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He slides further down the stone bench, giving me better access to his shaft. I run my fingers up and down that thick column of flesh, marveling at all the piercings. How the fuck did I take such a colossal cock?
Maybe this is proof that I really am dead.
We continue touching, rubbing, stroking each other until the pleasure gets too intense. I throw my head back, panting, gasping, all the while trying to maintain my rhythm.
“Together?” he rumbles.
“Yeah,” I whisper.
The finger on my clit pushes down with more pressure. “Come for me, little ghost.”
His words detonate an implosion that sends my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Sensations erupt from my core, forcing my mouth open in a silent scream. Hips jerking, Xero bellows his orgasm, causing the air to tremble.
That’s when I know he’s not human.
I collapse against his chest, my heart thundering. If this is hell, maybe an eternity here with Xero wouldn’t be so bad. Not if he can make me come without seeing ghosts.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs into my hair. “This is only the beginning.”
My eyes flutter shut, and I relax against his chest. I don’t have the mental bandwidth to decipher his words.
“Xero? Is that really you?”
“Yes.”
My throat tightens. “I saw a video of the execution. You were covered in so much blood, but it was definitely you. And then something went wrong, and the electricity set your head on fire. They even declared you dead.”
“All true.”
“But how?”
“Rest, my love. We have more pressing issues.” Scooping me into his arms, he rises out of the bath.
I glance around the stone walls, wondering how on earth anyone can escape Death Row. It doesn’t make any logical sense,but then neither does my theory that we’re in hell. I have so many questions that I don’t even know where to start.
Xero carries me through an archway into a stone room that looks like it was once used for spa treatments. Light shines from Perspex lamps atop a stone table that takes up the room’s center. Wooden benches line one wall, while the other is lined with boarded-up windows.
From the crumbling walls and exposed brickwork, I’m beginning to believe we really are in the abandoned rectory.
He sets me down on the bench and wraps my body in fluffy towels. I grab one to create a turban around my hair, while Xero kneels at my feet and takes hold of my ankle.
“What are you doing?”
He places my foot on his thigh. “Taking care of what’s mine.”
His gaze flickers up to meet mine, and I stare down into ice-blue eyes. Up close, his irises are insane. They’re the color of a winter sky with starbursts of white. The only thing distinguishing the irises from the sclera is the tiniest ring of indigo.
I’m about to ask if they’re contacts, but then I remember I’m in the presence of a killer with a grudge.
“I thought you hated me.”
“What do you think?” he asks.
A lump forms in my throat, and I gulp. The words I want to say tremble on the edge of my lips. My heart races with fragile hope. Dare I say it?
Xero’s lips graze my ear, and I pluck up the courage to whisper, “You... you love me?”
“And?”
