Chapter 48

"Sam—" My voice trembles at the sight of him. His hands are red. It stains his shirt where it must have splattered across him and where he tried to wipe his hands clean. His face is freckled with droplets of dried blood.

It"s fucking everywhere.

"Wh…where did you go?" I ask even though I'm terrified of the answer.

"It's not what you think, love." I shake my head as I pull the bloody shirt from my body. "I did this for you."

"For me?" My voice rises as he walks toward the bathroom as though he just returned from a late-night jog. "What the fuck did you do?"

Reaching into his pocket as he walks, he tosses something onto the bed and disappears into the bathroom. He turns on the water as I hesitate to reach for whatever is at the end of the bed.

Taking a deep breath, I reach down and wrap my hands around the cool metal. The moment I touch it, I know it is.

Adam's switchblade.

It's covered in dried blood. The same blood that Samuel is stained crimson with.

He killed him.

Sliding from the bed, I head into the bathroom and slip into the shower behind him. Wrapping my arms around him, I place my forehead against his back. "I'm sorry… I just…. I just thought…"

"I've told you, love." He turns to face me, and his hands slide along my jaw as he tips my face up to his. "You're all I need."

His lips crash into mine as he pulls my face into his. Parting my lips, his tongue darts between them and sweeps over mine, and he drags me under the stream of water with him. The droplets rain over us as he kisses me until I am beyond breathless.

The sins of the night trickle down our bodies, scarlet water swirling at our feet as he grips my thighs and drives me into the cool marble wall of the shower.

With one hand on my ass, he uses the other to align himself with my entrance. Driving into me with such force that I yelp, he laces his fingers around my throat.

"You." He slams into me and tightens his grip around my neck, repeating his motions with each subsequent word. "You. Are. It. For. Me."

As I struggle to breathe, he continues to thrust with brutal force. "All. I. Fucking. Want."

My nails claw at his back, and my thighs squeeze around his waist as he fucks me with animalistic need. Wave after wave of electricity surges through my body as he brings me over the edge.

"Sam," I cry out as he thrusts in deep, but it's a mere whisper through the vise around my neck.

Releasing my throat, he turns off the water. Still buried inside of me, he kisses across my breasts and up my neck before whispering, "I not fucking done with you yet, love."

His strong arms wrap firmly around me, and he plunders my mouth as he carries me to the bed. Laying me down gently, he slides in and out of me in slow, steady strokes before pulling himself from me.

Gripping my hands, he spins me on the bed until my head is hanging over the edge. He rubs the head of his cock against my lips and commands, "Open wide for me, love."

He taps the soft skin of the tip teasingly against my lips, and I dart out my tongue.

"Is this what you want?" He presses between my lips, and my tastebuds are flooded with the slight tang of my arousal as he slides over my tongue. "Show me how much you enjoy sucking the sweetness of your delicious cunt off my cock."

His hips thrust lightly, pushing his length repeatedly over my tongue as I hollow my cheeks and diligently suck every bit of my flavor from him.

Gripping beneath my chin, he tips my head further off the bed, allowing him to push into my throat with ease. He slides every inch down before stilling.

"Give me your hands," he commands as he pulls far enough from me that I can suck in a breath. Sliding back down my throat, he pulls my left hand behind his back. Leaning forward, and pushing in even deeper, he presses my other hand between my thighs and slides my fingers over my clit. "I want to watch you as I fuck your throat."

He begins slow, languid strokes over my tongue and down my throat, his eyes fixated on the fingers rubbing between my thighs. Rubbing over and around my already sensitive clit, I groan around him. In response, Samuel changes his pace. His strokes become faster and deeper.

My fingers rub diligently over my clit while he fucks my face, needing desperately to come.

"That's it," he encourages me, "show me how much you love it when I fucking use you. How much you love being my little fuck toy."

Adding his fingers to mine, we rub fervently at my clit as he rapidly fucks my throat. Blackness creeps over the edges of my vision as he deprives me of air and works me toward the edge.

My body explodes so hard that every muscle in my body convulses, and I scream around the cock buried in my throat.

"FUCK!" Samuel roars as he comes down my throat. Sliding himself from my mouth, he climbs onto the bed and pulls me to his chest. Holding me against him, he brushes the hair from my face as I slowly catch my breath.

"All I want, love." He softly kisses my forehead. "Forever."