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Q uickly, I pull Cove’s mask to rest on top of his head.

My hands wrap around Cove’s neck and I kiss him deeply, desire radiating off my body.

He’s quick to respond, kissing me back with more fervor than ever. His hands sneak around my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies flush together, with no space between us.

The blood of his shirt soaks mine, the liquid coating my torso through the thin material of the blouse. A moan leaves my lips, and Cove starts pushing me backward until my back hits the wall behind me. He takes both of my hands, pinning them above my head, and breaks off the kiss.

My heart starts racing in my chest.

His intense eyes roam all over my body. He watches the blood drip down my cheeks, the remains of Wyatt’s filth sliding down my body. Shivers run through my body as he rips the buttons of my shirt apart, tearing the fabric until it snaps.

I gasp loudly, with the shirt now torn apart and my black bra exposed.

Cove lowers his head, sucking on the top part of my breast, his hands smearing the blood all over my stomach, caressing my flesh almost possessively. My eyes close for a moment, and the feeling of his lips on my skin causes a wave of pleasure to start building inside me.

Swiftly, Cove’s fingers hook on the hem of my pants, then tug on them down. He pulls the underwear with them, too, and it leaves a trail of goosebumps as cold air hits my most sensitive parts. He picks me up, kissing me yet again, and carries me over to the wooden table in the far corner of the room.

He makes some distance between us, his hands reaching for his belt, not once looking away from my face.

His lips are slightly swollen, parted. His hair is perfectly styled, but I know that in about half an hour, I’ll turn it into a mess, the one that I adore seeing on him. His eyes hold a different kind of hunger, and it makes me beyond aroused.

“You look so fucking perfect covered in blood, bunny.’’ His gravelly voice hits my ears, and it’s enough to make me feel all putty in his hands.

Cove pulls out his cock, giving it a couple of firm, long strokes. Precum drips down his length, coating his gloved hand. My eyes follow every move of his hand, my mouth almost watering at the sight.

“You know,’’ he murmurs in a lower tone. “Now that the motherfucker is dead, I can finally do what I’ve been meaning to do for a very, very long time.’’

“What’s that?” I ask, hiccupping.

“Get you pregnant.’’

Before I can respond, he takes my heels off, pulls the pants and underwear off my body, and tosses them aside, then yanks me by the ankles until I’m sitting on the edge of the table. He spreads my legs, stroking his cock against my pussy.

I moan, staring as his thick head rubs against my clit. His precum smears all over my folds, and I swallow thickly, my mind starting to get hazy.

Cove hisses, pushing the tip inside me and stopping. My stomach clenches at the sensation, and I can’t tear my gaze away from the sight. His cock twitches, and then he bottoms out in me in one fast, rough thrust.

My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer into me. At times like these, I get a little clingy. I don’t want him pulling out; I want to keep him inside me for as long as possible.

“Always so wet for me,’’ he groans. He lowers his head, his face nuzzled in the crook of my neck as he slowly starts thrusting. His hips move upward, pistoning into me deeply, harshly. He doesn’t give a fuck that there’s a dead body next to us.

Then again, given that I sucked him off for the first time in a similar setting, I can see that it’s become our thing.

I bite down on my bottom lip to prevent moans from coming out of my mouth, knowing that the game is very much still ongoing and that my brother or my parents could come inside at any given moment, and no matter how much I like exhibitionism, I do not want my family seeing this.

Cove sucks on the sensitive flesh of my neck before pulling his head back. The darkness in his eyes returns at full force, and it makes me clench around him. He hisses lowly, eyes locking with the small cut on my lip I just gave myself.

He pauses his thrusting, only the tip remaining in me. He puts the tip of his middle finger between his teeth, grabbing the leather glove and pulling it off his hand. It’s thrown aside, and his thumb brushes, smearing the blood on my bottom lip.

Immediately after, he bends and pulls my bottom lip between his, sucking on the blood. I cry out in pleasure, and he pushes forward, filling me completely. His hand comes to rest on my throat, his fingers tightening around my sides.

“Don’t hold yourself back,’’ he speaks in that damned husky voice of his. “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel. Let me hear those pretty sounds, bunny.’’

My head falls back slightly, and he pulls me on him harshly, reaching deeper than before. Screams of pleasure slip from my lips, and I don’t hold them back. I can’t hold them back. No man has ever made me feel like this.

It’s so much more than just rough sex.

Cove pays attention to details. He’s fucking me ruthlessly, but his hands are always somewhere on me, touching me, caressing my skin, soothing it, and trying to memorize it under his fingertips.

The fire is set ablaze in his eyes, and it burns only for me.

Cove uses me like his personal little fuck toy but loves me like the most precious thing in his life. And when we have sex, I feel both sides of him. The dark one that only wants to use me and the light one that wants to love me.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The passion he shows me is something I’ll never get tired of. The look of pure need and desire for me, the way his hands never leave my body and how he doesn’t seem to get tired of touching me, holding me, and keeping me close.

Before I can register his next move, he pulls out of me, and a whine comes from me. He flips me over, bends me over the desk, and pushes back into me. He thrusts savagely, ruthlessly, and with no regard for the location.

My mind goes black, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Pure ecstasy rushes through my body, my back arching to meet his thrusts. His hand comes and smacks my ass, the sound echoing in the room.

“So fucking wet for me,’’ he groans, squeezing my flesh and then spanking me again. “All of you is mine, bunny. Your cunt is mine. This pretty ass that I’ll fuck later tonight is mine. Your pretty little mouth — all mine.’’

His words are all but a growl, and it takes all my might not to climax immediately. Instead, I try to prolong it, to push the orgasm down and feel him fucking me for a while longer. By this point, my mind is filled with Cove.

His scent, his ragged breathing, and his hard body slamming into mine.

“Cove,’’ I croak out.

“Yes, bunny?”

“More. Please, I need more.’’

A deep laughter reverberates through the room, the smallest hairs on my neck standing up straight at the sound. His hands are on my hips, pushing me onto his cock while he’s pushing forward. Tingles spread all through my body, my nipples erect under the bra.

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he picks up the pace and starts thrusting and slamming into me at a higher speed, with much more force. I didn’t think it was even possible to go harder, but he’s proving me wrong, and I’m addicted.

Cove is my biggest addiction. My redemption. My entire life.

“Is this what my little slut wanted?” He asks, tone low and dangerous. He takes a handful of my hair and yanks me toward him until his chest is pressed against my back. A loud moan comes from me, and his lips brush against my ear, causing another round of shivers to coat my body. “To be used like a toy? To be filled with my cum and bred until you can’t take it anymore?”

Tears stream down my face, rolling endlessly, falling off my chin. Everything is a haze, my mind blanking out again, and the only focus is how he’s making me feel. He doesn’t stop; if anything, his movements intensify, and I swear, I can see dots forming in my vision.

“Yes!” I scream out, my voice cracking.

“Then you’re going to take it like a good little slut. You’ll keep all of my cum in your cunt, then you’ll be leaking for days.’’

I whimper when his hand connects with my cheek again, the stinging sensation sending shock right in the pit of my stomach. The orgasm builds, and my body starts trembling from the intensity.

My mouth parts, but no words come out. I want to beg for him to make me come, to do something to tip me over the edge, but I can’t find the words. They are stuck in my throat, and it closes up, not letting me speak.

“Is my little slut going to come?” Cove asks teasingly, biting on my earlobe gently. His hot breath ignites something within, the sparks racing in my chest. “Milk my cock with your sweet cunt, bunny. Let my cum fill your womb.’’

My eyes close, and I come, hard. A broken sob comes from my lips, and my body shakes uncontrollably, the wave of pleasure hitting me exactly when I need it the most. Cove bottoms out inside me, gripping my hips tightly so that I can’t move an inch, fully sated in me.

His hot cum coats my insides, cock twitching as my walls clamp down on him, keeping him deeply inside. He groans loudly, throwing his head back and shivering slightly, filling me up to the brim until there’s not anything left.

He breathes out, panting, keeping me in place. Slowly, he lowers me on the table, his cock still inside me. He pushes the hair out of the way and kisses the nape of my neck, his big arms encircling around me, hugging me closely to his body.

My body relaxes as the mix of our releases starts dripping out of me, oozing down the base of his cock. I swallow, my throat dry, and don’t even dare to speak.

I don’t have to.

Cove holds me tightly, careful not to crush me under his weight. Neither of us speaks for a while, but he continues to shower my skin with soft kisses, silently appreciating me. My smile is wide, eyes closed as I bask in the moment, letting the outside world fade out.

“Hey, bunny?” Cove whispers softly against my skin, and I hum, the only response I’m able to give him.

He chuckles, nuzzling in the back of my neck. I can feel his heartbeat against me, loud and fast, trying to get back to the normal pace. Cove swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.

“We should probably go. I do not want Hudson finding us and cutting my balls off.’’

Well, that’s one way to ruin the moment.