Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I grind into him, dancing on that perfect edge.
“There’s only one good in my life,” he says, pulling my hair and licking my throat. “There’s you coming. That’s all I care about. That’s all I want. Just you, dripping wet, stripped bare, moaning my name, orgasms over and over until you’re ruined. That’s what I need, feather. I need you to come for me, baby.”
“Fuck, Cormac,” I say as all my triggers pull and all the pain goes away.
I shatter like a lightning crack. I clench down on his massive dick and come so hard I scream out. He buries my mouth in a kiss and I keep coming as he mercilessly fills me, over and over again. But he only lasts moments longer before I feel his warmth dribbling down my thigh, his cock twitching, his moans of bliss and release.
I collapse against him. I’m a mess and barely holding it together. But for the first time since Elena died, my head’s not filled with the sound of her body exploding into a shower of bloody gore.
“I want to tell you something,” I murmur, wiping tears from my eyes. “I don’t want you to judge me. I don’t want it to ruin anything either. I want you to keep looking at me like you always do.”
“And how do I look at you?”
“Like I’m perfection.” I laugh lightly at how absurd that sounds. “You really think it too, don’t you?”
He nods, eyes shining with sincerity. “Absolutely.”
“Then just listen.” I take a deep, shuddering breath. He’s still between my legs. Slightly less hard, but still surprisingly warm and pleasant. “I want to hurt them.”
He tilts his head. “Hurt who?”
“The Russians.” I brush my knuckles down his cheek. “I want you to make them pay for what they did to her.”
I hate saying it. I’ve been a part of a crime family all my life, but I’ve never once wanted to give in to all the violence around me. Grace House was about balancing that out.
Instead, here I am, drifting into darkness.
“I can do that.” His hands hold my ass. I’m suddenly very aware that we’re still in a church parking lot. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Find the man who planted the bomb.” I begin to move my hips. Very slowly. I’m still sensitive from the first orgasm. But I swear he’s getting hard inside of me again. “Stalk him. Make him afraid.”
“Mmmm… and why would I do that?”
“To make him understand.” I peck at his lower lip. God, he’s stiffening again. I start moving faster. “Find him and look him in the eyes. No, even better. Bring him to me.”
“What will you do to him?”
“I’ll tell him about Elena. I’ll make him understand the horrible thing he did.”
“And if that doesn’t matter?”
I grind down faster. My heart’s racing as he starts to fuck me again.
“We’ll hurt him together then.”
He groans, low and dark. “You want that?”
“I’ll hurt him, then you’ll hurt him, and we’ll plunge a knife into his chest after he loses all hope.”
His hands grip my ass tighter. “That’s very dark.”
“I know. It’s so fucking wrong.” I ride his hard dick faster, slamming down, heart racing wildly. “I’m fucked up. I’m so fucking broken.”
“No, you aren’t. You’re just human.” He bites my lower lip. “You’re angry. You’re hurt.”
“I want to make them bleed.”
“Then they will bleed.”
“Does that make me less perfect?”
“Not to me. God, no, feather.” He thrusts again, again, again. “If anything, it makes you even more fucking beautiful.”
I come thinking about burning the whole Russian Bratva to the ground. I come so hard I scream Cormac’s name. He’s my sin and my darkness. I know I’ll never lift a knife and cut a human. I don’t have that in me.
But he will.
I break for a second time. The orgasm tears my brain to pieces. We end up gasping and holding each other for a while, and I don’t care if someone catches us. I’m so angry at the world and ready to burn it all down.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispers, nuzzling against me. “Your hands will never get dirty. Not while you’re mine.”
I kiss him and hold that kiss for a long while, tasting him and breathing in his smell. My ghost and my sin. He’s right, and it breaks my heart.
Only I can’t waste time with softness anymore.
Not if I want to do Elena’s memory any justice.
Chapter 31
Cormac
Wind whips through Bianca’s hair. She marvels over the rail of the ferry as the Statue of Liberty glides past. It’s strange how I’ve never cared about this ride before in my life, at least until I get to watch my feather experience it for the first time.
Tourists are everywhere. Bored commuters stay mostly inside, out of the wind. It blows everywhere, making overhearing a conversation impossible. Which is why I chose this place.