Page 34 of Blood We Steal

I would see her, though. Looked down at the heavy flesh spilling out of her cheap white bra, her brown skin covered with a faint sheen of sweat. She harshed out a breath, and I caught a hint of the darker skin of her nipples. My mouth watered with the need to taste, and that want again made me pull back. I speared her with three quick thrusts, and she melted against me, her pussy clamping down and fluttering around me, trying to milk me.

Fuck.

I slammed my fist against the wall and Simone’s eyes flew open and her pussy clamped down harder, threatening to pull me over the edge.

Then she huffed out a low moan, her breath warm against my ear as her hands gripped my shoulders.

I snaked my hand under her ass and pulled her closer, every cell of my body wanting to let go and fill her with cum.

No.

I dragged myself out of her wet, gripping heat, fisted her hair, and pushed her to her knees. She went without a word, and looked up at me with needy eyes. I dragged my cock across her lips, and she opened for me. I shot the first spurt of cum before I was fully in her mouth. She traced her tongue down my shaft then clamped her lips around me. Her eyes were on me as I emptied myself down her throat.

It took me longer than it should have to notice the hand she’d buried between her thighs, her nimble fingers working her clit as she swallowed my cum. Her lips pursed around the last spurt and on a long moan, she came, her body shaking with the intensity of it.

I stayed in her mouth as long as I could, then made quick work of adjusting my clothing. I reached down to help her, but pulled back at the last second and watched her impassively.

She wasn’t wearing the same soft little smile anymore. There was a flush under her dark skin, her eyes wide with satisfaction and awe.

Longing too. I could see her desire as clearly as I would have heard her words. Her eyes asked, begged, me to kiss her. They pleaded for the tenderness that she didn’t deserve.

I stared at her, letting the unspoken question hang.

Seeing the exact moment she realized her pleas would go unanswered.

Waited for happiness when the flash of pain crossed her face.

She circled her lips into an O about to speak. Then she looked at my face, one that was expressionless if she were lucky, menacing if she wasn’t. She lowered her lids and stood up taller, trying to pretend I hadn’t seen the split second of sadness that had marred her features.

But I had seen it.

Had anticipated it.

The happiness didn’t come.

SIXTEEN

Simone

“Hi, Besnik,” I said when I finally gathered the nerve to leave the kitchen.

Rubin had left a half hour ago, and when I’d finally come back to myself, I’d gone back to finish my inventory. It irked me to leave a job undone, and I’d hoped for distraction.

There was no distraction to be had, especially not when I got to the peaches.

Dented cans stacked three high, each apparently stronger than a human skull. Not a factoid that would be useful in trivia, if trivia was even a thing anymore. But it was fact nonetheless. Some small, stupid part of me swooned at the thought of Rubin protecting my honor, being offended enough to kill over words I hadn’t paid any attention to. The bigger, slightly more intelligent part knew the truth.

Rubin had killed Davis for his own reasons that had nothing to do with me.

Rubin had killed Davis because Rubin was a killer.

I’d known that. Had even seen it once before, but had let it pass over me like nothing, unwilling to let something as mundane as the truth topple the little life I’d built. There was no overlooking it now, and so I didn’t. Just waited for the horror to arrive, for the bile to burn my throat, waited for the regret and sadness that a decent woman would feel.

No matter how long I stared at those peaches, it didn’t come.

I wrote 6 in the peaches column on my inventory and moved to the next shelf. And tried to pretend that I’d given Davis’s brains spilling onto the floor more than a passing thought instead of accepting all I could think of was Rubin. His fingers gripping my hips, the taste of his cum on my tongue.

How badly I wanted him again.