“You should.”
Fear needles me, which only escalates my lust. Damn this man for knowing all my buttons.
“I just killed a woman,” he says in a deadpan tone.
My body goes stiff, unsure whether he’s lying or telling the truth.
“I’ll kill again.”
The way his body is angled sends waves of pleasure from my core with every thrust. After his confession, I should be terrified, and I am, but my body isn’t reacting like it should.
“I’ll burn the whole fucking city to protect you.”
Somehow, Gage knows all my triggers. He knows the reaction I have to fear. He probably didn’t kill anyone. He’s just trying to fuck with me and make me horny over something gross.
“You’re mine, Remi. You belong to a monster now.”
His hands slide under the small of my back so I’m no longer sinking into the mattress. I can feel all of his enormous length now as he drills into me. Every delicious inch.
The friction becomes too much and I spill over as warmth radiates from my core. His cock pulses obscenely, stretching me, violently ripping my orgasm from me.
I scream, my body twisting as Gage drains into me.
Finally, after one last urgent pulse, he withdraws, and I’m left shaken. His big hand pulls me up, and I know what he wants me to do.
I lick his cock clean, balls, shaft, head, lapping at the mixture of our fluids. It should be foul, but there’s a dark seed in me that loves belonging to him, taking care of him as he takes care of me.
When I’m done, there are no warm smiles, no cuddles, no words of affirmation. He shoves his cock away and leaves, without even saying goodbye.