I watch through the security cameras as Anya’s car comes up the driveway. When it stops and she steps out, I’m grateful Michael has taken my mother out to buy groceries for dinner.
I’m down the stairs and opening the door as she stops in front of me, covered in blood and soot. She looks like she’s crawled out of hell itself, but knowing her, she was the one who caused the havoc.
But she came back to me. She looks empty almost, that lethal resolve evaporated from hours ago. Her showing up as bloody as this fills my heart because she came here first.
“Meredith?” I ask as I stand in the doorway. Because who knows, she might be here to put a bullet straight in my brain afterward.
“Who?” she says, that little bit of bite in her tone.
“You’re not hurt?” I ask, and feel stupid for asking. As if anyone could hurt this she-devil. Her face scrunches up as she looks at my sleeve that’s hiding the bandage.
“Unlike some, I know how to handle knives,” she says. She’s still her. I break out of my frozen state and crush my lips to hers.
It was a gamble exposing the truth to her. She might’ve turned on me, but she’s nothing if not a truth seeker, even if she liked to twist it at times for her own benefit.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and she hikes up her dress so she can twine her legs around my waist. Her kiss is desperate and soul-sucking all in one.
I grab her bare ass, slamming the door behind us in case her men are watching. We fall onto the sofa in the living room as she grabs at my belt desperately. I pull off her dress, my nose flaring at that beautiful fucking body of hers. There’s still blood on her arms and legs, but she pushes me down as she grabs my throat and kisses me so deeply that I’m impressed by her strength.
I want to flip her over and fuck her as I promised, but it’s a gentle dance with my she-devil. She needs this, so I’m happy to let her ride my cock into oblivion.
Her sweet pussy glides over my shaft as she sighs in relief and begins to bounce.
A bark interrupts us but doesn’t stop her pace. I click my fingers at Barry and Stan, who are staring at us, wide-eyed.
“Fuck off,” I say to them between kisses. She’s milking me as she groans into my mouth, riding the pure bliss.
“Did you hold out for me, sweetheart?” I ask, because I know what it’s like to ride a high after a kill.
“Shut up, Lake,” she breathes, and my hand goes to her throat in warning because I know she said my name wrong on purpose.
“Bounce harder, Tanya,” I order, and her pussy clenches around my cock. Fuck. This woman. She undoes her hair as she bounces, and it’s mesmerizing as she rides me, filthy and covered in blood.
This woman was built only for me.
“Say you’re mine,” I order as I crush her cheeks together.
“Let me get off,” she replies.
“Anya,” I growl. I can tell she’s close to climaxing, and fuck me if I’m not holding on for dear life as I watch her.
“Yes,” she breathes as her pleasure grows. “Maybe. Oh fuck!” she screams as she crashes over the edge. I blow into her as her pussy contracts around my cock.
I fist her hair and yank her head back. “Say you’re mine,” I growl.
Her piercing green eyes hit me through thick eyelashes. “How about you take me upstairs and wash me first?”
“How about you crawl up those stairs like a good girl, I fuck you hard again, and then I’ll think about washing you before my mother comes home wondering why my woman has blood all over her.”
She laughs—actually fucking laughs—and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
“Let’s start with the crawling, shall we?”
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