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Story: Lust (Seven Deadly Sins #2)
CHAPTER TEN
ROMAN
I take my coffee back to bed and climb under the covers, but it doesn’t last when my phone rings five minutes later.
“Oz, what’s up?”
“I’m sending you the investigation details of the last victim. But I also got a hit from Kincaid’s car reg in that area a day after the murder.”
“Son of a bitch! Did you find anything on Sydney?” When Blake posed the idea of using Sydney as another route to bring Kincaid down, I asked Oz to dig a little deeper into our seemingly innocent reverend’s daughter.
“Nah, the girl is clean as a whistle. The only black spot in her perfect life is that prick of an ex she was set to marry.”
“Well, he’s out of the picture.”
“You planning on using her?”
“Possibly. Kincaid came back injured. Check hospital reports for hand injuries and anyone matching his description. If he did go to the hospital, I doubt he used the name Kincaid.”
“Will do.”
I end the call and open Oz’s latest email. Opening the first attachment, it’s a medical examiner’s report detailing the victim’s numerous injuries. A quick scan is all I need to confirm whoever did this is the same person who killed my sister. Kincaid is smart enough to not hit the same county twice and he adjusts small details of his MO to throw off any chance of them being linked. It goes at least some way to explaining why the old bill haven’t linked them yet.
I shower and dress before heading to the spare room we’re using as an office. Paperwork is spread out over the large desk and pinned to the walls is a timeline naming all the victims over the last few years.
Pauline Lees, aged 22, dark hair, green eyes.
Jessica Trent, aged 20, dark hair, brown eyes.
Donna Sharpe, aged 22, blonde hair, blue eyes.
Kylie Ackers, aged 19, blonde hair, green eyes.
Susan Bell, aged 21, dark hair, brown eyes.
The names keep going to include another half a dozen, and these are the ones we know about. My eyes land on my sister’s name; Annabel Stone, aged 23, dark hair, blue eyes. There is no specific type, no pattern as to how he chooses them. It all seems random. But they are not spur of the moment. He comes prepared, hunting until he finds just what he’s looking for.
The front door slams, snapping me from my thoughts, and I look at my watch. A second later, Blake appears in the doorway, looking tense and flustered. He marches into the room, without so much as a hello, and right up to me, then grabs my face between his hands and kisses me.
“What the—” I stop and lick my lips, tasting something sweet. Leaning in, I sniff Blake’s neck, jolting backwards when I’m hit with the scent of coconut. “Is that?—”
“Syd? Yep, and ain’t it the sweetest fucking thing you ever tasted?” Blake replies, locking his hands behind his head and pacing the room.
“You kissed her?”
“Uh-huh. She kissed me right fucking back too. God, it was divine.”
“Seems she left you hanging though,” I say, with a gesturing nod toward the front of his jeans. Stepping into his path, I stop his pacing and grab a hold of his painfully hard cock. “Need me to relieve this for you?” I ask wickedly and fully on board with the idea as I give him a rough squeeze.
He groans a garbled response, which I read as a yes, and I begin unbuttoning his trousers as I trail a path of kisses and nips along the column of his neck. Reaching his mouth, I kiss him, drowning out his moans as I wrap my hand tightly around his shaft. After a couple of hard pumps, with Blake thrusting into my fisted hand, I release him and spin him as I push him against the wall.
Shoving his jeans down his legs as he kicks his trainers off, I free one leg before kicking his legs wide and covering his back with my front.
“Look how fucking hard you are, Blake,” I whisper in his ear as I take him in my hand again and swipe my thumb over his crown, which is dripping precum, then press my thumb on my tongue, tasting him. Keeping my hand wrapped around his cock, I drop to my knees and bury my head between his legs, licking a path along his taint up to his puckered hole. Letting his dick go, I grab his arse cheeks, spreading them, my skin blanched white from the tight grip, then I swirl my tongue around his rim as he moans and pushes back into my mouth.
Pulling back and rising to my feet, I reach behind me to the desk drawer, finding the lube I know is in there. Blake watches over his shoulder as I lower my joggers, my cock springing free and slapping against my stomach, before squirting lube over my dick and tossing the tube aside. Sliding my hand up and down my shaft a couple of times before looking back to Blake.
Still wet with my saliva, I ease a lube-coated finger into Blake’s hole to the first knuckle, eliciting a groan from him. As he adjusts, I push deeper, then add a second finger, the tight muscles contracting around the intrusion. I hook my fingers, caressing the small smooth gland in a come-hither motion before giving it a couple of rapid taps, a move guaranteed to have him riding the edge of orgasm in minutes.
“Roman,” Blake growls, and I smirk.
I smirk. “Hands on the fucking wall, Blake,” I order and watch as his eyes glaze over with need before he does what I asked. Removing my fingers, I grab his hips, yanking them back, arching Blake’s back. “Keep those hands on the fucking wall,” I demand, rubbing the head of my cock against his ring.
“Ro!” Blake growls again, pushing his arse back, demanding and desperate for me to fuck him.
I push forward, slowly easing in as Blake relaxes and opens for me. My crown slides past the first tight ring of muscle, drawing a deep groan from Blake.
“More! Harder!” Blake begs, slamming a hand against the wall.
“Patience.” I chuckle, sliding in further, my head tipping back and eyes closing as his passage tightens around my cock. “Fuck!”
“Jesus, Ro, just fuck me.”
Unable to hold back any longer, I slam into him. I pause, allowing Blake to adjust as he hisses at the intrusion. Gripping his hips, I ease out, then pound into him, panting with each thrust of my hips as Blake moans and I set a punishing pace.
“You wishing you could sink your throbbing cock into Sydney’s tight little cunt, Blake?”
“Y-yes. Fuck yes!”
The image is easy to envisage and has me pumping harder and faster as my balls tighten. I feel Blake’s arse contracting, squeezing, as his own orgasm rises. Reaching around, I fist Blake’s cock as I continue to fuck his arse.
“Oh fuck! Ro, I’m…going to come.”
“Yes, you fucking are. I’m right there with you,” I cry, slamming into him.
Blake lets out a roar as he comes, shooting strips of milky cum up the wall and on the carpet, and milking my cock, drawing my own orgasm from me.
I squeeze his hips, dropping my head onto his back as my breaths even out.
“Holy fuck!” Blake murmurs.
I hum my agreement, slipping free from him and stepping back. He winces and turns to me, wearing a satisfied smile.
“You still unsure about bringing Syd in? ’Cause I think the sooner the better. I’ve tasted her, tasted her desire, and, let me tell you, the thought of corrupting her gets me fucking hard.”
I step toward him and cup his scruff covered face. “I agree.” I press a kiss to his lips. “Let’s clean up, then we’ll talk.”
“What you really mean is”—he looks down at my semi-hard dick, his lips kicking up in a smirk—“you’re going to fuck my mouth in the shower first.”
I laugh, slapping his arse as he turns away, then follow him to the bathroom. He’s not wrong and he’ll be choking on my dick before the water is even warm.
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