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His soaked shirt twisted in my fists as I yanked him up, fumbling at the buttons in frantic need until he helped me, ripping it open himself with a low growl. The fabric tore free, hitting the ground with a heavy, wet slap as rain pelted down harder.

I froze for a second, losing my breath as I took him in. The rain was sliding over the hard ridges of his abs, tracing every cut line of muscle like it was worshipping him, water beading on his broad chest and dripping from his nipples. His skin glistened under the storm, and his veins were standing out along his arms as he flexed, that dark trail of hair leading down to where his cock strained thick and heavy against his jeans.

Fuck. He was beautiful.

And all mine.

Sterling popped the button of his jeans with an impatient tug, his thick cock springing free, veined and heavy, slick with precum as his fist wrapped around it. He dragged the swollen head through my soaked folds, taunting my entrance until a broken whimper slipped from my mouth and my hips rocked helplessly into his hand.

“What did it feel like,” he murmured with eyes blown dark with obsession, “when his blood was all over your hands. Did you want even more?”

Holy fuck. This was all sorts of wrong and yet I was more turned on than I’d ever been in my entire life. “Yes,” I moaned. “I wanted all of it. I wanted every drop coating my skin.” He thrust in hard, burying himself in one exquisite stroke that stretched me open and stole the air from my lungs. I screamed as I raked my nails down his back, pleasure detonating through my body while his cock split me wide, filling me so completely my vision sparked.

“Fuck, I love this,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to slam in again, finding a punishing rhythm that rocked the car with every snap of his hips. Rain slicked our bodies, mixing with sweat and my arousal, the sounds between us raw and perfect beneath the downpour.

His hands tightened on my ass, lifting me higher and angling me so every thrust hit just right. His fingers dug into my skin as he fucked me like he was trying to press us into one body. One finger slid lower, wet with rain and me, circling my tight hole before easing in slowly, stretching me with a burn that ripped a cry from my throat and made me clench hard around him.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted, pushing back against his finger as it worked deeper, perfectly timed with his cock driving into me. The double fullness broke me open, his possession complete as he claimed every inch.

“Take it all,” he growled, adding a second finger and stretching my ass while he fucked me harder and the car groaned beneath us. “My perfect little killer. You put that monster down and now this tight cunt is dripping for me. You’re so fucking brave, baby. Taking my cock, my fingers…everything I give you. Come for me again. Squeeze me tight while I fill this pussy.”

Sterling slammed into me once more…and then suddenly stopped. He was buried to the hilt, and his fingers were still filling my ass, but his body was locked tight against mine.

I cried out brokenly, my pussy clenching around him in protest. My hips jerked against him desperately as the edge I’d been racing toward slipped away.

“Sterling—please—don’t stop⁠—”

He gripped my chin hard with his free hand, forcing my eyes to his. Rain streamed down his face, but his gaze never wavered.

“Promise me,” he demanded raggedly, his cock throbbing inside me as he held perfectly still, denying us both. “Promise you’ll never leave me again. No matter what. Say it, Sienna. Say you’re mine. Forever.”

It should have felt overwhelming.

It should have scared me.

But all I could feel was him.

“I promise,” I gasped, starting to cry again as my fingers dug into his shoulders like I could hold him there the way he was holding me. “I’ll never leave you. No matter what.”

“Again,” he snarled, twisting his fingers in my ass just enough to make me moan, his cock pulsing but still refusing to move.

“I promise,” I sobbed. “I’ll never leave you. No matter what happens. I’m yours, Sterling.”

His eyes softened with relief. “Good girl,” he said, and then he finally moved, thrusting hard and fast, his fingers fucking my ass in perfect rhythm as he drove me straight over the edge.

I came undone around him, crying his name into the storm as sensation tore through me, my body grasping around his cock and fingers like it would never let them go. Sterling followed with a roar, thrusting all the way in as he spilled inside me and emptied everything he had, claiming me from the inside out.

We stayed tangled against the car, panting and shaking as rain washed over us. He held me close, his cock and fingers still buried deep as if he was unwilling to let any part of me go.

“Mine,” he whispered against my neck, kissing the pulse there softly…right as a blaring horn sounded from nearby.

Headlights swept past us, laughter exploding from the open windows as teenage voices cackled and whooped as they sped off through the rain.

“Oh my gosh,” I cried, and I buried my face in his chest in mortification.

Sterling huffed a laugh against my hair. “Well,” he murmured, sounding amused and completely unrepentant, “that’s a first. I’m pretty sure Reverend Dempsey’s son was in that car.”

A laugh burst out of me…and it sounded just a little unhinged. It kept coming, bubbling up until I was laughing so hard my knees threatened to give out, the storm and the horn and the absurdity of the fact I was basically naked on the side of the road all crashing together at once.