Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
He goes peacefully. So peacefully that his last breath is more than he deserves. It will be more than I deserve when I die too. We shouldn’t have that luxury considering what we do for a living. We aren’t that lucky. Unable to move, I stay seated for hours watching him. His body is here, but nothing’s happening. No one disturbs me. No one even bothers telling me to leave.
It’s midnight by the time I finally hear the door creak open. A small hand touches my shoulder, and when I turn to see who it is, a small breath leaves me.
“I’m sorry,” is all Saskia says. I stand without wanting to, and her small little body comes to touch mine. Her tiny hands circle around my back, clinging to me like it’s her that needs me, not me that needs her. “Quinn called,” is all she says into my chest.
Quinn, he likes her. More so than he likes Livia, that’s for sure.
A nurse pops her head in and before she can say anything, I nod my head. It’s time I left. His body is not mine to take home. Pulling away from her, she puts her small delicate hand in mine, and we walk out of the room until we reach the elevator. I don’t want to take it, so I pull the door next to it to take the stairs and start walking up. She doesn’t say a word as I pull her with me until we open the door where a helipad is located, and we meet the night sky.
A single drop of rain falls on her nose. She looks up to the night sky, and I want to get lost in her. She’s my end, my middle, and my beginning. But in another life. Not this life. So right now, as the clock strikes midnight, I’ll take her as she is. I’ll have her as if she’s the last step and breath I’ll take. When she looks to me, those eyes that hold so much just as mine do when she looks into them, freeze. She doesn’t blink or say a word. Saskia steps up on her tippy toes and reaches her lips to mine. She knows what I want without me saying it. Her. Right now. In this moment. No matter the hurt or consequence that follow this, I want her.
Her soft cherry lips touch mine, and taste like rain and cherries. She tastes like Barbie. My Barbie. Her hands comb through my hair, her lips move against mine as I pick her up, so she’s level with me. She does everything I want without me having to speak it. She moans into my mouth. My hands touch all of her body while stepping backward until I reach the edge. Placing her on it, she clings to me as I push back to see her. She is my favorite thing to see, to feel, and to touch. It’s why I didn’t kill her instead of him. She’ll be the death of me. Of this, I’m sure, unless I can get away from her. Even then I’m afraid somehow I’ll find my way back to her.
She’s that never-ending love.
That uncontrollable fascination.
It hasn’t died and it probably never will.
I’m afraid I’ll love her even when I shouldn’t. I’m afraid I’ll want her even when I can’t have her.
Letting her go, she sits on the edge of the building, not a trace of fear in her eyes as she watches me. She trusts me with her life. If I were a bad man, I’d push her right now over the edge, and that would be the end of it. It would end so many struggles. It would make my life easier. To not want her so damn fucking much.
Instead, I remove my shirt, followed by loosening my trousers so I can remove my cock. She pulls open her wrap dress, revealing everything underneath. The front is open, and nothing’s on underneath it. Her hands keep her steady, as I move toward her. My hands touch her breast, her small yet perfect breast. I palm one of them, then lean down to put one in my mouth. She moans as I do, and then I pinch her other nipple with my fingers.
“I’m going to fuck you like an animal.”
She stands, slides her dress off and bends over. Slapping her ass, her head hangs off the side of the building as I push inside of her. Taking what’s rightfully mine, for tonight at least.
My hand grabs hold of her hair, twisting in my fist so I have full control, then slam her back to me. Her pussy clenches around me, making me wonder why I fuck anyone else but her. Her cunt was made for my cock. We fit so effortlessly. It’s almost better than perfect.