Page 100 of Sinister Legacy
Keira barely makes it halfway down the hallway when I collide with her back. She screams and kicks and flails, but I’m soon buried to the hilt inside her sore cunt, fucking her so hard against the worn carpet that she’ll have friction burns in the morning.
This time, it’s not sweet or gentle.
I fuck her from behind like she means nothing to me.
Like she’s a stranger that I grabbed down a dark alley.
Her sweet, haunted sobs spur me on, and when I press the sharp blade against her throat and nick her skin on purpose, she comes. Fuck does she come, pulsing around my throbbing length like a slut.
My slut.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunt, slamming my hips into her pale ass cheeks one last time before releasing inside her with a choked sound deep in my chest.
It goes on for fucking ever.
By the time I roll off her, I’m fucking spent.
It’s not even five in the morning when I kiss King goodbye. The freezing morning air has my nipples puckering inside my thin, baby-pink tank top. I can’t believe he dragged me out of the warm bed for this.
“You can stay,” I reassure him as he climbs through the window. “My mom won’t be home for hours.”
We’ve fucked all night. I’m sore everywhere, but the part of me that aches the most is the organ in my chest. It feels too full, and it’s agony to watch him leave. Happiness like this frightens me the most because it can so easily be snatched away.
When I’m with King, my father’s execution, the killer that’s on the loose, and everything else fades away. I love that he gives my heart a rest from all the drama.
“I’ll see you at school, baby.” He gives me one last kiss.
“You can use the front door.”
“I would have to sneak past the cops.”
“Don’t you think they will have nodded off by now?”
King’s smile is naughty. “You’re cute when you’re trying to convince me to stay.” He starts to climb down, and I lean over the ledge, noting the thin layer of snow on the ground. It’s still coming down, but only slightly. As King jumps from the trellis, his Doc Martens sink into the snow, and white flurries stick to his inky, black hair.
With my forearms on the ledge, I smile down at him. “I’m gonna slip back into bed and play with my pussy.”
He breathes a laugh. “The fuck you are. Don’t make me climb back up.”
My heart clenches with emotion, and the sensation feels so good but strangely frightening, too. It wasn’t all that long ago, I wanted to disappear. Now here I am, ready to lock King away in my bedroom so that he won’t leave. I miss him already, and he’s still here, staring up at me from beneath my window.
“I’m gonna fuck myself and think of you.”
“You’re so damn evil,” he says with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “Get back into bed. It’s freezing.”
The breeze moves my hair off my shoulders as I watch him walk down the sidewalk, away from the cop car.
When he’s out of sight, I glance back at the car that’s only just visible from here. There’s movement inside, so at least my guards survived another night.
I pause as I let my gaze trail over King’s footsteps in the snow. His aren’t theonlyfootsteps. A second set of footsteps steers off in the opposite direction, down the side of the house, toward the entrance that leads to the kitchen. My heart kickstarts in my chest, going into overdrive as my gaze dances across my bedroom to the closed door.
It snowed all night, so those footsteps are fresh.
Chewing my lip, I debate my options. Stay here and cower, or investigate?
Walking up to my wardrobe, I pull a gray, oversized hoodie off a hanger and slide it over my head. The sleeves are so long that I have to fold them up over my wrists.
I pad up to the door, the wooden floor cold beneath my feet, and carefully push the handle down to stop the hinges from creaking. With bated breath, I peer outside. The empty hallway stretches on for miles. At least, that’s what it feels like when I sneak outside and take slow, measured steps toward the staircase.
