Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
"They're all dead?" I asked, glancing around at the scene scattered around us. Blood. A lot of blood. There always was. But this seemed like more than usual.
"Yep."
"You checked?" I demanded.
"No one's chest is raising, Ace," he told me, but I had to check myself. "Satisfied?" he asked, rolling his eyes at me.
"We did a good thing here," I told him, feeling the need to reassure him as we moved back into the hall, as I shouldered in the door to the bathroom.
"Yeah," he agreed, both of us moving in at each sink, flicking on the water, scrubbing. "Your shirt," I mumbled, glancing over at him, making sure he got all the visible blood off his body.
"I got another one in the bike. I can change when we get back," he told me, cutting off the water, moving over toward me.
I watched in the mirror as he came up behind me, as his gaze held mine.
"What?" I asked, not sure what the look was in his eyes. It was deep, though, almost blazing, even.
Anger? Was he angry at me for involving him?
His hips pressed forward then, jabbing his cock into the flesh of my ass, making a gasp escape me.
Not anger.
Heat.
He was turned on.
Maybe to someone else, that would be insane, would have been revolting to know that he was hard after a fight and murder.
Me, though—I got it.
The adrenaline, the fear, the uncertainty.
It was still all there after the fight was over.
It raced through your system, making your skin feel electric, making your belly swirl.
It needed an outlet.
And you sometimes needed an affirmation-of-life fuck.
It was stupid and reckless, but then again, so was I, but I planted my hands on the sink, angling my ass out toward him, an invitation if I had ever seen one.
Vance didn't need more than that, either.
His hands moved around me, grabbing my pants and panties in hungry hands, yanking them down so hard I heard a rip, but couldn't bring myself to care as I felt them gather down below my knees.
Vance wasted no time reaching around me, pressing his fingers between my thighs, rubbing his thumb over my clit, sinking his first two fingers into me with a barely-contained violence, something that made my walls tighten, that made my ass angle out further.
His other hand worked his button and zip free.
A low whimper escaped me just as something flew into the sink in front of me.
His wallet.
I understood that silent demand.
My hand fumbled with it, finding the condom, handing it back to him as I finally felt his bare cock glide against my pussy, making a shiver rack my system.
A rumble moved through Vance's chest, as he pulled back, focusing on protecting us for a second before his gaze found mine in the mirror, eyes molten, making my sex clench hard, enticed by the dark promise he was showing me.
"Vance," His name rushed out of me, airy, needy.
Whatever control he'd had snapped at the sound, one hand sinking into my hip, holding me still as he slammed inside me.
Hard.
Rough.
An aching, brutal sort of pleasure gripped me, making a strange whimpering moan escape me as my gaze held his in the mirror.
His free hand reached for one of mine, pressing it between my thighs, guiding it over my clit until I took over fully, then moved upward, closed over my hand braced on the wall, holding on as he started to fuck me.
There was no other way to describe it.
This wasn't slow and sweet and explorative.
This was hard and fast and dirty.
Each thrust jammed my hips forward into the unyielding sink, guaranteeing bruises when we were finished.
It didn't take long.
His cock, my fingers, the tension buried deep inside.
"Come, Ace," he demanded, eyes on mine in the mirror as he thrust deep.
And I fucking shattered.
If it wasn't for his arm going around my center, I was pretty sure I would have collapsed to the floor. My legs lost any semblance of structural integrity. I wouldn't have been surprised if I looked down and didn't even see them there as the orgasm crashed endlessly through my system, stealing my breath, wiping my brain of any thoughts.
"Fuck," Vance hissed, his body curving over mine, forehead pressing into the back of my neck.
Sucking in a deep breath, I forced some strength back into my legs, pushed myself upright as Vance slid away from me.
"We have to go," I said, leaning down to pull my panties and pants back into place.
"Yeah," He agreed, dropping the condom into the trash, then taking the bag with him.
It was probably weird that I found myself turned on by his forethought, but there was no denying I was.
"Wait," I said, stiffening.
"What?" he asked, tensing too. "Is someone here?"
"Do you smell that?" I asked, moving toward the door.
Something was burning.
"No," Vance growled when I went to reach for the door, slamming his hand down on it, keeping it closed. "Look," he told me, nodding down to the bottom of the door where a small bit of smoke was wafting in. "Window," he said, jerking his head over toward it. "Here," he called, slamming it open, holding his hands down for me to step onto.