Bloody Heart (Brutal Birthright #4) - Sophie Lark Page 0,84
We unleash our darkest and wildest desires, without shame or judgment. We can fuck with violence or tenderness, aggression or care, and it’s never misunderstood. It only brings us closer.
I’ve never felt closer to her than I do at this moment. She’s the other part of me. I’ve been wandering around for nine years with only half my soul. I never thought I’d be whole again.
I kiss her, loving the way she tastes even right now, both of us still messy and sleepy. We haven’t showered, but it doesn’t matter. I love the smell of her sweat and her skin.
I fuck her slowly, my body pressed tight against hers. I can feel her clit rubbing against my lower belly, right above my cock. I spread her thighs and fuck her even deeper and tighter, until she starts to cum. She clings to me, her pussy pulsing and squeezing around my cock.
I don’t have to hold back this time. I can cum whenever I want. So I let go, too, blowing right inside that warm, wet pussy that squeezes me tighter than any glove. Tighter even than a hand wrapped around my shaft. I deposit my load deep inside of her, and then I keep thrusting a few more times, because I love the feel of that extra wetness inside of her.
I don’t pull out. I want to stay connected to her like this for as long as possible.
We lay there in the sunshine and doze a while.
Then, finally, Simone gets up to pee.
I turn the shower on, so we can clean ourselves up.
As soon as Simone steps inside the shower, I start soaping her down, inch by inch. I wash her hair, massaging her scalp with my fingers. She leans against me, still limp from the night before.
“We never actually talked about what Kenwood said,” I say.
“Right . . .” Simone lets out a long sigh, I think from how good the scalp massage feels, not anything to do with Kenwood. “He said he didn’t hire anyone to kill my father.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I don’t know . . . He didn’t sound like he was lying.”
“Liars never do.”
“Well . . .” Simone shifts uncomfortably. “He said he made a deal with my father. He said Tata destroyed evidence in return for Kenwood giving him a tip-off on a different sex ring.”
“Hm.” I think that over. “It’s possible. But that doesn’t mean Kenwood has no grudge against your father.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Simone says miserably.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just . . . my father is always so black and white. So rigid in his morals. The idea that he’d make a deal with a man like that . . .”
“Everyone does,” I tell her.
“You said that a long time ago. But I didn’t believe you then.”
“Look,” I say, “everyone wishes they could get things done without compromises or ugliness. But sometimes you have to work with enemies as well as with friends.”
Simone is quiet for a minute, while I rinse the soap out of her hair. Finally she says, “Let’s assume Kenwood was telling the truth. If he didn’t hire the sniper, then who did?”
“I have no fucking clue,” I say. “I stole one of Kenwood’s hard drives, though. Maybe that has something on it.”
After we’ve finished cleaning off, Simone orders breakfast up to the room, and I run downstairs to the hotel gift shop. Simone’s dress is still torn, so she doesn’t have anything to wear.
I buy her one of those “I Heart Chicago” t-shirts, plus a pair of sweat shorts and some flip-flops.
When I get back up to the room, Simone is already pouring our coffee, making mine with cream and no sugar, just the way I like. She changes out of her robe into the clothes. The shorts and the oversized t-shirt make her look almost like a teenager again, especially with her face clean of makeup, and her damp hair twisted up in a bun, with little curls escaping all around. She sits like a teenager in her chair, with one knee tucked up by her chest and the other bare foot dangling down.
It makes my heart squeeze in my chest, seeing her just the way she used to look.
I can’t believe how happy I feel, sitting here with her, eating our toast together in the sunshine. It scares me. I’m afraid to get comfortable, to believe in this. I can’t help thinking that something is going to happen to rip it all away again.