My words have her shaking around my fingers, and I picture what it will be like to feel the flutters strangling my piercings.
“I want you to shatter me,” she screams.
And fuck do I want that too, but I can’t.
“No, Riri. I can’t be your first. My piercings would hurt you,” I grit out.
“What if I want to feel the pain?” She challenges.
My lip quirks. “Pain is something I’ll gladly give, but not like this. Not for your first time.”
I lift her chin so she can see the seriousness of my next words, “I may not be your first, but I’ll be your forever.” Then my lips crush to hers as she rides my fingers, and my thumb circles her clit. Her moans fill my mouth- our kisses grow violent as she gets closer to her release. Her pussy grips my fingers, and her head tips back.
“Bring that fucking mouth back to me now,” I growl.
Smoldering gray eyes darken at my command- her lips returning to mine, and I recapture her mouth as I increase my pace, pumping my fingers in and out of her soaking wet walls.
She releases a quiet, stuttered moan before a loud cry explodes from her mouth as her body shakes. My other hand pulls her into me, trying to fuse us together, eating her orgasm until her body finally stills.
“Fuck,” she sighs, resting her forehead to mine. “You-,” she begins to speak, but a voice comes over the intercom, interrupting her and shattering the bliss we felt only seconds ago.
“Sir, we have a problem.”
LIAM
I pull up to the front entrance of the airstrip, parking my car next to the guys’ cars, and hop out.
Everyone is standing by the iron gate at the entry point. Taking my time, I stroll toward them, wondering why no one is inside until I see what prompted us to meet here.
Summer’s skewered like a scarecrow to the gate. Her head hangs limply on the shoulders of her mutilated corpse. She’s covered in bruises, and dried blood can be seen from her exposed sex. A knife handle hangs from the opening. Her breasts are gone.
Why isn’t this sick fuck done yet?
“Well, that’s a fucked way to end a date,” Karl murmurs as I finally approach.
Shit. I forgot August was on his date with Emma.
“Where is she now? Did she see this?” I ask, proud when my voice doesn’t sound feral.
“We had Thomas and Erik take her the back way. We didn’t want to freak her out after she finally had a day to be carefree,” August responds. He looks wistful, as if he’s replaying their date.
It must have been amazing.
I dip my chin in understanding.
After receiving the text when she left the doctor’s office, August and Karl mentioned how guilty she felt that this psycho keeps going after people because of her.
“How did you manage to get her to leave without making a fuss? Didn’t you say the pilot announced it on the plane? I can’t imagine her going quietly,” Sebastian voices.
He’s right about that. I might not be as close with her as August and Karl, but I know enough that she’d never leave without protest.
“She doesn’t know what the problem is, and we should keep it that way for at least the time being,” Rowan suggests.
“How exactly do you plan on keeping a whole dead-ass girl hidden?” I snort.
I take his point, but she’s a whole damn person and a popular one at that. Her absence will be noticed.
Sebastian interjects, “We have about a week before anyone will make a big deal about it. You know how often students go on impromptu trips with their parents. Calloway isn’t the epitome of a strict attendance policy.”
He’s right about that. Shit, we take off for weeks at a time doing Fraternitas shit all the time, and no one bats an eyelash.
Shifting my gaze, I glance at the metal spiked through Summer’s chest. “How the hell did this happen? I thought we increased security for all of the girls?” I ask.
The sound of footsteps crunching gravel announces a new arrival.
“I think I can answer that,” my father states, and I immediately stiffen. His nearness unsettles me.
Bradley Washington is an imposing form but not an evil man. The best way to explain the relationship I have with a man who I’m the carbon copy of, with the exception of me having my mother’s eyes, is that he wants forgiveness for something I’ve not forgiven myself for. How do you let go of the pain of feeling betrayed when it’s yourself you feel betrayed by the most?
“Summer was taken after she refused to let her security team follow her to her wax appointment. She was adamant that the esthetician she’s been going to was the same person for the last five years,” my father begins to explain, pausing only to turn his jade-green eyes on me. “When her detail noticed she hadn’t exited the building fifteen minutes after the end of her scheduled session, they went inside and only found her tracker, which was left on the bed.”
Lifting my hand, I massage the headache building at the bridge of my nose. “How could they let that shit happen?” I bark, angrier at the lapse in security than I am about another girl being killed. Summer was a bitch, and she didn’t deserve to die for it, but her stupidity made it happen.
My father’s stare returns. I feel it burning into the side of my face. “Yes, they’ve all been taken out of rotation. We can’t have security who bend to the whims of a whiny brat. They were able to recover this, however,” he says, pulling out a photo of Madeline sitting in a waiting car as a man carries the slumped form of Summer.
This prompts me to observe her mangled form again.
“Tell me we have something on her this time?” Rowan asks.
I know the answer before my father even responds, “No, the license plate was untraceable.”
Curses fill the air. We’re all over this shit. The Filiae Bellonae has been five steps ahead of us.
My gaze connects with each of theirs, communicating silent instructions. We’ll meet back at my house to discuss our next move.
A hand lands on my shoulder, and I have to bite my cheek to prevent the flinch.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.