Page 78 of Shadowface

I shove my fingers into her mouth before she can finish saying his name. “Shut the fuck up, pretty girl.”

She gags on them, and I slide them down over her lips and her cheeks flush as arousal blossoms all over her. I keep my hand on her mouth while fucking her—with me in control this time. I hate how open she is to inviting another man inside her world. Even if, technically, that other man is me.

I tear these awful glasses off so I can see her. I want to watch her pussy clench around my cock.

Her sweat is glistening on her neck, so I lap it up and kiss her neck, her cheek, and then take her lips into my mouth. She’s smart enough to only give out squeaky noises when my dick hits her in the right spot.

“That’s right, pretty girl,” I murmur and bury my head in her neck. I can’t breathe. Everything about her is intoxicating. “I want you to close your eyes and play dead.”

She squeezes her eyes shut, then relaxes her body and I continue fucking her slowly, methodically, enjoying every second of her soft body and girly scent beneath me. Knowing I own her, even if she’s calling out Lincoln’s name.

I lift my lips off hers and gaze down at her and her face contorts. “Lincoln isn’t home right now,” I whisper, clarifying things for her. “You can call me Mikael.”

Her eyes widen and pure fear radiates out of them. I deepen my kiss before she can scream and move my hand to her throat, curling each finger and appreciating how delicate her neck is. I will make sure she will never forget my scent or the taste of my lips on hers.

I pull up because I want to watch her pretty eyes as life slowly fades from them. Maybe if she’s a good girl, I will make her bleed first.

Her lips part, and she lets out a soft breath. I squeeze her throat, and her body relaxes as if waiting for me to fulfil my honeyed promises. I shove my cock in her and her pussy tightens and throbs, so I squeeze her throat again. Her thighs nearly take my cock off.

There’s a knock on the door. “Lincoln, are you here? You have a meeting with Dr. Garcia right now. It’s four PM,” his receptionist calls out from the other side of the door, and it takes every ounce of willpower not to slaughter her for interrupting this moment.

My head snaps up, and I release Summer from my death grip. I half expect his familiar essence to flood back into my mind—the rational part of my brain.

I glance at the clock on the wall. “Tell her I’ll be in her office in five minutes.”

Talia Garcia. My favorite fucking doctor. She can wait until I fucking finish.

“Um…she’s already here, Mr. Kennedy.”

A tightness fills my core, knowing I’ll be sexually frustrated for the rest of the afternoon, if not for the rest of my life. Dr. Garcia, from what I recall, does not like when people are late. But she used to bring me pretty things and let me tear them apart, so I’ll forgive her.

I stare down at Summer, who is observing me. Her face has a pretty flush. I kiss the top of her head. “Get dressed,” I demand.

The door handle jiggles, followed by a stern knock. “Lincoln, I have a meeting with the dean in twenty minutes. You better have a good reason for locking this door.”

The doorknob begins to turn. Talia has a key—of course, she has a key. She is the key to all of this.

I jump off the desk and away from Summer. She walks in and her eyes drift to Summer, who has positioned herself in the chair as I lean casually beside her as if we are merely conversing.

Dr. Garcia walks in wearing a fitted red suit and tilts her head at Summer, then darts her gaze between us as recognition settles in.

As Summer rises, her eyes twinkle as she walks past me. “Thank you, Lincoln,” she says. “I appreciate the feedback on my essay.” The lies spewing out of her are natural. I always knew my pretty girl was a liar.

She smiles sweetly at Talia, who smiles sweetly back, although she seems to linger on the flush of Summer’s cheeks.

Summer reaches to shake her hand, oblivious to the marks on her neck. “Nice to formally meet you, Dr. Garcia. I’ve heard lots about you growing up. I’ve really been enjoying your class.”

Talia’s eyes flare. Her eyes are locked on Summer’s vibrant white hair, memories of days gone by flash through her vibrant Italian eyes. “Ah, Summer Landry. I was wondering when I’d have the pleasure of meeting you.” Dr. Garcia holds her hand longer than is socially acceptable. Her mind is in overdrive, staring at the daughter of her most prized possession and the granddaughter of her former lovers. “I’m very sorry about your father.”

Summer pulls her hand away as if Dr. Garcia’s skin is burning. “I apologize, but I do have to run.” She turns to meet my stare, and in response, I give her a cocky smile while her eyes devour me.

With my arms crossed, I am still adjusting to this magnificent body Lincoln has taken care of for me. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Summer. Don’t run from me next time I see you.”

She moistens her lips slightly and returns the smile. “See you soon, Lincoln,” she echoes as she walks out the door.

She doesn’t flee; she walks with a confident strut.

Talia’s gaze follows Summer as she disappears behind the shadows of the hallway, and her face turns white like she’s seen a ghost. In many ways, she has.