Page 107 of I Know Your Secret
“Well, I—” she starts, and I growl into the phone.
“You interrupted me on a job, poison. You wanted my fucking attention, and now you have it. Now, sink your fingers inside that pretty cunt of yours and scream my fucking name when you come.”
“On a job?” she breathes, sliding her hand back where I’ve ordered her to. Even while she sinks her fingers inside herself again, she’s questioning everything. “You’re killing someone? Right now?” Her meek voice quakes.
My eyes narrow, my head cocking as I watch her expression for tells. “Does that get you off, G? Does it make you wet knowing I’m about to be covered in another man’s blood?”
She doesn’t answer, but her hand’s motions speed up, and her breathing grows heavy.
She can’t admit how she feels yet, and that’s fine.
Neither can I.
“Harder. You know I fuck harder than that. You’re pretending those fingers are me, remember?”
She nods frantically, sliding down the couch and widening her stance for leverage as her fingers angle and fuck her pussy harder.
Her cry draws Bear from the bedroom, and he walks into frame from the left, only to huff at her and leave the room.
“Harder!” I grind out, my hand itching to release some of the tension in my throbbing cock that pushes against the inside of my jeans.
She’ll pay for this later.
“How are you free?” she whines, still questioning, trying to get to know the man she never will.
I can’t tell her shit.
They’re already watching me like a hawk. To give her any information would be to sign my own death warrant.
“Use your other hand to pinch your nipple. Give my deadly girl the pain she desperately needs,” I order, ignoring her question.
She listens without an ounce of hesitation this time.
I hiss as I watch her.
Fuck, she’s too good.
I know she’s confused by being home after being with me. Like, I know this will fade, and she’ll go back to being afraid of me.
Far be it from me not to take advantage until that happens, though.
Her moans are quickening, her body writhing on her hand, and I can nearly smell the sex coming off her sweaty skin.
“You scream my name when you come. Because you belong to me.”
She doesn’t reply.
“Say it!”
“I-I belong t-to you,” she stammers out, likely hating herself for the drunken admission.
She shatters.
“Koen!”
I lean against the concrete wall before me, my hand capturing me as my knees buckle, watching her ride out the final waves of her orgasm.
Before I can overthink the screaming man in the other room, I free my cock and jack it.
