My clit rubs over her gagged mouth. Aiden slaps Hailey occasionally, telling her to pay attention. “Watch me fuck my baby into her.”
He gathers me into his arms until my back plants on his chest, clit hovering over the bridge of her nose. I use it to get myself even closer toward detonation.
“You want that, Ashlyn? Want it now?”
“I don’t care when, Aiden. I just need you. More of you.”
The moment changes. His taut arms surround me in a squeeze so tight, I can’t even moan. Softness in his voice soothes when he says, “Come for me, and I’ll give you everything you could ever want. I’ll take care of your every need. And I’ll never let you out of my sight.” His lips hovering over the side of my neck send shivers down my spine.
I lace a hand through his silky hair, then grip it as I ride his cock, taking everything I need. The ecstasy rises until I explode in his embrace. Pleasure rips through my body as I come hard. He follows me over the edge, yelling how much he loves me.
Chests rising and falling in sync, we catch some air together. Eyes closed and savoring the moment.
“Stay right there,” he whispers and slips out.
All our love drizzles out of me and onto Hailey’s face. Shesputters and whimpers a cry. Muttering something undiscernible.
Aiden helps me up and kisses me deeply while sliding his gun into my waiting hand. Standing over Hailey’s body, I take one last look at her widened, frightened eyes.
Then I pull the trigger.
forty-eight
My woman issexiest after she’s murdered someone. That’s something I assumed to be true about her, but never knew until this moment.
We don’t speak. We simply breathe each other’s air, our chests still heaving. When I gather her up, her heartbeat stutters against mine, erratic, alive. The room smells of iron and smoke, and for the first time, it feels honest—two monsters shaking in the dark because we survived ourselves.
“Better get dressed,” I moan against her lips. “Your dad probably heard the shot.”
“Dad?” she asks, blinking bashfully at me like she’s suddenly someone’s daughter.
Her shock makes me chuckle. “Yeah.”
She scurries to pull on her clothes as a creak of metal resounds in the room from far off.
“That’s him…”
I brush her hair back and use my thumbs to swipe blood off her cheeks. She looks proud, but also distant. As if she’s remembering something harsh, she stares at Hailey’s dead body.
A voice echoes through the warehouse, startling us both. “Ashlyn? Fucking hell!”
Ace.
“I’m okay!” He’s there in a flash, with two guards right behind him. I set her down, and she runs to hug him as he scans Hailey’s dead body. With a short nod, he points toward her. “Someone get our cleaner guy in here.”
As soon as Ashlyn steps back from his embrace, he’s onme. Gripping my shoulders, pulling me tight to his chest in a hug that’s both too close and too awkward. “Thank you. Thank you for saving her.”
There’s a weird glow in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Like he’s seeing me for the first time. And maybe I’m seeing him for the first time, too.
He slings a steel arm around my shoulders, the other around his daughter, as his men call in reinforcements.
“What kind of gun did you use?” he asks me.
I glance at it—still in Ashlyn’s hand.
“Uh, Smith & Wesson, but?—”
“Nice. Nice choice.” He nods like he picked it himself, and something about that makes me grin. “And that Mercedes you brought is sharp.”