“Wrong answer, love,” he says before throwing me on my back again. I have a split second to blink in confusion before my moan fills the room when he shoulders my thighs apart, opens my core with his thumbs, and enters me with his tongue, swirling it inside me before licking me from top to bottom, sucking on my clit with his two fingers slipping inside me as he speaks over my skin. “What do you want, Phoenix?” Vibrations spiral through me, and I close my eyes, enjoying every swipe of his tongue that sends me flying high in the sky. Pleasure spreads through me in waves, buzzing with familiar excitement, and I place my foot on his shoulder, opening myself up for him. I bite my lip when his fingers go deeper and deeper, driving me insane.
Only to gasp when he bites my lips then soothes them with a few licks, and he repeats the damned question again. “What do you want, Phoenix?”
My hands grip his hair, ready to grind on him if I need to… only to almost cry in agony when his fingers leave me and he swipes his tongue back and forth before dragging it once again over my stomach to my collarbone until his hot breath is on me. Then he hovers above me, the sheets under me soaked in sweat while he looks at me expectantly.
I can barely function with this overpowering craving that needs an outlet. I can barely think clearly about what he wants, but I do understand he will deny our satisfaction until I give him the answer he desires.
I open my mouth to say “to fuck me” again, and that’s when the bulb flashes in my mind, the answer becoming so clear in my head I’m surprised I didn't get it sooner.
Holding his stare with mine, I circle his neck, bringing him closer to me until my lips touch his ear, and I whisper to him, “Make love to me, Zach.” His fingers bruise my hips when he settles between them and slams into me, making me cry out. My scream reverberates around the room, and my nails scratch his back.
His hard cock stretches my pussy that clenches around him, awakening every nerve in my body as he pushes deeper and deeper and then moves back, only to thrust into me again, rooting inside me over and over again as my body welcomes every jerk of his hips.
The moonlight streams from the open window, the only source of light as our breathing and groans fill the space joined by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as he moves inside me. His mouth plants hickeys all over my neck before he finds my mouth, giving me a passionate kiss as we taste each other with our tongues. We both moan as he pushes in and out, with each stroke going farther and farther, even if there is no farther to go.
My skin is so tight against me; my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen while my body can barely stand the onslaught of emotions hitting me from every direction. Yet I wrap my limbs around him tighter, needing to feel this connection to him, and enjoy every second of this sweet torture.
I gasp, arching my neck and resting my head on the pillow as Zach laves my breast, his movements speeding up with each thrust, bringing me closer to the brink, his every action sending me into a spiral of sensations that only he evokes in me.
This man.
The man who I hate and love so much it borders on insanity, but I don't mind as long as he shares this madness with me.
My pussy clamps over him tighter and tighter until he hikes my legs over his hip higher and starts to give me faster thrusts, one after another. I feel the hot flash travel all over me before it hits me full force, sending me flying over the edge with thousands of sensations breaking goose bumps on my skin.
I cry out, my nails probably drawing blood from how hard they sink into his skin, all while he powers into me, his body tense and his cock jerking inside me so I know he is close.
I lie back breathlessly, letting him use my body for his pleasure. He speeds up his pace once again, entering me faster and faster.
In and out.
In and out.
And then he groans above me, spilling inside me, and I feel the hotness of it between my thighs, my eyes widening at the implication of it.
No condom this time.
He rests his head in the crook of my neck, grunting, “I’m clean.” Not that I doubted it really, and I hug him closer, enjoying our mutual scents floating in the air that attest to what just happened here.
In the next second, he rolls on his back, dragging me with him, our bodies still connected, and he palms my head, planting a soft kiss on my forehead that I can never mistake for anything else.
Love.
“I love you, Phoenix.”
“I love you too, Zach.”
Tonight, I’ve made a choice.
And no matter how wrong it is… never has a choice in my life seemed more right.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Serial killers.
Two words that have such a hideous meaning.
They describe people capable of murder in any shape or form as long as it fits their sadistic desires.
Remorse, mercy, compassion… these words mean nothing to them, so they have no idea how much pain they bring.
In their heads, whatever they do is justified for the horrendous things done to them in the past.
The tricky thing?
No matter how much they kill… they can never outrun their memories and voices that whisper to them about their incompetence.
Whenever we hear about those people… we imagine someone far away, living like a hermit, hiding from the sun, and thriving in the night where no one can see them.
Sometimes though…
Serial killers are the people closest to us, those we never expect to turn their backs on us.
And in such…
They are one of the most dangerous creatures of their kind.
Because you can never predict their next move.”
Phoenix
Phoenix
Emmaline gasps, gluing her nose to the plane’s window, and taps on it, exclaiming loudly, “Phoenix, look! It’s the ocean!” A smile spreads on her lips, and she sighs in happiness. “I can’t wait to swim in it!”
I lean closer to her, since we both are sitting next to each other inside the private plane that belongs to the Kings.
Luxurious doesn’t even do it justice. The expensive, polished-oak furniture is situated so that the streaming sunlight showcases the vibrant colors in all their glory. A well-stocked mini bar is neatly tucked into a corner.
Six chairs, situated in pairs, are far enough apart to provide enough space to recline them flat to sleep during a long flight or just to lounge comfortably. The carpet-covered floor is a brilliant white, and the flight attendant’s shoes are soundless as she comes every twenty minutes to check on us and ask if we would like something to eat or drink.
There is even a separate room with a bed and a shower, and my cheeks heat up remembering Zach’s whisper in my ear earlier.
“If it weren’t for our daughter and her nanny, I would have locked us in here, where I could fuck you for hours in the air. Would you have liked that? Joining the mile-high club?”
I catch Zachary’s stare in a seat across from of us, and the small smirk flashing on his mouth lets me know he is aware of exactly where my mind went.
Nudging his leg a little with my foot, I mouth, Stop it, before addressing Emmaline. “I know, sweetie, it’s beautiful.” I lightly run my hand over her head, and she turns to me, leaning into my touch, and once again my heart flips inside me, but this time with warmth spreading through me in such strong waves I sometimes think I might combust from the depth of my emotional reaction.