Page 27 of Wraith (Deviant Assassin #1)

As if my voice alone summoned it, she tips over the edge into ecstasy with a cry that’s half scream and half sob as her walls clench around me and she shudders in my arms. Her arms wrap around my neck, clinging to me as she nuzzles her face against my neck.

She presses wet kisses against my heated skin. Vacillating between kisses and love bites. My large hand goes to the back of her head, encompassing it. Pressing her harder against me, holding her there. Never wanting to let her go

But I harden my heart and make myself do just that.

I will not lose focus or fall for her cruel games again.

She has to pay for what she did. After all, that’s what I came for.

I’m just not sure this is the way I want her to pay.

The thought of another man fucking her makes me want to blow shit up, but the memory of how hot it was to watch her perform, to hear her get off the other night, also makes me want to have another man here with me, filling all of her holes.

I want to chain her to the wall and keep her there for my fucking pleasure.

I want to keep her for myself and share her all at once.

Drive her to mindlessness. Have her fully understand I’ll control what she gives and receives—and who to.

If she ever has another man in her life, it will be because I allow it so that we can give her so much pleasure she gets stuck. Unable to move, beg, or even moan.

Unable to do anything other than what we tell her to do.

My confused thoughts oscillate between doling out punishment and showering her with my unending love. I’m out of my mind over Kiera. It’s entirely her fault I’ve become a jaded, psychotic alphahole.

She clearly craves my dark and twisted possession, too.

I spin us around, slamming her into the coffin as I drive into her relentlessly.

As soon as her hazy eyes lock on mine, I circle her throat with my hand and squeeze it, not as hard as I pictured doing it years ago, but for damn sure she can feel my intent and my emotion.

There’s no fear, only flames burning in her amber eyes as her breath stops.

Driving up into her harder, faster, searching for a way to banish the sense of wrongness that’s rising with my passion.

Her face slowly reddens to the shade I’d like to make her ass, as I drive into her mercilessly, over and over.

She’s totally at my mercy. Fucking mine in every way.

Finally, I loosen my grip and the sound of her gasping for air as she clings to me sends me over the edge. She comes again too, her head falling to my shoulder as her hot pussy milks every drop of cum from my straining cock.

A few long moments pass as we struggle to breathe. The feel of Kiera in my arms brings a satisfaction which is tainted by shame.

This isn’t us. We shouldn’t be tangled together fucking against a coffin in a funeral home. Or maybe it’s exactly how it should be, with the weight of our past having killed our bond.

As if she can read my thoughts, she pulls back first, her labored breath hot against my cheek. Even after all this time, she can’t hide anything from me. Now, it’s not love and devotion on her face. Her eyes match my jumbled thoughts—filled with confusion and even disgust.

What the hell was I thinking?

Shoving her away from me, I step back, running my hands through my hair to keep from wrapping them around her neck again.

I end up knocking her into the coffin, which falls over, spilling its gruesome contents to the floor.

A wrinkled, gray arm falls past the edge of her brown wooden prison, and I focus on it to calm myself down.

The silence is deafening, the room still echoing with the force of what just happened. My heart pounds in my chest, and bile rises in my throat.

“We’re… we’re fucked up,” I whisper, more to myself than to her. I can’t believe I let this happen, that I fucked her after everything she’s done. After everything she’s not saying.

Kiera doesn’t respond. She’s staring at the ground, fists clenched at her sides, but her body language is full of remorse and defeat.

I turn away and tuck myself back into my pants with shaking hands. Trying to pull my shit together, I smooth down my tie.

“This was a mistake. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of,” she says, her voice hollow.

“Kiera…” I growl out.

“We’re too late, Blade.”

I give her a shitty smile, my lips twisted in anger.

“Oh, you thought I was here to what… repair our marriage? Take your lying, cheating ass back?” I point at the scar that seems to thrill her.

“I lost focus when I found out what you did! And it reminds me every day to stay the fuck away from a tramp like you.” The words taste like bitter ashes, but I force them out. “You’re used goods, babe.”

Fire shoots out of her eyes, her hands reaching out like she’s going to choke me, her fingers grasping at air.

“Bastard!”

“Yeah, I’m a bastard. I’m a rich mother fucker who’s about to get paid a shit ton of money to settle a score. Blowing your lover’s car up was my way of saying hello. The fun is yet to come. You’re about to see I’m not the same chump who worshipped the ground you walked on.”

I don’t wait for a response. Turning, I slip through the shadows and out of the chapel, leaving her behind, just like she left me all those years ago. The echo of our actions hanging over me like a curse.