Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Her orgasm is so slick and whiny and filthy, I have no choice but to pop off myself, giving her eight ferocious pounds against the wall and letting my lust loose, grunting like the beast I am every time another thick, piping hot spurt finds its mark, deep, deep in her incredible body, my right hand around her throat, choking her while she gets off, her thighs open wide like a dirty brat, hips tilted so she can rub her clit on me and make the most of her climax, using my overflowing come to grease her wheels.
“Good girl. Make a mess on the fucking ground.” I grip her jaw hard, surging my cock in one final time, emptying the last drops remaining in my balls. “Let everyone look at that wet spot in the morning and know someone got railed good and hard right here.” I lick the side of her face crudely and she moans, turning her face eagerly into my tongue, because she’s my perfect counterpoint. “They won’t know the half of how good it is, though, will they? No one knows but us. There’s no one but us, Meg.”
“No one but us,” she whispers, turning to face me.
Throwing herself into my arms, letting me lift her. Hold her nude and sated body against mine like the world is ending, rocking and muttering words of love with my heart packed in my throat. And then I feel her tears in my neck.
“Koen, I have to tell you something.”
11
Meg
Koen watches me in stony silence while I quickly get dressed, my heart pumping twice as fast as usual. This is the moment. I must confess my ulterior motive for appearing in his life so suddenly. I’ve never felt closer or more connected to anyone on this earth and the omission is eating me alive from the inside.
Am I a little scared?
Yes. Scared that he’ll cut me off. Scared he won’t think my love is as pure and real as it is. But I’m not scared he’ll hurt me. Not physically, anyway.
“What is it, Meg?” He finishes zipping up his pants, straightening his shirt. “What do you need to tell me? If it’s important enough to make you cry, I need to know now.”
My skin is sensitive with pinpricks, my chest developing a wheezy sensation. “Um.” I squeeze my fingers together. “I’ll start from the beginning. A few days ago, a woman arrived at the door of my house while I was trying to get my brothers and sisters ready for school. I didn’t know this woman. Never seen her before. But, um…” I take a bracing breath. “She told me my father owed her a debt. A very significant one. And she was there to collect it.”
Koen turns eerily still.
He watches me without blinking. Without breathing.
“My father has a lot of problems, you see. With drinking and gambling. It’s why my mother left. It’s why I have to work so much to support everyone.” He still hasn’t moved, but the quality of his gaze has turned lethal and I start to shake. “This woman—”
“What did she say to you?” he asks, silkily.
“I’m getting to that.” I press a hand to my hollow stomach. “I’m scared.”
“Why?”
Some of the moisture in my eyes spills over and tracks down my cheeks, but I don’t have the arm strength to wipe it away. “She told me I had one week to convince you to come back to work for her or—”
“She did what?” He stares off into the distance now, as if piecing together the last few days, recalling every second. “You weren’t on my beach by coincidence.”
“No,” I whisper, adding, “Well, the drowning was real.”
But he doesn’t laugh.
No, nothing about this is the least bit amusing to him and I can only tremble harder when all ten of his fingers stretch at his sides, as if they want to wrap around someone’s throat. Mine? He’s looking right at me and there’s a deranged facet of his expression I haven’t seen before. Somehow, I know this is how he appeared when he killed the man for looking at me in the office building. This is Koen, the killer.
“I love you,” I breathe, winded. “I fell in love with you.”
“Earlier, when you said you would stay with me even if I went back to work as a hit man…” He walks toward me slowly, those long fingers flexing at his sides. “You were still trying to play your angle?”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. My brothers and sisters are at stake, Koen.” I realize I’m backing away from him, my knees wobbling more and more with every second that passes. So badly that I fall into a kneel in front of him, my hands automatically lifting in prayer. It’s this beggar’s position that makes me realize I need to be terrified right now. I’ve betrayed a very dangerous man and he’s angry with me, looming above me with his hands prepared to strangle a throat. This is worst-case scenario. “If you see fit to kill me, I’m begging you to please help them. Please don’t let her hurt them.”