Page 20 of Fatally Yours

What?

My brow furrowed. His voice was empty, but there was a hint of control behind it.

This wasn’t a suggestion—it was a command.

And he had shown me the consequences of his fury the night he sank a knife into my body.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to do it, not in this situation, not in front of someone, even if his domineering tone made me weak at the knees.

“August—”

“Do it,” he demanded, his expression growing dark.

“Don’t think I can’t put you back in that grave, even if I do love you.

” The outrage I felt towards Devin was now directed at him, and I pressed my molars together, not wanting to experience that ever again.

Not until I was truly dead—if that could happen.

“You wouldn’t,” I growled. His steely expression softened, and he gave me a soft smile. An expression that made my not-beating heart almost spring back to life.

“You’re right. I would never do that,” he said. “But if you don’t listen to me, I will make you listen.” If I could blush, I would be. If he was really going to go through with it, this would be the most perverted thing I had done in my life. But something about it excited me.

Without another word, I sucked in a preparatory breath and began to undress. My shirt was peeled from my body, and my skirt fell to the floor a moment later. Devin caught a glimpse of the puckered scars on my stomach, and the color drained from his face.

Once I was just in my undergarments, I glanced at August, and he nodded for me to continue.

The flutter in my chest increased. I would have no problem doing this for him if it were just the two of us.

Hell, I had done it without him prompting me before.

The idea that someone else was here observing made me shiver.

Part of me considered that his command was to humiliate me, but he wouldn’t do that.

The only other thing that I could think of was that there was freedom in this.

A sick, twisted freedom that I was getting more comfortable with as the moments wore on.

It would be the ultimate insult for us to do something like this in front of him.

Perhaps not humiliation for me, but for Devin.

I kept my gaze on the ground as I unclasped my bra.

Once it was on the floor, I tucked my thumbs on the sides of my panties, and those, too, were stripped from my form in silence.

August watched me blankly as I used my arms to cover my upper half, hoping Devin had a modicum of respect for me and would shield his eyes, no matter how unrealistic that was.

Or maybe I wanted him to stare me in the eyes while August took me.

Something must’ve possessed me from the time we got here until now.

I had never had such wicked thoughts like that before.

I looked at him again, awaiting my next command.

He gave me a gentle smile and beckoned me closer.

And just like that, I obeyed despite my trembling legs.

So many emotions were flooding my head, and it only got worse as we were a breath apart.

He brushed my hair from my neck, exposing more of my scars.

Again, he traced his fingers along them and let out a satisfied hum.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, get on your knees.”

“Are you sure—” August flicked his hand, and my legs buckled involuntarily.

When my knees hit the floor, I let out a whimper, knowing what was coming next.

He stroked my hair a few times as he observed me in the vulnerable position I was in.

Giving me a reassuring smile, he leaned down and pressed his lips to my ear.

Electricity ran down my spine as he spoke.

“Tell me now, Natasha,” he whispered. “If you want this to stop, you know I will listen to you.” Suddenly, the trembling in my body ceased. I was back in control, even if it didn’t appear so. I could make this stop, so why couldn’t I say it? The answer was as plain as day.

Because I wanted it.

I wanted to see Devin’s disgusted and horrified expression when August expressed his love for me in the most intimate of ways.

I wanted him to feel the humiliation of watching another man take the woman he once loved.

And I wanted him to feel the fear as he knew once we finished, he would meet his gruesome end at the hands of the people who hated him the most.

Realizing I would not protest, August leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I could feel the chill of death between us as a spark ripped through me, wanting nothing more than to please him and humiliate Devin. So I began.

My hands wandered eagerly to his waist as I unbuttoned his jeans.

He threaded his fingers through my hair, gliding them across my scalp as I undid the fastener.

He continued to massage the top of my head as I felt all my worries and anxiety wash away.

Devin wasn’t there, the presence of death was gone, and it was only the two of us in that moment.

Finishing with the zipper, I slid my fingers between his waistband as he took in an unnecessary breath.

Even though I was just as cold, I could still feel the chill of his flesh against mine.

I could see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers as I pulled them down around his thighs, exposing him to me.

He took in another sharp breath as I wrapped my hands around him.

His grasp on my hair tightened as my lips met with his tip, and I took him in, feeling my mouth salivate around his mass. I didn’t bother to question why.

My tongue toyed with his crown as I slid him down my throat, bobbing as he let out little moans and continued to play with my hair.

I took him deeper, and I felt the bite of his nails increase, causing a bolt of pleasure to shoot through my body and rest between my hips.

My cry was stifled with my mouth filled.

I couldn’t think about anything else at that moment—not being dead, not Devin, and not how much this would’ve normally freaked me out.

“Touch yourself for me,” August demanded, tightening his grasp for a moment. That was a good idea. It was the ultimate expression of my love for him and the ultimate disgrace to Devin. Immediately, I followed his command as my hand slipped between my legs.

When I grazed my skin, I could feel one of the scars on my stomach, making me quiver.

That night of passion ended so poorly, didn’t it?

That should’ve been the best day of my life, but it ended in misery instead.

I pushed through the thought as my fingers met my clit and my tongue coiled around him.

I continued to swirl between my legs as I felt my stomach churning with anticipation. Pleasure was growing in my core as I freed him from my mouth, gliding my tongue along his sides until his grip on my hair was like steel.

“Fuck, Natasha,” he hissed as I took him in again, still bucking against my touch.

Before I could start to build to a climax, August pulled himself from my mouth as I gasped.

I looked up at him with damp lips, awaiting my next order.

He stayed silent as he tucked his hands beneath my armpits, hoisting me on my feet.

I whimpered as he placed me on the couch, feeling my pleasure dampen the fabric below.

Before I could respond, he placed his hands on my thighs and pried open my legs, making me cry out. I could see Devin’s face twisting with discomfort from over his shoulder, but he wasn’t looking away. He couldn’t even grant me that dignity.

“I hope you’re sure about this,” I said in a low voice. It was at that moment that I realized I really had been possessed. Whatever the hell was wrong with me, I was enjoying it. He seemed to be, too, as he let out a guttural growl and tightened his grasp, exposing me further.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” Then he added, “or in death.” With that, he bowed his head between my legs, his lips meeting my swelling bud.

I cried out as I felt his wet tongue press against me, making my hips lean into his mouth.

The pleasure that was building previously began to intensify as he continued to stimulate me, his moans vibrating against my body.

My hands found their way into his hair as I pulled him closer, knowing he would help me finish.

His hands were holding me apart, a stark expression of his power that I was more than happy to receive. I continued feeling each wave flow through me, my toes curling, and all at once, the pressure released as lightning struck my cold, dead body.

There was no time to question it as he raised his head and shoved his hips between my legs.

I cried out again as his cock met my slit and he let out a low, primal growl.

He was rubbing against me, gathering my pleasure for when he would inevitably enter.

His hands wrapped around my face as he pulled me in for a kiss.

My breath was heavy against him. This was the right way to do it.

No death, no blood, no murder, just us two in that moment, sharing our passion.

A true expression of love, without all the violence.

“I love you,” he said, pressing his lips to mine.

I began to mutter a response until his thumb pressing against my clit made me gasp.

My fists were balled as he circled me again, never once coming down from the initial high.

Before I could reach another orgasm, his fingers parted me with ease, and he slipped inside.

With my eyes closed, I could ignore everything else.

This was how that night was supposed to go.

Our reunion was supposed to be beautiful and powerful.

That was what this was, even if someone would die after. That was our love.