Page 82 of Sinister Legacy
Putting the car in drive, I step on the gas to the soundtrack of Liam’s angry, hoarse screams.
As soon as we’re out of there, I reach for Keira’s fingers. We fit together perfectly, like two missing puzzle pieces. Her pale hand looks so tiny in my tanned one. I quite like that I’m physically bigger and stronger than her, and she’s so small compared to me. It makes me want to hurt her in the best way possible.
“Hey, quarterback,” I call out, sparing him a glance in the rearview mirror. “I have a special surprise for you today.”
His nostrils flare aggressively as his eyes fly up to meet mine. He’s pissed and scared.
“The thing is…” I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles white against the dark leather. “You hurt my girl.”
Thick and heavy silence settles over the car while Liam glares at me. I have come to appreciate it a lot lately: how it heightens anticipation or fear.
My voice comes out deadly calm. “No one touches my girl and lives to tell the tale.”
Keira’s gaze burns the side of my face, but I don’t look at her. Not while I have Liam’s full attention.
“You fucked with the wrong person, quarterback.”
“King?” Keira’s soft voice draws my attention away from the asshole in the backseat, and I reach out and wrap my fingers around her slender throat. If for no other reason than to soothe the restless monster inside me that wants to tear the quarterback to pieces and fuck his girlfriend in his blood.
Keira’s hands fly up to my forearm, but I don’t miss how she squeezes her thighs together to alleviate the ache building inside her. She loves the depraved just as much as I do.
“Baby,” I breathe out, caressing her pulse point with my thumb while watching the road. “I’m gonna bury your boyfriend. You sure you wanna be there to watch it? I can drop you off somewhere.”
Unfastening the seatbelt, she shoves my hand off her neck and leans across the center console. Her warm, soft lips find my ear. “I want to watch, King.”
My throat jumps as goosebumps dot my arms. I’m fucking aching for her.
As if she knows her effect on me, she palms my throbbing cock through my jeans and licks a path up the side of my neck all the way to my earlobe. Sinking her teeth into it, she squeezes the outline of my hard dick.
“Such a fucking tease,” I grit out, wringing the steering wheel.
“Just drive, babe.”
I smirk at Liam in the rearview while Keira makes swift work of my belt with her sweet ass in the air.
I must be a sick fuck, because I get off on knowing he’s about to watch the object of his obsession, his precious girlfriend, suck me greedily, while he roars and screams in the backseat like a pathetic loser.
Her warm mouth envelops me, and she takes no prisoners as she begins to deep-throat me right away.
“Fuck,”I hiss out, one hand in her hair, the other wringing the steering wheel until I worry my knuckles might pop out of the skin. How I get us to our destination in one piece is beyond me. But I do, by some miracle.
Cutting the engine, I kick out my legs in the footwell and sit back to enjoy the show. “I have missed this mouth,” I tell her before sucking on my middle finger, getting it nice and wet, and slipping it inside her jeans. “Greedy little pussy, huh?” I slide it knuckle-deep into her cunt, then back out to circle her tight exit. She stiffens when I press forward but soon relaxes back against me. “There’s my good girl, let me in.”
With a quick glance in the mirror, I wink at Liam before closing my eyes with a grunt. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Keira licks and sucks and teases until it fucking hurts to hold back.
Defeated, Liam’s angry roars die down, and he rolls over onto his back and stares up at the roof.
I come with a deep grunt, and my girl greedily swallows every drop before sitting back and wiping her mouth while she scans the clearing where I parked.
There’s nothing out here on this rarely used dirt road except for overgrown, dried grass and tall trees.
I know the moment realization dawns. Keira’s wide, blue eyes collide with mine, and I smirk as I reach for the door handle. “You sure you wanna do this, baby?”
Her response is to exit the car.
Fuck me.I stare at her ass in her denim jeans for too long before opening the car door and joining her outside in the chilly air that smells of freshly fallen rain and wet moss. The cold instantly seeps through my leather jacket, but I don’t bother zipping it up. Instead, I throw open the passenger door to the backseat, hauling Liam outside. After cutting the zip ties around his ankles, I step back and pull the gun from my jacket’s inside pocket.
