. “Yeah. I understand.”

“Good girl,” he mutters, slanting his mouth over mine.

I sigh, clenching my fist into his shirt as his cum drips down my thighs.

He pulls back, eyes watching me before he says, “Tell me if you like your tattoos.” He begins cleaning his dick as I look down at my wrapped thighs.

A smirk curls on my face as I move to the mirror. On my right thigh, right above the scars, it says “Property of Jaxon, Kyler, and Evander” in their handwriting. They had gotten my name tattooed on their chests a while ago, so it was fitting I do the same for my soulmates. Then on the other side is a beautiful garden with a beautiful statue. It reminds me of Persephone’s garden which he knows I love. Right on her body in various places are beautiful gold butterflies.

“This…” My eyes tear up.

“Oh fuck. Just tell me you hate it,” Jax mutters, putting on his belt.

“Shut up. I love it!”

“Good,” he mutters, kissing my head and glancing at me in the mirror. “Because I love you, Artemis.”

My heart swells as I stare at him. “I love you too, Jax.”

Epilogue

A month later

The paint splatters onto the floor as music fills the air. Thank GodEvander put down a tarp for me or this would be a huge cleanup. My fingers brush over the painting, pushing the paint around.

I step back and smile at my abstract painting of a few flowers. I feel like a kid again, painting with my fingers. It fills my inner child with a type of joy that I can’t explain.

“You got something on your face,” Ky says, moving to me.

I lift my face as he wipes something cold against my cheek. With a gasp, I see the yellow paint on his finger.

“Ky!” I push him back a bit as he laughs. Quickly, I scoop some blue and try to rub it on his face. But Ky is faster and stronger, able to push my hands away. We are both laughing, trying to paint on each other.

He grabs my hips, lifting me away from getting more paint, but that only gives me time to change his hair color to a blue. His heavy hand spanks my ass as the music cuts off and my phone begins ringing.

“Saved by the bell,” I tease, rubbing my ass when he sets me down. I move around the area we created for me to paint and pick up my phone without looking. “Hello?”

“Artemis Bower?” Says a heavy voice I don’t recognize.

My eyes glance at Ky, and he instantly moves closer. “Speaking. Who is this?”

“My name is Office Richard Ryans. Would you be able to come into your local police department for a few questions?”

My heart drops straight into my ass, but I say, “Yes, sir, I can do that. Would you like me to go to the police station today?” Kyler stiffens, fists tightening at his side.

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