Page 147 of Sinister Legacy
My head rolls on the pillow, and I offer her a smile of my own. The stitched wounds on my stomach throb with a dull ache as I reach for her hand. She immediately grabs it, placing a kiss on the back.
“Miss me, baby?” I tease, stroking my thumb over her knuckles.
Keira doesn’t miss a beat. “So much, King.”
Smiling, I wince at the pain. I’ve lost a lot of blood and had a transfusion.
Her apple scent invades my nostrils as she leans in and whispers, “I have good news.”
“Yeah?” I wet my lips, adjusting my head on the soft pillow. “Tell me, baby.”
The scrape of her chair rings out in the small room as she scoots closer. Placing her forearm on the mattress, she strokes my unruly, black hair away from my brow and trails a line between my eyebrows and lips. “Riveiro survived.”
I hum in agreement, enjoying her burning gaze and how it stirs my cock, despite the dull pain in my body.
“The cameras were all off. She’s testifying that someone else attacked her while I was in the room with Wells.” She lowers her voice, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Her story fits with ours. Everyone thinks Ava is responsible for the killings.”
After Keira hacked Madison to pieces, she stabbed Ava with a knife to make it look like self-defense, not wishing to explain to the police why she took an axe to all her limbs. We needed a scapegoat, and Ava was it. Let’s just say they’ll never find Madison’s remains, and Ava is dead, so she can’t tell the truth about what happened.
“That’s great,” I reply, palming the back of her neck and pulling her down to my lips. I need to taste her. Need to reassure myself that it’s all over.
She hums against my possessive, hungry lips before breaking away to kiss my jaw and neck. Her wet lips graze my ear as she whispers, “It’s over.”
“Can you please climb onto this hospital bed and ride my dick. I’m hard as a fucking rock, and it’s torture to be this close to you and not be allowed to touch you.”
Her sweet giggles fill the air but then she climbs on, shocking the daylight out of me.
“You’re wearing a skirt.”
“I had a feeling you’d need looking after.” She settles beneath the thin blanket, lifts my hospital gown, and guides me to her sweet cunt. The heart monitor gives away my excitement as I grip her hips while she sinks down on my dick.
“You’re not wearing any panties,” I choke out, digging my fingers into her pale skin.
Her dirty, black Chucks stain the white sheet. She begins to move, riding me like she’s longed for my cock as much as I’ve longed for her, careful not to hurt my dressing.
“I fucking love your dick!” Keira grips my chin, pressing her damp lips to mine. Then she bites me and rolls her hips. “Fucking love how good it hurts when I’m not ready.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, arching my neck as the heart monitor goes wild beside me. “You fuck so fucking dirty, baby.”
It’s true.
Keira fucks me like she owns me.
And she does.
“This fucking pussy,” I grind out, bruising her hips with my tattooed fingers.
“Smile, baby.”
The Polaroid camera is in my face. It clicks, then whirs. Tossing it down beside me, she grabs my hand and wraps my fingers around her pale, slender neck. “Choke me.”
I slap her soft ass with my free hand, the sound muffled beneath the thin blanket. “When I’m let out of here, I’m gonna fuck your ass so good you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip until a bead of blood rushes to the surface. She makes no move to remove it, and my balls draw up tight when it slides down the curve of her pale chin.
“Come inside me, King. I want to your cum to trickle down my legs when I stand up.”
“Your dirty fucking mouth is going to get you into trouble,” I reply with a grunt, my breaths growing choppy. Keira is doing it on purpose. It’s there, in that damn sparkle in her eyes when she smiles and rides me harder.
