Page 19 of Straight to Me

He sighs looking down past me towards the floor. “Mads—”

“Please just tell me, then I’ll know if I want this.”

He looks disheartened. “You won’t choose this if I tell you.”

“I’ll take the risk,” I say confidently, keeping my eyes locked on his.

He searches my face. Whatever he’s about to say must weigh heavy on his mind. I can feel him considering if he should. His jaw clenches as he stares into my eyes again.

Whatever it is, will I want this once I know?

“You’ve no doubt seen the news about the police finding that dead body in town.” My breath hitches and my eyes flit between his. “I killed him.”

Holy. Shit. The colour drains from my face as my mouth drops open and my eyes stretch wide. Standing with my arms around a literal killer, I can’t think of anything else to say than, “Why?”

“Because he was running a paedophile ring. The kind that the people you’re meant to trust; police, politicians, fucking anyone with power, likes to dabble in. We came here to put a stop to it. And I’d kill them all if I could,” his hand around my waist twitches as he speaks. I steady my face, trying hard not to look too engrossed at his words, “but that’s not what we came to do. We left enough evidence to incriminate all those involved. They’ll pay with time inside. Nobody likes a child molester in prison. They’ll suffer more in there than at my hands. In fact, they’ll wish it were me who killed 'em, because inside… the things that are going to happen to them, they’ll wish they were already dead.”

I’d felt sorry for the man on the news and his family. I’d felt bad that he’d been killed. But no one deserves a second chance when they’ve done something so evil.

I look into VP’s burning eyes that seem to glow with an intense fire and rage. He’s glad he did it. I don’t know what to say, so instead I rise on tiptoes and bring my lips closer to his. He didn't have to tell me what he'd done, but he did, and I believe that he's telling me the truth.

I still want him.

His body relaxes as his eyes close, relieved that he hasn’t scared me off. I place a light kiss on his lips. “Mads,” he whispers against my mouth.

“I’m here.” And then, he kisses me passionately.

Our tongues dance and lap each other as his hands glide all over my body. He pulls up my top, kneading my breasts through my bra as I throw my arms over his shoulders to pull him closer.

Frantic now, we move against the wall, not allowing our lips to part as we lose ourselves in this moment. His hands then move to my jeans, undoing them, and he slides them down along with my knickers.

VP dips, lifting me off the ground, easily holding me up in his arms. I desperately try to wrap my legs around his waist butI can’t due to my trainers. My clothes are all gathered at my ankles in a mess.

I struggle to kick them off, causing him to smile against my mouth. He helps me remove them, putting distance between us momentarily. One arm holds me, whilst the other frees me of my shoes and clothes, before stepping back to look at me.

He runs his eyes up my legs, slowly licking his bottom lip, devouring every inch of me. “You’re beautiful,” his voice sounds lost as he speaks.

I kiss him gently, running my hands through his tangled hair and he moans, enjoying the way I scratch my nails against his scalp.

VP then pushes my back against the wall and slowly inserts one finger into my pussy, gently making sure I’m ready. It’s enough to make me moan as I bury my face into his neck, smiling to myself that this is happening.

The pad of his thumb then tenderly starts circling my already throbbing clit as one finger turns to two.

I’m positively riding his hand before he stops and undoes his fly, placing the tip of his cock at my entrance. I suck in my bottom lip as he glides me down to the hilt. I’m full, unable to move. My body needs a second to adjust to his size.

Keeping his eyes on me, he doesn’t move, allowing me to get used to it. After a moment I let him know I’m ready by moving my hips.

The heat’s burning deep within me, my body wanting him more with each swivel I perform. He runs his hand to the side of my face and into my hair. Scrunching a handful gently, he pulls my head to one side and places small kisses on my neck, forcing warm tingles to trickle down my spine.

Bliss.

Asking me again if I’m ready, a small hum in my throat is all I can muster before he slams into me making me cry out.

His thrusts are relentless, each one filling me completely. The vague pain’s enough to make my eyes water, but deep inside me, he’s hitting the sweet spot.

Pleasure soon builds like a fire within, my toes curling with every new height we reach. I pull his hair, clawing at his shoulders as I try to cope with his rhythm.

“Dean!” He moans against my chest as I say his name. “Please,” I beg on a whimper. I didn’t have to ask twice.

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