Page 64 of Unmasking Her Shadow

“Hey!” She elbows me. “I could learn.”

“No. No, you couldn’t.”

She climbs in beside Emily. “I could be a detective, right?” she asks her friend.

“Absolutely!” she agrees and I roll my eyes, laughing to myself.

I need to work with her on that, though. I’m the only monster allowed hunting her down.

She connects her phone to the car, and Taylor Swift’s voice comes through the speakers. Ryker jerks his gaze towards me, and I shrug, turning up the volume for her. They dance in the backseat and sing along as if they are in a karaoke bar. I can’t help but laugh and watch them through the rearview mirror. My heart hurts when I have to say goodbye and watch her walk away, but knowing I get to see her tonight eases the ache a fraction.

“I thought I was in love before,” I state when we are driving again. “That wasn’t love. When Sam’s not with me, it’s like a piece of my soul is being pulled from my body in a desperate attempt to get back to her. It feels good and bad at the same time. While it hurts, it also makes me feel whole. It’s hard to explain. Missing her creates a pit in my stomach, but the thought of seeing her again has excitement thrumming through me and makes my body feel fuzzy. I’m a fucking mess, Ryk.”

“So…I’ll be your best man at your wedding, right?”

A laugh bubbles up my throat. “Yeah, bro. You’ll be my best man and maid of honor. Are you wearing a suit or a dress?”

“If you call me your maid of honor, I’ll quit.”

I slap him on the shoulder. “This will be you soon. Unless it already is, and you won’t tell me for some reason,” I tease.

“She’s crazy, Ki. But I’ll admit, it’s kind of thrilling. That’s all you are getting.”

It’s enough. For now.

When I’m finally off duty and on my bike, I have tunnel vision the whole way to her house. Nyx only growls slightly when I walk through the door. “I’m growing on you, demon,” I tell the black beast and attempt to pet her. She dodges my hand. I hear the shower running as I’m jogging up the stairs. She’s getting a shower without me. Little brat. I swing open the door and she screams, covering her breasts with one arm and her pussy with the other.

“Damn it, Kioni! You startle me every time.”

“Sorry, love, I figured you’d be used to it by now.”

Her lips twitch, and she drops her hands to give me the most perfect view. She melts the closer I get to her, and when I wrap my arms around her waist, she wraps hers around my neck and kisses me.

“You should be naked every time I come home,” I say, not necessarily joking. It would be nice. I reach around her to turn the water off, sneakily pulling out the handcuffs with the other. I click one around her wrist that’s still wrapped around my neck and swiftly turn her around, securing it to her other wrist. She yelps, and I position us in front of the mirror so she can watch herself and wishing I had the harness on so I could fuck her from behind and watch her tits bounce. Next time.

I wrap my hand around the front of her throat and massage her breasts with the other before continuing lower to her cunt that I know is already wet for me. I hum in approval against her ear when I discover just how wet. Her ass presses into me when I make a come hither motion, hitting her sweet spot. I fist the back of her hair and drag my teeth over her neck, biting her gently and quickening the speed of my fingers.

“You are such a needy little whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moans, her lips parted and her eyes heavy.

Her fingers explore my jeans, but I have a belt on, and she’s in handcuffs. She’s close. Her walls clench around my fingers, and I snake my hand back around her throat and cut off her air. Her orgasm ripples through her so beautifully.

“Look at yourself, Sam. Look how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

She forced her eyes to open, watching the last of her climax rush through her. When she slumps into me, I loosen my grip, allowing air to enter her lungs. I keep my hand loosely over her throat and the other around her middle, holding her until she catches her breath and can stand on steady legs.

I kiss her shoulder as I remove the handcuffs. She turns around and begins stripping me down, then pulls me into the shower with her. The water is already warm when she turns it on. She drops to her knees, and my heart feels like it may give out when she looks up at me through wet lashes. She doesn’t speak as she grabs my ankle and motions for me to rest my foot on the edge of the tub. The way she spreads my lips apart and spears me on her tongue while holding eye contact has me gripping the wall, the curtain rod, anything to keep myself from toppling over. The heat gathering between my legs is hotter than the water creating steam around us.

“Fuck,” I groan. “You feel so fucking good.”

I grasp her hair and she hums around my clit, causing my hips to snap forward, grinding against her tongue. She’s not gentle anymore. She devours me until I’m a blubbering mess, trying desperately to hold on to something.

“Goddamn, Sam. F-fuck.”

Unable to take it anymore, I force her head back, and the look on her face is one of pure triumph. Control is not something I have anymore with her. Never have I completely crumbled for anyone else. I drop to my knees and pull her lips to mine, licking myself off her tongue like a madwoman.

She fucking owns me.