Page 70 of Caution Tape

He breaks our kiss, squeezing my throat. “Give me another one,” he orders, my pussy throbbing and clenching tighter around his cock with each stroke. “One more, Cora,” he harshly demands.

I release hoarse whimpers from my next impending orgasm, until he tightens his grasp once more, cutting off all air entirely.

My heart pounds. A rush of adrenaline courses through my veins once my body slips into a fight for survival. There’s such beauty and peace that comes with fearful panic. Little black dots disrupt my vision before my eyes roll into the back of my head. Slipping further and further away, suddenly, I fall apart beneath him.

I come hard.

Harder than I ever have before. A release so powerful it’s almost painful.

Nolan releases his vice grip on my throat and slams his fist into the mattress beside my head, keeping himself upright as he slams his hips against mine over and over, rocking my body back and forth on top of our lifeless friend.

With that, Colton’s decapitated head rolls off the bed and collides with the floor.

“Cora,” he breathes beside my ear, spilling himself inside me with sharp, urgent thrusts. “Cora?”

“Nolan,” I whisper, tracing the muscles in his shoulders and feeling them flex beneath my touch.

“Youarecrazy,“ he says, pressing a soft kiss on my lips. “Just the right amount.”

My heart grows ten sizes.

“Now let’s burn this shithole to the ground.”

We spend the next twenty minutes dowsing the entire house in gasoline. I smile when he hands me the match. It’s a serene scene before us as we watch it go up in flames. Nolan tosses the trash bag containing the Parker’s heads into the trunk and then we settle into Michael’s car.

“Nolan?”

“Hmm?” he mumbles, his attention fixed on the blazing fire and smokey haze as we drive past.

“What now?”

“I’m not sure.”

I nod. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

It takes him a minute to respond. My stomach sinks from the impending rejection, until he takes my hand and brings it to his lips.

“Okay.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Nolan

We wash off and spend the night together at Michael’s house. The next morning, Cora has me drop her off at home so she can change and take a nap before work. Another domestic pantomime. I laugh as I drive away from her house in the dead man’s car. It was all so easy. So easy to tell Cora a bunch of lines about feeling empty. A bunch of hackneyed psychiatric bullshit that would echo her own pitiful woes.

I’m a monster, Nolan.

No, you’re not, Cora. You’re just an angry little girl and all it took was one guy with a nice smile to get you to crumble.

It all sounds good as I drive back to Michael’s house. Michael’s house has very much become a house of corpses, to my delight. I almost want to kill someone in each room of that home, but there won’t be enough time.

So do it now. Why are you hesitating? Call the cops and run, now. You’d have so much of a head start. They’d never find you.

I want to see what Cora has planned.

You just want to fuck her again. Admit it. You might even like that little nutcase.

I look in the rearview mirror, my dark eyes gazing back at me. I grin.

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