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Chapter Fourteen

Grey

T he past few days have been filled with plans for the upcoming job, but we occasionally take breaks to eat, sleep, and watch the news. And fuck. We make lots of time for that, and I’ve taken Briar in nearly every room of the house at every time of day. The woman has a sexual hunger rivaled by none, and I’m her favorite restaurant, apparently. Which is fine, as she’s become mine as well.

The woman in my grasp has morphed into something different. Something I absolutely cannot kill, even to my own detriment. There’s too much of an understanding between us now. Something deeper than her holding me captive for no reason. I know the reasons now, and instead of pushing me away, they’ve forced me to admit something to myself.

She and I are kindred spirits.

Fate forced our hands, and now we are two pariahs who no longer fit with society. We’re emotionally fucked, for lack of a better term. It’s a shame we can’t stick together after this, but our decision to part ways after we get the money is the right call.

“Looks like you’re capping out at fifty grand,” Briar says as she enters the bedroom with a tray in her hands. She places it on the bed and looks at me. “We’ll get more than that from her safe, right?”

“That bitch probably spent fifty grand on a daily basis,” I say with a scoff. “If we find less than that in the safe, I’ll give it all to you and turn myself in.”

She plucks a strawberry from the tray of fruit and chews it as she mulls over my words. “If it ends up like that, I don’t need all of it. I only need enough to straighten out my mortgage and get ahead. And maybe pay off a little credit card debt. My car was making a funny sound on my way home from work, though...”

“It truly never ends, does it?” I lean forward and grab a few blueberries, then pop them into my mouth. “The bills, I mean. We spend our entire lives owing somebody something.”

My black mask falls into my lap. When I look up at Briar, she’s smirking.

“Grey, it has come to our attention that you have a past due balance. To avoid legal action, please make a deposit at our nearest facility.” She slaps her pussy and smiles at me.

I look down at the mask. It makes everything possible for me, and I can’t fuck her without it. When I wear it, I’m not the man with a dead wife and child. I’m the killer who took down an evil, greedy, abusive woman. Those lifetimes didn’t exist together, so it’s a way to separate myself.

It’s a way to remain faithful to my dead wife.

But then I look up at Briar. I want to give her all of me. I want to fuck her without wearing the mask. Why is that so difficult for me?

I pluck up the mask and spin it around my finger as I enjoy a chunk of banana. “We still need to go over the plan one more time. I want to be sure we both understand our parts.”

Briar strips off her shirt, tempting me as she lies back in nothing more than a bra and some silky sleep shorts. “I’ll be at home, watching the cameras to keep you safe. You’ll be at the mansion, going through the safe and collecting the money. There. Can we fuck now?”

She spreads her legs and squeezes her mound through the thin shorts. A low moan eases out of her, and the blood rushes to my cock. My cock does nothing with it, though. If I want to fuck her, I’ll need to wear the mask.

“Put it on,” she begs. “Once you make me come again, I’ll pay attention and be a good girl. I promise.”

The woman is insatiable, and it’s such a fucking turn on. She can’t get enough of me, and the feeling is reciprocated. If I could just fuck her without the mask...

But I can’t, so I give in and slide the scratchy fabric over my face.

The erection is nearly instantaneous. Grey is gone, replaced by a man who is safe to ravage the beautiful woman in front of him. The desperate killer has no ties to a past. Hell, he doesn’t have ties to a future. He’s connected only to the woman who desires him fully, and that woman is right now. That woman is Briar.

“I want you to do something for me, Grey,” she says, looking up at me.

“What?”

She leans over, pulls something from a drawer within her bedside table, and walks over to me. What she puts in my hand surprises me.

It’s my gun.

Briar sits on the bed. Her fingers trace the black metal, almost lovingly. If she wants me to kill her, she’s chosen the wrong person for the job. Even with my mask on, I couldn’t do it. I hate to admit it, but I actually like having her around.

“I want you to fuck me with it,” she says.

I rip off the mask. “Excuse me?”

“I want you to put the barrel inside me.”

“There are so many safety reasons that?—”

“I don’t care.”

“I do!”

But then she nibbles her bottom lip, and I care a little less. And when she lifts her legs and spreads her thighs, I care not at all.

With a groan, I pull the mask over my face as she moves the crotch of her shorts aside, exposing her sweet little slit. It begs to be filled, but she doesn’t want my cock this time. No, she wants a murder weapon inside her.

My murder weapon.

I make a move to unload the pistol because I’m not stupid, but she puts her hand over mine, silently asking me to leave it loaded. While I don’t particularly want to play Russian roulette with Briar’s body, if that’s what she wants, I’ll play.

I steel myself, then drag the metal barrel down the curves of her belly and between the lips of her pussy. She drops her head back as I rub her with the rough metal, then drag it downward and push it inside her. She gasps as the small front sight slips past her opening. Her inner lips spread around the barrel, and I’m in awe. It’s not often that I get to witness perfection from this angle. The greed of her pussy. Every inch being taken and released.

“Fuck me,” she pants.

Her back arches as I piston the gun inside her, and I can’t deny the flare of jealousy I feel for the chunk of metal in my hand. I want to be that gun.

The mattress creaks beneath me as I get onto my knees and lean over her. My hand rises to her throat and squeezes, and her irises roll toward the back of her head. She tightens around the barrel. Her thighs tremble. She spasms as pleasure drips down the metal and heads toward my skin.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, little psycho,” I growl. “Even prettier when you’re about to come.”

“Grey,” she pants.

Her mouth opens and closes as my words hit her right between her legs. Her chest rises into mine, and she comes around the barrel of my gun. I raise my mask toward my nose because I need to inhale her moans. I need to devour them.

I kiss her before pulling the barrel from her pussy and bringing it to her chin. “Open your mouth, psycho, and taste yourself on my gun.”

I shove the wet barrel past her lips, then lean forward and lick her come off my hand. When a groan eases out of me, her lips tighten around the barrel. She tastes like the sin I committed, and I eat it up. I want more of it. Her sweetness washes away the metallic taste of the blood I’ve spilled.

I push the barrel deeper into her mouth and release my cock from my pants with my other hand. I can’t wait a moment longer to feel her warm, come-soaked pussy around my dick.

“I want you to choke on my pistol. I want to fuck your throat with this gun while you take my cock in your greedy pussy. You want more, don’t you?”

She nods.

Making sure my finger is far away from the trigger, I grip my dick and push inside her. She gasps around the gun. I fuck her throat with the barrel as I rail her pussy, and the sight is almost too much. Her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips, and her throat tenses and extends.

“Such a good fucking psycho,” I grit out.

Her moans filter past the intrusion, and I become desperate for them. They need to reach my ears without anything between, so I pull the gun from her mouth and set it on the bedside table. I fist her hair and pull her against me as I fuck her harder. Faster. Until she’s screaming out my name and I’m desperate to fill her. My hand glides down her soft skin and grips her ass as I pull her closer. She’s flush against me now, her warm wetness dripping and soaking me.

“Please! Fill me!” she screams.

I place my hand over her mouth, lean my weight into her, and selfishly use her body in ways I didn’t even know I was capable of. I didn’t know I was capable of a lot of things until recently. My hips stutter and my tempo slows as I fill her pussy. My dick twitches as an intense orgasm encompasses my entire body.

I roll to the side and lie beside her with a thick coating of sweat on my skin. For a moment, the lines blur as she leans over me, pulls off the mask, and kisses me. I’m both the killer and Grey, and I don’t know how to rationalize those two worlds existing in the same space. And I can’t even begin to try, for her sake.

Because once I get the cash, it won’t matter anymore. This time tomorrow, I’ll be worlds away.