Something about that sentence rubs me the wrong way, but I do my best to ignore it. Closing my eyes, I force myself to be in the moment. To enjoy this.
His tongue wiggles through me a few times, stroking against my clit occasionally. I’m so close—all I need is him to focus a little more on my clit and it’s straight to orgasm town for me. Is it rude if I give him pointers, though? Will he be offended?
Whatever. I’m sure it’ll be fine.
When he runs his tongue against my clit again, I grind myself against his face, and he seems to get the hint. My eyes roll into the back of my head as my orgasm starts creeping in
And then another body touches the bed.
My eyes fly open, and there’s Kolter standing before me. No mask, just a look of fury on his face.
Before I can even process what’s happening, he’s jammed a knife into the back of the guy’s neck, pushing it up with suchforce that his head drops instantly, blood already drenching the bed.
My mouth drops as I look at the scene in front of me with wide eyes.
Oh my God.
Oh my God.
I… I think he’s dead.
Chapter Thirteen
Kolter
Ilook down at the motionless piece of shit before me—he’s soaking the bed and filling the room with that familiar scent of iron. Naomi is staring down at him in horror, shaking slightly. If I was a better person, I’d maybe care about traumatizing her like this.
Truth be told, I didn’t show up intent on killing someone. I’ve been keeping tabs on her, and when I saw her walk into my club—alone at that—I knew I had to find out what she was up to. It took just one conversation with one of my employees to find her, and when I discovered the door was already closed, anger like I’ve never felt before surged through me. I didn’t think—I acted. Just like right the fuck now.
I shove the body to the floor. The blood from his entry wound starts seeping into the carpet, but he’s the least of my concerns right now.
I lift a blood-stained hand and squeeze Naomi’s cheeks together. “This is your fault,” I snarl. “You get that? His death—it’s on YOU.”
She blinks up at me a few times, almost like she doesn’t really see me, then shakes her head—as much as she can anyway.
“H-How? You’re the one who k-killed him.”
“No,” I grit, bringing my face to hers.
My nose presses against the bridge of hers as I speak, ensuring each syllable cuts like a knife.
“You let him in. You spread your legs. You were ready to hand over something that has always been—and will always be—mine.”
“What?” she asks breathlessly.
I’m fucking done talking, though.
I shove her onto her back and climb onto the bed, pushing her legs up until she’s fully exposed for me, then pull my cock out of my pants. It’s fucking pulsating at this point because… fuck, look at her. She’s perfect, even more perfect than I ever imagined.
“You’re so desperate to get rid of your virginity? Fine. Consider it gone.”
Without a second of hesitation or warning, I slam into her. She lets out a pained cry that I can feel in my soul, but I close my eyes and grit my teeth, not allowing myself to feel it. All I can focus on is her and… Jesus fucking Christ do I feel her. I feel the moment I tear through her hymen; I feel the wetness of her pussy combined with her virgin blood. It makes my cock throb inside her, and I push even deeper, until she’s practically crawling up the wall.
I draw back almost completely which I can tell gives her a small amount of relief as her bright eyes meet mine.
“Congratulations, Peaches—you’re no longer a goddamn virgin.”
With that, I begin thrusting. She screeches and gasps for air, limply pushing against me. It’s like her body wants me to stop, but something else inside her doesn’t. She never says no, never begs for me to stop. She just grunts and squirms like she’s working through the pain.