Brutally Beautiful(102)

“No?” I asked breathlessly.

“No, I’m not letting you go. Ever. Tell me you want to stay; tell me the truth,” he growled, stilling his strokes. The head of his cock pressed slowly into the smooth wet flesh alongside my fingers, teasing me, making my belly tighten with hunger. Desire, lust so thick and real, engulfed me, pressing its thirsty claws against my flesh, squeezing the sweat from my pores.

The need crazed me. It was maddening, as frustration clawed between my thighs, my muscles aching for him to slam inside of me. “Yes! Kade, yes! I f*cking love the way you touch me. I love the way you want to protect me, and my God, Kade the way you look at me. I love the way it’s starting to feel between us, and if I stayed, then YES. Falling in love with you, Kade Grayson, would be quick, easy and so f*cking lethal for both of us. You can’t save me, Kade!”

“You’re staying, because you could save me,” he growled with a jagged whispered breath, sliding the head of his cock up and down my lips, making the ache savagely painful.

“He’s going to kill me!” I screamed, slicing through our hot heavy breaths with the serrated icy blade of reality.

“No.” His fingers dug deep into my flesh painfully, hard steel eyes fixed on mine. “I am,” he hissed, as he thrust savagely into me, giving my body what it wept for.





Chapter 16





The accident was brutal, but it had to be. Only something so bloody and devastatingly violent could count as the finale of her life. I wanted to give her an elegant death, but I also needed it quick and untraceable, so my violent imagination was rendered useless. I sat on my knees at the side of the road, Jen and me crying as we watched Deputy George and Deputy Bobby carry out the body bag that held the woman I had just began falling in love with.

Sickly blue lights rotated dimly in circles, reflecting their eerie deathly presence across the blacktop. Fiery colored road flares burned brightly, sputtering out their warning sparks of danger, leaving a strange chemical taste in my mouth. The scent of burnt metal, charred rubber and gasoline stung at my nose and eyes, making it easier for me to cry. Slick black streams of oil poured out from the main road and into a small ditch that held floating debris. A small lilac ribbon sailed on the surface, slowly spiraling in the thick current. She wore that same little bow the first time I laid eyes on her.

I reached down to keep it as a souvenir. Thick congealed oil coated my fingertips.

You could barely even tell what make of car it was or what color it had been, but you knew that Samantha Matthews was inside. I made sure of it.

The frigid January air burrowed its way into my clothing, seeped through my flesh and sank heavily into my bones. Deeply breathing in a lungful of the icy air sobered my nervousness, and the tears stung like icicles biting at my cheeks. I felt not one shred of guilt for what I had done to her. There would never be any regret in my actions and reasoning. I fought hard not to let her in, but she somehow soaked my soul with hers, leaving bruises and fingerprints, scars and open gaping holes that I knew would never heal. I would bleed her now.

Everyone thinks that men are the stronger sex, that women are weaker, the uncontrollable emotional and defenseless of the two. It’s a f*cking lie, isn’t it? The greatest lie of all mankind, because she gutted me, emptied me completely and I never even knew what had hit me. The only thing I knew was, I wasn’t letting anyone have her. No one would have her, no one but me. She burrowed under my skin, saturating my muscles and tendons, penetrating my blood cells and she became part of me.

My life flashed forward. Like a blunt cut scene of some horror movie with no slow progression to its next images. I found myself sitting in the hospital waiting room, Jen by my side, pale with swollen eyes from a torrent of tears. A large handful of deputies stood like centurions by the entrance, waiting and watching.