Page 104 of His Deadly Lies

He lowers his mouth to mine, leaving me with no chance to pull back, no escape, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses me, and the touch brings out something feral inside of me. A desperate and dark need to cover his skin with mine and to make him beg for me. A tingle shoots through me from my lips to my toes before settling in my core and leaving me dripping for Carter.

We’re alone here, and there’s no one to stop and watch us pleasure each other. Doesn’t matter one fucking bit either way. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get what I want, and right now, that’s Carter inside of me.

I pull back to stare at him, his cheeks flush with lust and his eyes bright.

He grabs the edge of my bikini and yanks it down, my breasts bouncing free. “This isn’t going to be slow, and it isn’t going to be sweet,” he warns, pushing his own shorts down to free his cock. He’s already hard and glistening for me.

I lick my lips, and my mouth goes dry, every part of me wanting him as I say, “I’ve been wet since you walked over.”

“Goddammit.”

Carter maneuvers me around, and I let out a screech when he bends to pick me up, his arms hooking underneath my knees. His hands are on the back of my neck. Mine got to his hips once I guided his dick to my entrance. He leans back, balancing on his knees with me in his arms and the Caribbean breeze teasing my bare pussy. Then he’s inside of me with a single thrust, using me like some kind of toy as he fucks me.

My jaw drops, mouth open, and eyes closed as he pistons in, out, the movement just as fast and demanding as he warned. The position isn’t sustainable, but fuck, it’s hot. It gets him deep inside me, and my muscles shift and tense to accommodate his length. Carter leans back even more and surges forward hard enough to push a cry from me.

“Oh, fuck,” I manage to get out.

He lets out a breathy chuckle. “That’s the idea, Princess.”

I’m panting, gasping, begging for more. Begging for salvation and release. In the next instant, Carter shifts me around and positions me on my hands and knees, surging into me from behind and swatting me on the side of the ass. The movement sends me forward, sends fire through my veins.

I arch my hips higher to take all of him, and he covers my body with his, his hand gripping my neck from the front this time rather than the back. Pushing me down harder into the sand.

It’s exquisite friction.

“I’m too sandy to finger your clit, baby,” Carter groans. “I’ll make it up to you.”

He’s too rough for me to even speak. Only smile and hold on for the ride as I watch his cock slide in and out of me, my pussy taking the pounding. My knuckles turn white with how hard I’m holding on to him.

“Damn.” The word explodes out of me. “Just touch me. Do it.”

“My beautiful princess. How will I ever get anything done when my cock gets hard thinking about you?”

I gasp when he slides a hand between us to finger my clit anyway. The other hand grabs my hair as he bites the side of my neck.

My voice is hoarse from moaning, every inch of me covered in a thin layer of sweat. “I love you, Mia.”

I’ll never get tired of hearing him say it.

And when his movements grow brutal, when he comes inside of me, and his warmth fills every available space his cock does not, I let out a laugh. Melting into him even as his balls empty out.

We collapse together on the beach with him still inside of me.

More than I ever imagined, I think when Carter finally pulls out and kisses down my spine. So much better than I thought it would be. And it’s because of him. Because he’s such a unique, stubborn, bloodthirsty man, and I love every ounce of wildness in him.

Who knows what the future will bring?

But I know two things that will be constant: the fucking, and the killing.

BONUS EPILOGUE: MIA

I’ve almost killed my husband more than a handful of times.

It comes with the territory and, I hate to say it, the easy access to weapons of all shapes and sizes. Not to mention what happens after twenty years when you live with another person. They grate on you.

You love them, but they grate. They’re bound to because they are the person who knows the most intimate pieces of you. You either want to be with them, or you’re looking for a way to escape them. Sometimes it’s both at the same time. It’s especially difficult when you work together because then they’re at home and they’re at the “workplace.”

And Carter…I love him more than I can possibly put into words. Every year that passes for us only brings new aspects of our personalities and our relationship to explore.

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