Page 78 of Caution Tape

Nolan spins me around as his thrusts become frantic, the entire bed shaking as Natalie gurgles, her throat now a real-life waterfall of red. She collapses onto the mattress beside us, her head next to mine, clutching at her neck and trying to scoop the blood back inside the open wound, although it continues to trickle through her fingers.

Switching our positions, I straddle Nolan’s hips, positioning the head of his cock at my entrance and stare into his eyes deeply.

“Tell me, Nolan,” I plead, lowering myself onto him slowly, inch by inch, until I’m entirely consumed with him.

He grips my waist, and his mouth falls open.

“Yours,” he confirms, growing harder inside me. “Fuck… Cora… I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“Yes,” I encourage, rolling my hips, and building up speed as I ride him. “Nolan—I—“

He reaches up and presses his palm over my lips, silencing me. I lock my eyes with Nolan’s and begin bouncing on his thick cock. The bed squeaks. The headboard slams against the wall. Natalie groans with terror.

Nolan and I come together, crying out euphorically. He sits up and wraps his arms around my frame, holding me close as I slow my pace, rolling my hips in small, precise circles.

I run my bloody hands through his hair, and he presses his forehead against mine, breathing me in. My orgasm swallows me whole. Here we are, embracing one another and coming hard while his annoying bitch of an ex bleeds out on the bed beside us.

How utterly romantic!

My heart fucking pounds.

With his fingertips, he traces gentle patterns on my lower back before framing my face with his hands. His eyes meet mine. There are grins on our faces as we both wait for the other to look away. My stomach sinks when I realize neither of us are going to.

“Kiss me,” I gasp.

Abruptly, Natalie rolls onto the floor, making a mess, and our lips collide.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Cora

“Ican hear your brain chewing on itself.” He turns over on his side and props his head up on his fist, gazing at me. “What are you thinking about?” Nolan asks, breaking me from my thoughts.

I’m thinking about how much my life has changed since I met him. He’s shown me that it’s okay to be myself. That there is nothing wrong with me. That I am fine just the way I am.

For all these years, I’ve always felt different from everyone else. But when I look at Nolan, it’s like looking into a mirror. I have this image of us as black shadows, lurking in dark alleys and weaving between crowds of people. Like vampires.

Monsters.

I play around with these thoughts in my mind, when suddenly, he takes my jaw in his hand and turns me to face him. I stare into his eyes.

“You’re being quiet,” he observes, tracing my lips with his thumb.

“Am I?”

He nods.

My brain doesn’t know how to pivot and throw something back at him. My whole life, I’ve been so entirely against making any real connections with people. I tried to care about Jerald, but all of that went out the window the second I realized it was never about him to begin with.

I wasn’t mad that my friend was murdered.

I was mad that I never had the balls to do it myself.

It would have been so easy.

Aside from Jerri, Nolan is the closest I’ve ever been to connecting with someone. He understands me on this deep, sensual level. Heseesme. He sees the darkness inside me and embraces it with open arms.

The same, twisted urge I feel to strangle customers; that itching of violence that writhes inside of me, has been tamed into attraction. Aimed at Nolan.

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