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 don’t need anyone but you, feather.”
My finger slides inside the trigger guard. I hold my hand there, shocked at how easily it fits.
All I have to do is adjust the aim ever so slightly until the crosshairs are right on Taras’s head.
Then pull the trigger and he’s dead.
For Elena.
I moan as Cormac’s fingers sink into my pussy. He glides them in and out.
“You’re fucking soaked, feather,” he whispers, breathing hard, clearly liking this as much as I do. “Do you want to kill him? Nobody would blame you if you did. That man is fucking scum.”
“I don’t know,” I moan, grinding back against him. I close my eyes, panting hard. “I just want you to keep going.”
“This is my gift to you. That man hurt you, feather. He took someone important away from you. Now, if you want, we can end him.”
I pull away from the gun with a gasp and turn around until I’m straddling him. Desperately, I bury my mouth with his, kissing him hard, trying to distract myself from how badly I want to see that bastard’s skull painted against the far wall.
I fumble with his jeans until I get his cock free. He stares, stroking himself, as I strip off my bottoms and straddle him again when I’m totally bare. I gasp when he fills me, and I swear it feels like coming home as he thrusts deep inside.
“This is what I want,” I moan into his mouth as I ride him. The gun’s still right behind me. Still pointed at a man’s head. “Just you fucking me until I can’t think anymore.”
“You’re all I need,” he moans, grinding harder into my pussy. I push back, arching and moaning. His hands move up my shirt, teasing my breasts before gripping my hair and lightly spanking my ass.
We fuck like animals. Sweaty and needy and, god, it’s so good. I’m so fucked up knowing a man’s life hangs in the balance, and I don’t even care about that anymore. Cormac’s dragging me into his darkness, and I like it.
This is where I’ve always belonged.
I bite his lower lip. He fists my hair and slams into me, fucking me viciously. I can’t take much more as I slam down on his thick cock, letting him spear and spread me, rip into me, fill me to the brim. “That’s right, baby, every inch of you is bliss, every moan is heaven. You’re everything to me, you know that. You’re life and death. You’re heaven and hell. I love you so fucking much, Bianca.”
“God, yes,” I gasp, arching into him. “I love you too! Fuck, I love you too!” My triggers pull wildly, and I’m coming so hard I can barely breathe. Bliss explodes down my spine. He moans, and I feel him spill into me as my orgasm rips straight into my core.
We fuck until we’re exhausted, spent and gasping and sweaty, right in front of a sniper rifle in an empty room.
I feel crazy and stupid. But I’m smiling as I stay in his lap and hold him while his dick softens slightly, still inside my pussy.
“You’re insane,” I say and kiss him, grinning wildly.
“And you’re my wife.” He kisses me back. “What are we going to do about him?”
Reluctantly, I get out of his lap and pull on my clothes. He puts himself back together, watching me curiously as I bend down to look through the scope again.
Taras is still there, reading something on his computer. He’s frowning, totally unaware that he’s about to die. What’s he thinking? Wondering what he’ll have for lunch? Annoyed about a spam email?
I know this won’t fix anything. Killing him won’t bring back Elena.
Even though he’s a bad man and he deserves it.
But by that logic, so does my husband.
All my life, I’ve tried to avoid turning into this. I want to be better. I want to do better. And I know that if I pull the trigger and splatter that fucking bastard’s brains across his desk, it’ll only lead to more violence. That’s what happens. Killing causes more killing.
It’s a flood of blood and hate.
Nothing good ever comes of it.
I pull away with a sigh.
Ending him would feel good, though.
“Warning shot.”
Cormac looks disappointed. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” I touch his cheek. “You do it, please. I might hit him by accident.”
He pulls me against him in a tight embrace. “This is why you’re better than me.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you saw how close I was to pulling that trigger. Just please do it, okay?”
Cormac takes over. He looks so graceful as he gets into position and aims the weapon. “Cover your ears,” he says, and I put my hands over them as hard as I can.
That barely muffles the sound. It’s like an airplane crashes to the floor. My ears ring, and I pat at the side of my head to try to clear the noise away. It doesn’t help. I stare, eyes wide, at the little hole in the window. Cormac pulls back, grinning and gesturing for me to look.