DECEIT (B723) by Hazel Grace (ebook reader for surface pro .TXT) 📕

her slowly, driving me and her fucking insane with lust.

“Fuck, Em,” I ground out. “Your pussy is perfect. And this ass, baby…”

Her tongue darts out, tasting the sweat off my skin before laying her palms flat on my chest.

She straightens her spine, long strands of whitish-blonde hair falling down her shoulders, and with this position, I’m straight to the hilt inside her.

My balls clench at her taking what she wants. That crush or liking me thing she mentioned earlier shows me exactly what that flame she carried for me really desired.

And I want more.

Flipping her onto her back, I don’t waste a moment embedding my throbbing cock back into her. Emmy grips at the white sheets and arches her back as I painfully thrust in and out, careful not to bust my load too quickly.

I want to savor it for at least another moment. The first time I fucked Emmy Lou Rhodes as my partner and the beaming sunlight to my dark world.

She makes me feel alive.

She creates a shift in my existence. I’ve never felt so safe in a decision after she said, “I do”.

Emmy’s brown eyes crash into mine, and my desire for her quickens in my head and chest.

Hurling deeper and faster, Emmy reaches for me, and I grant her the lack of closeness between us.

“Christ, Emmy.”

Our mouths collide as we fuck and devour each other. Every one of Emmy’s moans produces me to take her deeper and harder until she calls for God and then comes over my name.

I swallow her exhales as she falls down off her orgasm, and my balls constrict as my stomach flutters.

Emmy’s hand trails down the side of my face and drags my mouth open when her thumb tugs down on my lower lip.

“I’m on the pill,” she mutters. “Come inside me.”

“Fuck, baby…” After a few more plunges, I growl out, claiming her like an animal against the softness of her touch and the need to declare her as all mine.

Our foreheads join as I regain my racing heartbeat and quavering breathes.

“Forever?” Emmy inquires gently. “Is this real?”

I drive another kiss to her lips, taking my time and inhaling her scent of peaches. “It’s the most authentic thing in my life.”

“Mine too.”

I nestle my nose with hers. “Let me feed you. We’ll look over the lights and get some carbs so I can get you back into bed again.”

“To sleep?” Her voice is teasing, and I chuckle at how she really doesn’t understand how much I’m going to cherish her at any given opportunity I’m offered.

How I will protect her at any cost.

“If that’s what you wanna call it, baby.”

My chest heaves erratically as I deliver another punch to the face of the man in front of me.

I can’t feel my knuckles, just the blinding rage and despair that has been eating me alive for days.

Emmy’s pregnant and the baby isn’t mine.

I don’t know how she knows or how far along she is, but it’s clear.

Everything is so crystal fucking clear now that when I think about it, raising a baby alone or with that Alexander fucker, I spiral down again into an even darker hole.

“Leave him alone,” I hear Kyson say to one of the boys behind me.

Leave me alone.

I want to be.

I need to be.

Emmy is gone, and I can’t force myself to chill in ways that I had before.

A baby changes everything.

I deliver another shaky fist and feel the warm liquid of blood splatter along my face. I can’t see him anymore, not when my vision is blurred and I don’t want to come out of my stupor of bleakness.

No, it’s better to be here.

It’s grander to hurt someone else when all I really want to do is tear Emmy’s boy’s limbs off and watch him bleed out while I use him for target practice.

She’d never forgive me.

But she’d never have to know.

It’s too bad that when Emmy cries, I feel like utter shit. That I have somewhat of a conscience.

He isn’t good for her. I can tell just by how he acts.

She’s not a princess that desires.

She’s a queen that needs to be kept in her lane but given the freedom to keep you in yours.

You can’t hold Emmy for long, not when she’s a beam of sunshine. You can’t pocket that shit. You can’t own it. You can only bathe and experience the warm rays along your face.

Now there’s a black cloud in my fucking way.

“Need the name of the dude that you work for.” Marty comes to my side; I can see the outline of his frame out of my peripheral.

He’s not going to get it.

This is Kyson’s mission, I just tagged along. Something about guys selling guns to underaged kids, which is a lesser assignment than what we’re used to. However, I did hear kidnapping and a senator’s daughter in the same sentence or some shit.

Don’t know, don’t care.

“Nah, I’m not a rat, bruh.”

The dude’s voice irritates me.

He’s young, but he can take a few punches and heal with no problem.

Except, he reminds me of Mac and my first kill.

“But you look familiar.” I peer up to find dark eyes staring back at me.

Actually, no, they’re green.

Like Alexander’s.

My hands flex at my sides but my pinky doesn’t move, an uncomfortable pain shoots up my hand afterward. I think I broke the damn thing off this dude’s fucking head.

“Were you with him Saturday night? He likes to dabble with tall guys and beards.”

“Aw, shit,” Mills groans before my jacked-up fist goes sailing into the dude’s face again.

I don’t stop.

Again and again, I hit where I can. I feel every hit just like he does. The shooting discomfort making my balled-up hand numb and throb.

He’s gonna die.

This kid isn’t walking out of here.

“Still need some more answers,” Kyson mutters behind me. “Back off a second.”

He can fuck off a second but do what he asks, taking a needed step back and tucking my chin into my chest so the boys can do whatever it is