Page 127 of I Know Your Secret
“Come on, poison. Die for me,” he murmurs, his voice sounding wholly transfixed on me.
“I can’t,” I plead.
“You said you would.”
“Oh, God!” I whimper. “Oh, God. It’s too much.”
If he ruins this, Iwilldie.
But shit, I still might from the climax that threatens to ruin my entire body, to rip it to the barest fucking molecules.
I won’t be the same version of Greer Allen I was before this.
He’s killing me.
Not in a real way that would cease my breathing, but much like he claims that I did that night on the road when I drove away from him and left him helpless.
He’s remaking me in his image, stitching my fucked-up soul with a dark thread I’ll never be able to untangle.
“Now, you get it,” he says as if he can see inside of me, like he knows I’ve realized what his plan was all along.“Let go, my deadly girl.”
My eyes roll back, my entire body growing rigid as every single nerve I have shatters, zapping new energy through my bones, rewiring my entire psyche, every cell changed, bursting with new life. “Koen!”
Before I can even catch my breath, he’s opened the stockade, flipped me on my back, and yanked me down into the middle of the bed.
His thick length invades my sex, stretching me in a way that reminds me he didn’t kill me.
I’m alive.
Alive and his.
“Mine. Finally.” His words tickle the space at my throat where he bites me hard enough to leave more marks behind.
It’s as if he knows he’s broken down the thin veil that remained inside me that held me back from being wholly his.
I’m undone, utterly Koen Grady’s now; there’s no going back.
It isn’t long before we’re coming together, me feeling like I won’t be able to think straight again until he flips onto his back and pulls me into him.
Both of us spend a few moments coming back around to sanity or some semblance of it before he pulls me closer, kissing my hair.
“Shit’s about to get bloody, my poisonous girl.”
“I know.”
“I don’t want you near any of it, but I don’t know that I can protect you.”
“You’ll always protect me.” I lift and kiss his chest, his perplexed eyes watch me as I drag the kisses lower, straddling him until I’m looking up with a devious grin, curling my lips.
“Poison. We have a big day tomorrow, we should…” His mouth drops open as I lick the flavors of both of us off his cock as he struggles, hissing. “So fucking sensitive. Jesus.”
That only spurs me on, my tongue swirling over him in maddening twirls.
When his hands slide into my hair, guiding me up and down his hardness, I feel like the safest, most desired girl in the entire world.
I don’t exactly know what he does, but I know who he is now.
He’s mine.
