Page 53 of Cut Deeper

“I think I’m done now,” she moaned into my neck.

“Rest,” I said, rubbing her lower back.“You won’t even notice when I fuck you in your sleep.”

She giggled, her body shaking, those delightfully full tits pressed against my chest. That sound had never existed in my home before, let alone my bedroom.

I’d hung Eva up by her feet and slit her throat. Anne had observed as the blood dripped into a bucket—it seemed wasteful when she could add it to her canvas.

“I’d like the Frenchman’s heart,” she murmured, stifling a yawn.“I want to paint our story through his decimated heart.”

I stroked her hair, running my hand down to the curve of her arse.

No wonder my dick never went down around Anne.

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“Dr Hammond, there’s an Anne Selbourne here to see you,” Ashlyn said, poking her head into my office.

I set the file on my desk and nodded.

“Send her in. Always send her in when I’m not with a client,” I said, sharper than I’d intended.

She looked startled for a moment and rushed off. I ran my fingers through my hair and checked the knot of my tie was dead centre.

Anne didn’t knock. She flung the door open, and the first thing I did was check for her ring. The platinum and diamond caught the sunlight streaming through the window, the deep navy of her dress making the stone seem brighter still.

I stood to greet her.

“This is a nice surprise,” I murmured before kissing her.

“I missed my dick and thought I’d bring the attachment some lunch,” she said lightly, pulling back to wipe her gloss from my lips.

I caught her wrist.

“Leave it.”

She smirked and set a paper bag on my desk.

“That was nice of you, thinking of us,” I said, drawing her down onto my lap.“Is my lunch poisoned?”

“Would you still eat it?” she asked sweetly, pressing her breasts to my face until I could practically taste her perfume.

I closed my eyes and inhaled, knowing I was utterly fucked when the voice in my brain screamed yes.

“Probably,” I muttered.

Her arm curled around my neck as she settled into my lap, the warmth of her seeping through my shirt. When I opened my eyes, her pupils were blown wide, darkening the blue to something deep and oceanic. But that wasn’t what eradicated my earlier mood. It was the soft smile, and the softer thing sitting in her eyes.

A look I’d never seen in eyes that were usually sharp and lethal.

My cock stiffened against the give of her arse.

Her smile widened, and she leaned down until her breath brushed my ear.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” she whispered.

She’d come in her battle armour—the dress, the gloss, the heels—and I was just a dick ready to service her.

And I’d never been happier.