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Page 18 of Wicked Winter Night

She writhes in pleasure, desperate for more, when she responds, “Yes, this pussy is all yours.”

Her words go straight to my cock, and I start pounding her into the table, feeling like I am unable to get enough of her, like I need her to be wrapped around my cock at all times, to feel her always. A light breeze graces my skin, and without realizing it, I stop, the lost feeling taking me by surprise.

Ella’s eyes widen like she’s done something wrong, and I kiss her, a deep, primal kiss. When I break apart, she asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s nothing, baby. I’m just afraid you won't be able to escape me after today,” I whisper.

“Who said anything about escaping?” she whispers back, and begins moving her hips in circles. I let out a loud moan, her tight, wet heat contracting around my shaft. I move slowly, thrusting deep inside her at an achingly slow pace. My mouth covers hers, and she wraps her legs around me, pulling me in deeper. Her thighs tighten around my waist, and her pussy grips my cock, her heels digging into my ass. She’s close, and I break the kiss, her moans beginning to fill the room. Leaning down to her ear, I whisper, “Come undone for me, baby. Shatter. Give yourself to me.”

And she does. She breaks, her orgasm ripping through her like a freight train, and she cries out in ecstasy. I can feel my own orgasm ready to explode, so when I feel her beginning to come down, I waste no time. I bring both of her legs up, throwing them over my shoulders and practically bring them to her chest as I lean forward. With both of my hands planted firmly on both sides of her head, I fuck her relentlessly into the table. The table shakes, and the legs threaten to give way, but I don’t stop. The sounds of her wet pussy fill the space. That sound, mixed with her moans, accompanied by her tight cunt sends me over the edge, and I come inside her, my cock pulsing as her pussy takes every last drop.

We’re both spent as I pull out of her, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a dishtowel. I wet it and bring it back to her, wiping her clean. Then, I work on freeing her from the lights. She sits up, and the sight of her fully naked on the table makes my dick twitch again, but I push it down, needing to clean up the mess we made in here before going for round 2. I throw on my clothes and toss hers to her for her to do the same.

“I need to clean up this mess and dispose of the body. I’ll need to borrow your car since my truck is parked near my safehouse.”

“What do you need me to do?” she asks, and I can’t help but smile at her willingness to dive into the darkness with me.

“Nothing, baby. Just stay here. I’ll be back soon,” I assure her. I walk over to Liam’s body, about to work on untying him, when Ella curses.

“Fuck! Luke, the cops are here!” she shouts. “Their car is coming down the road.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I curse. This really fucks everything up, but I’ve been in worse situations. I rub my hands down my face, thinking up a quick plan, and when I do, I know it’s not one either of us is gonna like.

“I need you to sit in this chair,” I tell her, pulling one of the dining room chairs out.

“What?” she questions, looking concerned.

“Please. We don’t have much time. Do you trust me?” I whisper, looking her in the eyes, the beautiful blue gems swirling with so much uncertainty about what’s to come.

She nods and moves to the chair, sitting as I asked. I grab the lights I just had her tied to the table with and wrap them around her, securing her to the chair. Then I run down the steps to the basement, grab the duct tape, and bolt back up the stairs. Just as I reach the top, I hear the tires on the gravel come to a halt.

“I need you to listen to me closely. You’re not going to like what I’m about to tell you, but I need to go along with it and trust me.”

“Okay,” she whispers, her eyes beginning to well with tears.

“I’m going to tape your mouth closed. I won’t have time to move Liam with them out front, so he’s going to have to stay here. When they come in, I need you to tell them it was me. You tell them your mystery man came back last night, tell them about Liam attacking you, tell them that I killed him and left you here tied up.”

She shakes her head, the tears beginning to spill over. “N-no. You’ll be arrested if I do that!” she whisper-shouts.

“No, little dove, I won't. I’m not in any of the databases. I’m a ghost. You tell them I ran when I heard them coming down the drive. Do NOT, under any circumstances, tell them it was you who killed Liam. Put it all on me, do you hear me?”

She nods, albeit reluctantly. “When am I going to be able to see you again?” she asks, her lip beginning to tremble.

“I’ll need to stay away for a while. They’ll be looking for me, and they’ll be watching you. It will all seem suspicious, especially since they won’t find any DNA of mine that returns as a match, but I promise that you will be fine. I’ll see to that. Meet me backhere in one year, little dove. I’ll be waiting for you,” I assure her. The sound of boots stomping up the front porch means it’s time for me to go. “Don’t forget you aremine, little dove,” I growl. “I may have to keep my distance, but I’ll always be watching.”

I kiss her one last time, committing her taste to memory before I pull away. “One year, baby.”

Then, I tape her mouth closed before turning and running out the back door.

Once outside, I run as fast as I can through the woods, not taking even a second to look back. It’s not until I’m safely through the doors of my safehouse, pulling up the camera feed, and seeing that they’ve found her inside that I realize one thing.

It was fucking freezing outside.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

One Year Later

The last year has been one hell of a rollercoaster. After Luke ran out the back door, the cops kept incessantly knocking on the door. I tried screaming through the tape, and I’m not sure if it was the screams or not answering the door that did it, but Officer Hilton kicked down the door, followed by Officer Jefferson, gunsdrawn. When they saw me tied to the chair, their eyes visibly widened in shock. Officer Hilton rushed to help me while Officer Jefferson checked the house.