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“I do trust you, Hammond. See, that’s the thing: I trust you more than I’d like to admit, even to myself. Don’t mistake familiarity for security. That’s what you told me, right?”
Remember that time when you approached a girl with a cane, pretending you were blind and fucking lost? Yeah, I would have helped you too. I. Trust. You.”
Robbie doesn’t look at me again, doesn’t say another word. Somehow, that hurts even more.
“Monster or no monster, you still deserve to have someone in your corner. It’s been a damn honor to be that person. I know you don’t see it. You’re too focused on the wrongs you’ve done, but you’ve come a long way since I first met
that young man who’d unleashed his inner pain on the world. Something had to give, Hammond. No one can suffer and not crack under pressure. It was bound to happen sooner or later.”
“Nothing excuses what you did to those women. I’m not trying to justify your actions, but I am telling you that you deserve a fucking break from your own mind. Yes, we’re twenty years too late, but that kid you once were, that kid deserved someone to show him some fucking forgiveness for what was to come. I am here, rooting for that child. Maybe I’m too late, but I’m holding young ...
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And I want this woman. I want her so badly, every nerve ending in my body vibrates. She’s inside my veins, Needham.”
“She’s in here, driving me fucking crazy. There’s nothing I won’t do. No lengths I won’t go… I will make her mine.”
“It’s good to see your fire again, Hammond. She’s bringing...
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Want me to give you the best blow job of your life or not? The clock is ticking.”
DEAD
He shoves my skirt up to my waist and growls low in his throat. So…I didn’t put on panties this morning. “Fuck me,” he whispers, wrenching my quivering thighs apart and staring at my pussy. “You’re going to be the death of me…” “You’re the killer here, Robbie. So ruin me.”
“I trust you, Robbie. Touch me.” “Rule number seven…” His gruff voice whispers over my clit. “Don’t ever trust a condemned killer.” He nips my clit with his teeth, causing me to arch off the table and moan loud enough to be heard outside. It’s a surprise the officer doesn’t storm the room.
Robbie covers my cunt with his hot mouth, then proceeds to lick and suck until I’m shaking and shivering beneath his skilled hands and tongue. His fingers nip my thighs as he grips me tight. I truly am his last meal.
lapping up the juices that drip from me, and he groans deeply, whispering, “Fucking perfect.” “Robbie,” I moan, reaching down to pull his hair. “Fuck, more… Please, Robbie.” “Keep moaning my name like that, baby.” He spreads my pussy lips apart with two fingers to reveal my swollen clit.
I need him inside me, on top of me, every-fucking-where. “Robbie, please.” Sucking my pulsing clit between his soft lips, he shoves two fingers inside me and curls them just right, his beard scratching my thighs deliciously. I see flashing stars and a strangled moan scratches my throat.
He’s not gentle at all, and I love that. Beneath me, the hard surface rubs my back as he fucks me almost brutally with his thick digits to the soundtrack of my wet pussy. “Fucking mine,” he growls in a tone that drips with raw possessiveness.
I’ll explode into a million fragmented pieces, like a star-filled sky on a cold winter’s night. “Oh, God, yes!” I whimper, trapping his head with my thighs.
“There’s no God within these walls, Savannah. It’s just me, eating your soaking little pussy.”
Heheh
“And let me tell you, it’s the best meal I’ve ever fucking had.” Two fingers become three. I tighten around him while every muscle in my body tenses. The pleasure builds. I can’t breathe. I’m strung so tight.
“Come for me, Savannah. Be a good girl and give me that orgasm.” I explode.
“You’re mine. Make no fucking mistake. You have a choice to make, Savannah.”
“When you live in this place for long enough, you learn that favors don’t come cheap. Now…”
“If you let him touch you, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next. I already have a death sentence hanging over my head, and they can’t kill me twice.”
“Touch him, and he dies. The choice is yours. Unless”—a
“you want me to kill him. Trust me, baby. It’ll be my pleasure.”
“You have a choice, ma’am. I’ll gladly burn the world down for you. And I will, without a second’s hesitation. Now, the question is, do you want to burn it to the ground?”
“I’ll do one worse, sweetheart.” His eyes clash with mine. “Not only will the interviews stop, but I’ll throw Hammond into solitary for the remainder of his pathetic little life. Is that what you want? To see him robbed of his daily hour of recreation in the yard? Locked away in a padded, dark room with no windows until we shoot his veins full of poison?”
“You’re a monster.”
“It should be you in that cell.” “It’s time to stop talking, beautiful. Let’s put that pretty mouth to better use.” “You deserve to die.”
His palm flies out and connects with my cheek in a hard blow.
“Is he dead enough for you, baby?” Robbie asks, his face covered in blood, like my favorite nightmare brought to life.
“Not quite.” “No?” Robbie’s eyes twinkle with amusement.
He stomps and stomps and fucking stomps, watching me finger myself. “Don’t you dare come, baby. Your climax is mine when I’ve severed this head.”
“Didn’t I tell you I’d offer you the world, Savannah?”
fucking perfect,” he growls in between kisses, massaging my tongue with his. We’re a clash of teeth and heavy breaths, tearing at each other’s clothes. “I need to be inside you now.” “Fuck me, Robbie. I’m yours.”
he grabs my throat and rubs the crown of his cock over my clit and through my slit. He presses forward, and I dig my nails into his shoulders. The delicious burn steals my breath as he breaches my entrance. I look him in the eye, seeing my own desire reflected there—the raw need that pulses between us. His lips slam against mine, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with mine. He sucks it, then laps at me with delicious strokes until I’m lightheaded. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself to the hilt. He’s so big. So very fucking big, stretching me to my limit.
“You’re such a good little whore, aren’t you, baby? Taking my dick like you were made to be fucked to within an inch of your life.” My pulse thuds everywhere. I stare into his eyes as he leans back and gives another hard thrust that makes my back slide against the concrete wall.
“You want to breathe, Savannah? You want to survive me? Then come. You’ll either strangle my dick with your cunt or die. I’m not allowing you another single breath until you come all over my cock, like my own perfect little slut.”
“What’s it going to be, baby? Live or die? The choice is yours?” His voice rumbles around me like thunder.
“There’s my good girl,”
“Death tastes sweet, doesn’t it, baby? It’s you and me, Savannah. Together, we can be great.”
“You’re fucking perfect, baby. You did so well.”
“You like it down there, don’t you? On your knees with a cock down your throat.” His chuckle is cruel. “It’s been fun.”
Visions of Hammond’s smile flood my mind. I’m a lost cause, ready to die for a chance to see it again. To be graced with the rare dimple that has my heart skipping beats with joy. I bet few people make Hammond smile. Truly fucking smile. My thighs still sport a dusting of bruises from his tattooed fingers, now faded to a faint yellow. I’m falling hard. So very hard.
“Are you coming back to bed?” The knives behind me called me closer. My bare feet inched backward, sliding over the scratchy rug. Stab her. “Baby?” Since when did I replace Dad?
“Stop calling me that.” I curled my fingers around the edge of the counter behind me and closed my eyes. The voices grew louder, more insistent.
Miller strokes my hair away from my shoulder before cupping my chin. “You’re pretty when you cry.”
“It’s not all bad, sweetheart. I’m here to look after you.” “No…” The word dances on my lips, barely a broken whisper.
“Fucking look at me, whore. For every pathetic tear you cry, I’ll add on an extra day in solitary and take away a meal.”
“I’m yours.” “I will avenge you, baby. Just hold on a little bit longer.” I hush him, tracing his stubble, marveling at how my heart beats faster at the feel of it beneath his fingertips. My fingers skim his upper lip, and I flick my gaze up.
