“Get on your knees,” I say, knowing my release is coming. I feel it in the base of my balls, and I try to slow my strokes to hold out for her.
I stare at her, following her with my eyes as she drops to her knees. Her gaze meets mine, her large eyes looking up at me with satiated desire. There’s a hint of fear there, too. Fear of something new. Something her husband never did to her.
I release my cock and let it settle in front of her face. I’m so tempted to push it between her full lips, but then I’d come in her mouth. My hand grazes her cheek as the other pushes her dark hair away from her face.
“I want you to keep your eyes on me. I don’t want you to close them for even a second, even as I spill my come on your face.” I stop stroking her cheek and stroke my cock instead. “Talk to me, bunny.”
“I want your come, Lex,” she whispers.
I growl. “You’re mine, Selena. You know that, right?” My abdomen tightens. She looks so obedient at my feet. Her hands grasp the outsides of my thighs as she keeps her eyes on my face.
“I’m yours,” she whispers, and I rub my thumb along her lower lip.
I grab the back of her head, ball her hair in my fist, and crane her neck just a bit more so I can see her pout over my cock. I touch the tip to her mouth, grazing the seam of her lips. I stop stroking my head, only jerking off the shaft so I can see it all. All that I need to give her. Her warm lips rest against the tip of my dick, and it’s enough to make me come whether I stroke myself or not.
“I’m gonna come,” I growl.
Pearls of white shoot from me, and just like I demanded, she doesn’t even blink as my come hits her cheek. It spills over her mouth as I rub it against her soft, warm skin. She looks so fucking beautiful covered in my come.
I help her to her feet and wipe some of my come from her mouth before pushing it past her lips and onto her tongue. “Taste me, bunny.”
Her lips tighten around my fingers. She doesn’t like the taste, but she still moves her mouth up to my fingertips. I growl. I don’t care that I still coat her lips and tongue. I lean in and kiss her. She whimpers against my mouth.
“Goddamn it, rabbit,” I whisper as I bite her lower lip, taking in the salty taste mixed with the sweetness of her mouth.
I grab the showerhead again, turn it on a softer setting, and tell her to put her head back. I wash my come from her perfect face, and she wipes at her cheeks beneath the stream. The window above the shower sends a halo of light onto the wall above her head. She looks angelic, and it’s the closest I’ll ever get to an angel.
ChapterSixteen
Selena
Ifeel like we’re playing house in some alternate universe where it’s perfectly normal that Lex just came in from disposing of a body. With dirt still on his hands, he walks toward me, wraps his hands around my face, and draws me in for a hard kiss. The scents of soil and decay cling to his flesh. His hand moves behind my head, and he pulls me into him as he strokes my hair. I feel like a child against him. His strong, overbearing frame feels safe. No matter how safe he makes me feel in that moment, I still find myself longing for stability again.
Lex’s body tenses. Heavy footsteps plod across the old wooden porch.
“Richard?” calls the voice on the other side of the door.
Very different expressions cross our faces. For me, it’s wide-eyed fear. For him, it’s narrowing anger. We freeze, and my heart races in my chest. Despite the haze of fear descending on my mind, I think of something that might work. It may just save us. Well, save whoever is out there and keep another death from weighing on my conscience.
“I have an idea. Go anywhere else,” I tell Lex.
“I don’t like this,” he says with a shake of his head, posturing toward the door with his pistol clutched in his hand. I’m tempted to let him take care of the unexpected visitor, but my guilt from the farmer’s death still lingers in my chest.
“Go,” I tell him with a firm rise in my voice.
His eyes narrow before he disappears through the kitchen. I stroke my fingers through my unbrushed hair and go to the door, where a stocky young guy waits on the other side.
“Who’re you? And where’s Richard?”
“I’m his niece. He’s gone for a little while. Told me to stay and watch the farm.”
The man raises an eyebrow. “You’re Lana? You don’t look like no farm girl from Nebraska.”
“Well, I am,” I snap. I don’t intend to, but the accusation on his face rubs me the wrong way, even if he has every reason to be suspicious.
He pulls out his phone. “I’m gonna call Richard. Something doesn’t smell right.” He’s not wrong about that, but I’m certain he can’t smell the scent of death because it’s all in my head.
I take a subtle breath, trying to remain as calm as I can. I know what happens when men sense my fear. They prey on it. Even Lex.