Page 59 of Beautiful Killer

Her breathing had quickened. She was turned on. She was also confused as hell over my behavior. She wasn’t the only one. But the woman didn’t have the first goddamn clue. Did she really think what happened to her, what she did, didn’t matter to me? After everything, after all the shit that had gone down?

After all the nights we’d spent together?

She was also pissed the hell off, and let me know by ignoring my hand, lifting her nose in the air, and stomping past me. It would piss me off more if it wasn’t so cute. Add in that tight dress molded to her tits and ass and I was as close to feral as I’d ever been. My control had slipped, vanished, and I had no intention of reining it back in, not yet. Seeing her like that, so beautiful and sexy, that bright-as-the-sun smile on her face as she laughed and danced with Ruby and Lulu—it had hit me, hard. Whaled on me over and over again until I was past the point of thinking straight. All I could think was once I was gone, someone else would have her. She’d belong to someone else. They’d be the recipients of her sweet, soft nature, her bright smiles, her gentle touches—her sexy-as-fuck moans and cries of pleasure—and there was nothing I could do about it. Yeah, maybe that was for the best. She deserved someone a hell of a lot better than me, and it was selfish. But I didn’t want anyone else to have her. If I even thought about someone else touching her, I wanted to hunt the faceless bastard down and end him.

Not good. Not good at all.

Because nothing had changed. Nothing.

I knew all this, and still I had no intention of leaving her alone, not yet. Yeah, so damn selfish. But I planned to have as much of Sunny as I could, until this was over and I had to walk away. So when she stood at that the door fumbling with the key, I moved up behind her, pressed into the curve of her soft ass and reached around, taking the key from her.

I slid it in slowly and leaned in, mouth going to her ear, drawing in her scent. “You pissed at me, darlin’?”

She stayed where she was. Didn’t try and move away. “Yes.”

“You wet for me?” I asked, fingers sliding down the bare skin of her exposed back, fingers digging into her waist. The dress was low, so low I could almost see the top of her ass. My head had nearly fucking exploded when I first saw it.

She drew in a sharp breath. “Yes.”

I shoved the door open, walked her in, and keeping her pinned to my front, reached back, shut the door, and quickly disarmed the alarm—then I turned to her, grabbed her, lifted her off the floor, and slammed her into the wall.

She gasped. “Zeke . . .”

I brought my lips down on hers and ground my hard dick against the softness between her thighs. “How wet?” I said against her mouth.

She moaned.

“Hand in your panties, Sunny. Tell me.”

She blinked up and me, biting that plump lower lip.

“Now,” I said.

One of her hands left my shoulder and burrowed down between our bodies. Shit, as soon as she touched herself another moan slipped free.

“Tell me,” I repeated.

She squirmed against me. “So wet. I-I’m hot and so wet.”

Fuck.

“Hand out,” I said. “Let me taste you.”

Another moan, but she did as I asked. Lifting her hand from between her legs and to my mouth.

I sucked her glistening fingers, licked them clean then shook my head. “Not enough.”

I lowered her to her feet then sank to my knees. Shoving her dress up around her waist, I tugged her panties down and off and buried my face against her pussy. Now it was my turn to moan. So fucking good. I pressed a hand to her belly, holding her steady against the wall, and lifted her legs over my shoulders and went deeper, eating her, licking her, fucking her with my tongue until she was quivering and begging for my cock.

Dropping her legs to the floor, I stood, scooped her up, and carried her upstairs to her room. I put her on the bed then tore off my shirt and jeans. Her heavy-lidded eyes were on me the whole time.

“Edge of the bed, Sunshine. Hands and knees,” I said.

She crawled back, dress still around her hips, pussy bare, slick and ready for me. I tugged her back more, shoving her legs wider, making her gasp then lined myself up and plunged deep. She cried out and I gripped her hips and hammered into her, taking out all my frustration, all my confused feelings of guilt and want, and the deepest most terrifying feeling of longing I’d ever experienced, on her. She squeezed tight around me, clamped down so damn hard it should hurt. It felt amazing. Perfect. My mind blanked and my hips snapped forward and I fucked her harder, driving into her with brutal thrusts. She screamed, coming around me, her pussy working my achingly hard dick, pushing me to the brink. I slammed in deep, and stayed there, grinding into her, letting her feel every intense pulse of my cock as I emptied myself into her. I should be disturbed by how much I loved that, how much I loved knowing my come was sliding down her legs afterward. Marking her as mine.

She’s not yours, asshole.

I pulled out carefully, and Sunny dropped to her side on the bed. She was still in her dress, hitched up around her waist. Her hair was spread across the covers and she was breathing heavily. I wanted to crawl on top of her and have her again. Shit, I wanted to climb inside her and never leave.