Page 84 of Sinister Legacy
“It’s only right that you get to experience what I did when you forced me to dig a grave for hours, not knowing if I would live or die.”
Keira is a goddamn goddess coated in sin and sadistic pleasure.
Because sheisenjoying this.
It’s there in the cold, callous sparkle in her eyes. For a moment, I imagine this is what her father looked like when he feasted on his victims’ fear.
She has his eyes. When she looks at me, with the spade gripped tightly in her hands and strands of her blonde hair stuck to the sheen of sweat on her temple, I know I’m looking into the eyes of a monster. I like what I see—that she feels safe enough with me to show me her true nature.
I kill the distance between us, palm the back of her damp neck, and crush my lips to her soft ones. My tongue delves into her mouth to tangle with hers while she fists the hem of my T-shirt beneath my leather jacket.
I’m so fucking obsessed with Keira.
The need to unearth all of her secrets and the hidden layers she keeps safely guarded has me hungering for more. I’ll never get enough of her. Not while there’s breath in her lungs and whimpers to be coaxed from her lips.
I take the shovel from her fingers with one hand, the other tangled in her long hair, and nip her bottom lip with my teeth before releasing her.
The blade sinks into the wet ground again and again as I proceed to bury the fucker alive. It takes a long fucking time, but I have all the patience in the world.
Especially when Keira wraps her arms around my waist and grins down at a terrified Liam, who’s on his side in a pool of blood, screaming himself hoarse. As if that will save him.
Nothing will.
Liam thought he could hurt her.
Scare her.
He doesn’t deserve to live.
My arms burn with pain when, finally, only patches of his pale face peek through the mud. He’s snorting desperately as it gets in his nose, and I know the next shovel of dirt will be the last before he slowly suffocates to death.
A sick sense of anticipation swirls low in my stomach, heightened even more when Keira peers up at me from beneath her long, wispy lashes with a look of cold-blooded detachment.
She wets her plump lips and reaches down to cup me through my jeans.
To see her true, hidden self like this—dark, dangerous, and deadly—has my heart thudding heavily in my chest, and it’s not from the exertion of burying her boyfriend alive.
It’s from the intimate connection between Keira and me. Something was cemented here tonight.
I scoop up more dirt and toss it over Liam’s face. Silence settles over the woods while I stare at Keira’s pale face and flushed cheeks. The icy wind has caused her lips to chap, and she’s shivering.
“Fuck me, King,” she pleads, her teeth chattering. “I need you.”
This girl…
While Liam slowly suffocates to death in his grave, I pick Keira up by her waist, guide her legs around my hips, and carry her over to the nearest tree.
Once there, I help her out of her jeans and panties before freeing my aching dick and grabbing hold below her knee. I lift it up and align the thick head of my dick with her soaking, pink cunt.
Leaning back slightly, I stare down between our bodies and watch my dick tear through her tight pussy. The killing must have riled her up because she’s so fucking wet that I meet no resistance. My dick disappears inside her tight cunt, and when I slide it back out to the tip, it glistens with her arousal.
I ram my cock back inside her and guide her ankle to my shoulder before placing my thumbs on each side of her pussy lips and spreading them apart to reveal all of her.
“Fuck,” I groan, staring at her puffy slit. While I have seen and fucked a lot of pussy in my life, hers is hands down the prettiest I’ve come across.
“King,” she moans. With her eyes on me, she reaches down between her legs and begins to circle her clit, while I hold her open. “You’re so big…”
“Keep talking like that, and I won’t last.”
