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He drives into me harder, faster, the bed creaking beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and feel the orgasm building like a storm, inevitable and overwhelming.

“Come for me,” he demands, reaching between us to press his thumb against my clit. “Let me feel you.”

I break apart with a cry that tears from my throat, my body clenching around him in waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain. He follows seconds later, burying his face in my neck and groaning my name as he spills inside me.

After, we lie tangled together on that terrible floral bedspread, both of us breathing hard, neither of us speaking. The silence feels fragile, charged with everything we haven’t said.

I should kill him now. He’s vulnerable, sated, and trusting. One quick movement, one blade across his throat, and my mission is complete. Instead, I press closer and listen to his heartbeat steady and strong beneath my ear.

Not yet.

Not yet.

Chapter Four

Four Silent Breaths

Walker

I wake to hazel eyes above me and her thumb pressed to my esophagus. Just enough pressure to cut off my air and give me an oxygen-deprived hangover of motherfucking epic proportions.

I choose not to tip her off me, and wait for her to figure herself the fuck out. Hopefully that’s before I need to breathe, but we all die sometimes. At least she’s warm and hot and has her pretty cunt wrapped around my cock.

Gliding my hands along her soft, smooth thighs, I let Poppy make her own choices. The last thing I remember was messaging into the Sons of Sin, tossing my phone into my jacket, then sliding into the shitty bed beside her warmth. I’ve had fucking worse places to sleep, and figured I’d be safe next to the woman I was fast falling for.

Huh. Shoulda figured different. Guess the woman I’m gonna love in this decade is the one who will actually kill me. Part of me likes that.

Poppy moans as my cock thickens inside her. Sweat beads on her golden skin as she works her body hard on my length in a fervor, as though she’s trying to prove a point. Fuck us both into oblivion, or absolve herself of some unconfessed sin, maybe.

Those hazel eyes never lose focus, though. She never looks away, every time she rises and falls over me, pushing herself to her own edge. It’s only a matter of seconds before either she crashes, or my heart stalls. I don’t give a fuck which happens first, as long as I get to see her face when she comes on my cock.

Poppy’s head tips back as she digs her thumb harder into my throat, exactly where it needs to be. Someone showed this girl what she needed to do with the intent to kill, not defend, a long time ago. I squeeze her thighs and pull her down harder onto me. If she doesn’t come soon, I’ll die just from watching her struggle to stay upright. Christ, I’ve never seen a woman look so fucking sexy. So damn deadly right on top of me.

Sweat tumbles down the valley between her breasts as her head falls back. A single word fills the room. Not a scream, a promise.

My name.

“Walker.”

My hands dig into her thighs, but they tremble. My vision blackens at the edges as she comes. Her perfect cunt flutters around my cock, milking me just like the perfect toy she is. I flood her pussy with my seed, staining her insides as my world ends. Her name is on my lips but I can’t say it. There’s nothing but her heat and endless, eternal nothing.

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“Walker. Wake the fuck up. Don’t die on me, old man. Not fucking yet.” A sharp hand cracks across my face, and I taste blood. Then her mouth crashes against mine, and I remember her pussy wrapped around my cock. Fuck, she’s still there.

I groan, pushing up into her and find her hot little tongue in my mouth, licking at mine with all the need of a horny, desperate little slut.

Only she’s my fucking little toy, and she doesn’t get off that easy. Not this time.

A scream I stifle with my forearm across her throat dies a fast death as I roll her. My cock is still lodged inside her cunt as I press her into the old, used mattress, adding our stains to its contents.

“Did you stop my heart, cosita?” I murmur, leaning down to lick a leisurely path along her cheek. “I think you meant to hurt me. Did you mean to kill me?”

“I hate you,” she whispers, writhing beneath me.

All that achieves is to send shots of pure pleasure along my cock. I laugh darkly when she moans too.

“Sweetness, you can struggle but this pussy is mine now. I’ve bled for you, and died for you. I’m still here and you’re filled with my seed,” I remind her.