Page 37 of Seven Graves

The Mortician

Gotta say? I’m proud as fuck at myself for that move…

hateful as it was. The look on his face is one of those things that’ll live rent-free in my mind for a long time.

Would it have been one of the hottest lays of my life?

Absolutely. But it’s not who I am. I care about these people too much, and I think I’m doing enough shitty service just by dumping this body into Mrs. Porter’s grave.

I’ve told myself, as I have before, that at least she’ll have some company while she rests.

My hope is that whoever this little twat was that we bagged up tonight?

She gets a proper ass-kicking by a wise old lady.

I propped my shovel up against the back of the hearse, finally peeling my sweaty gloves off and leaning forward to untie my boots.

I’m exhausted, and I honestly can’t wait to take a shower.

I heard Malek’s shovel clang on the ground behind me and I grinned, untying the other boot.

I’m feral at the thought of whatever way he’s gonna eventually get me back for that.

I heard another clink, and just as I was setting my foot back down, about to turn around and see what he was doing, something cold pressed up against my throat—then a heated body against my back.

I went ramrod straight, my breath hitching when I felt his hand grip my left hip.

“This far enough away not to be disrespectful, Nathair Bheag?”

His chin rested on my shoulder, his mouth very close to my ear, and the heat of him against me had an instant fucking ache start up between my legs.

Turns out, I didn’t have to wait long to figure out what he’d do.

I realized all too quickly what was against my throat, and my chest started moving quicker, second guessing if I’d put too much trust in a murderer .

“Malek…I—”

“Say the word and it stops, Seven Grey. But I’m beginning to know you. And if I haven’t made it clear enough that you’re safe, I’ll let you leave me right here in this creepy ass graveyard and not bother you ever again.”

It took me a second, but I realized once he’d said that, that the back edge of his blade was what he’d put up to my skin—not the part that would cut me.

I am safe. It’s just who he is. Suddenly, it was okay not to think of myself as some deranged, dried out whore that was getting extremely turned on by the fact that I’m in a cemetery with a hit man that has a knife at my throat.

But, allowing that reality to settle in caused that ache to turn into a steady drip I was willing to let him swallow down like holy water .

When I didn’t say anything and inched my head farther back, the point of his blade trailed down the column of my neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake while that other hand reached up to the zipper on my filthy jumpsuit and started tugging down.

Call me an asshole. Call me a hypocrite.

Tell me I’m unfair, and you’d be right. I heard and felt the moment Malek probably thought all of those things when that knife made it to the center of my lacy bra…

and he realized what I didn’t wear under this getup.

“Dirty girl…” he whispered raggedly, clicking his tongue.

My zipper inched closer and closer to where it stopped at the seat of the jumpsuit, that blade following close behind and I couldn’t get a grip on the function of my lungs.

“We’re more like-minded than you think, pet.

” He reached forward, grabbing one of my hands and dragging it behind me to where his cock was out, and hard as steel as I wrapped my hand around it.

We both cursed under our breath, and I whimpered when that hand found its way back, reaching into the front of my suit to get a firm hold on my cunt.

I felt the blade slip just beneath the waistline of my thong and thought I’d come right there.

He turned it, snapping through one side and it fell down my left thigh, hanging and leaving my pussy in his hand.

God, this is hot. It’s almost better than anything in that god-forsaken book.

I tightened my fist around him, reaching up to get my free hand in his hair and—there was none.

I tore my eyes open, looking up to see his green eyes, burning in the moonlight, and eating me alive through the skull mask.

He didn’t give me a chance to comment before dropping the knife to the ground and taking me by the throat, making me look right at him with my neck craned backward while he plunged two fingers up inside me.

My mouth is hung open and I’m starting to find it harder and harder to breathe…

or even think …with him sloshing in and out of my cunt.

It sounds just as wet as it feels, and I can feel him throbbing in my hand.

I felt the hoop at the tip of his cock, thumbing over it and spreading a bead of precum over his head.

I need to know what this is like. What he’s like.

“I have thought about it, you know…” He pulled his fingers out and raised them up to my open mouth, sliding them over my lips and then slipping them past my teeth.

“You taste that, Viper? Suck…” I did, locking eyes with him the entire time and feeling his chest heave against my back.

“It was an entire box of tissues. In my mind, it was your pretty pussy. Your face. Your fucking throat,” he groaned, gripping my neck tighter.

“I’ve imagined plenty of ways to make a mess outta you.

” He hooked his fingers behind my bottom teeth and thrust into my hand.

“Now, tell me how bad you’ve wanted it.”

I would…if I could remember how to use my fucking words.

I let my hand fall from the back of his head, down to where his hand was latched onto my neck, and tightened it, closing my eyes and deciding actions spoke a lot louder.

My ass pushed back against the hard cock that was slowly moving in and out of my grip.

I think it was enough to send the message.

He eased the jumpsuit down my shoulders until it practically dropped off of me.

My thong is still hanging by threads on the thick of my thigh, and the feel of his murderous hands running up and down my fucking body, combined with the harsh breaths through that mask… I’m so done.

“We waitin’ for Mrs. Porter’s family and friends to come watch?” I asked, feeling him jerk when I squeezed my hand. He growled into my ear and his fingers dug into my hip bones.

“Get in the hearse, Viper. I’m about to fuck the sass right outta you.”

“Think so?” I grinned, grinding myself a little harder.

“Ha.”

Malek grabbed me by the waist and hauled my ass right out of my boots and onto my hands and knees into the back of the Batmobile.

I dared a glance back at him and…fuck, what a vision…

he’s still in the suit, completely naked underneath.

Mask on. Fully unzipped. Every tattoo on display.

Cock standing proud like it’s about to wreck my life .

I fucking hope it does. He forced me forward, climbing in behind me and slamming the door.

I heard my shovel hit the ground. We’ve been dancing around this shit ever since we met, and it shows.

It’s obvious now, on my end. I couldn’t deny it if I wanted to.

I knew exactly what I was doing when I decided he was coming with me tonight, breaking all my rules and not having a stitch on underneath.

I did want this. Even if the possibility of it not happening tonight was there. Some part of me entertained it.

I spread my legs, lowering my cheek to the carpeted floor and Malek’s strong thighs shoved between, widening me to the point that it hurt. I love it. I reached back with both hands, grabbing my ass and spreading my aching pussy as that silent, open invitation to do his worst.

“It’s exquisite, love. Tell me to ruin it.

” His fingers slid through my slick center, teasing and baiting me, and my rogue hair blew in and out of my face.

He’s playing with me. He won’t give me an inch until I fucking say it.

The bastard. “Tell me…” A single digit shoved inside, the other simultaneously toying with my clit and I didn’t realize I could make a sound like the needy pathetic one that just came out of my mouth.

He made a slow, deliberate pass, hooking that finger inside me and easing it out to join the other in its torture.

I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s what he lives for.

“ Fuck me , Malek.”

“Yes, ma’am…so bossy.”

This motherfu—

He grabbed my wrists, startling me and put them together, forcing them behind my back.

I’m so flustered I didn’t even think about the idea that he obviously just cooked up when he pulled one of the old leather casket straps from the anchor in the floor, securing it around one of my wrists, and then doing the same to the other.

The straps crossed over my back on either side, and he yanked the leverage, tightening it.

The upper half of me is well and truly fucked.

There’s no way I’m getting out until he decides to let me.

His rough palm stroked up my spine and I arched into it like a cat.

“You look so fuckin’ pretty all tied up in death, pet.

” His knees pushed mine farther up, raising my ass at an almost uncomfortable angle, and I heard him spit right before I felt it drip down my cunt.

The cold chill of metal slid across my opening, and I braced myself, my breathing absolutely wild as he gripped my hip and pushed himself in.

My teeth chattered involuntarily, feeling that dick ring inch its way up, only to retreat until it was out again and sliding through my slit. “ Fuck , Viper…”

The hoop grazed my clit, hitting just right on the way back through and I moaned, trying to remember how to breathe when he made another pass back through. “Oh, fuck… fuck .”