Arrows and Apologies (Monsters & Muses, #4)

by Sav R. Miller

Or maybe it’s because, deep down, part of me still hopes I can love him to recovery. That if I don’t give up on him, he won’t give up on life. On himself. I’m wrong, of course. So unbelievably fucking wrong. Some people just don’t want to be saved.

The sudden urge to push her against a wall and ruin both of our lives hits me like a brick, and if I weren’t already seated, the force would certainly double me over.

“You’re hardly in a position to be negotiating,” he says, voice thick. “Should I get on my knees then?” His free hand finds the button of my jeans, pushing it through the loop. Hooking a thumb in the waist, he gives a small shake of his head. “I’d much rather be on mine.”

“All night, I’ve imagined how you’d taste, little thief.” Another lick and the flat of his thumb follows. “Imagined what this view would look like. How it’d feel to worship a deviant.” I shudder. “And?” Teeth nick my clit again, causing me to cry out. “Fucking divine.” As he finishes his sentence, his tongue spears inside me.

“There it is,” he grunts, speaking directly into my pussy. “Give it to me, m’eudail. I want to see how bewitching you are when you come.”

“Innocent lassies don’t come all over the face of a man they don’t know. They don’t strip bare in an alley and spread their delicious thighs, and they certainly don’t ask the monster to fuck them.”

“And what would you have done if I came inside you? If I pumped your sweet cunt full of my cum? So full that she’d leak for a week, and you’d have to walk around with the reminder of how deliriously good I felt every damn day.”

The feminist in me is revolted by the notion, but a primal beast holds the reins of my sanity right now.

“What are the odds, little thief?”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow, boss?”

“Don’t even think about running, m’eudail, because I’ll hunt you down. You won’t enjoy the rush then.”

“Get it together, Cora. So what if he was a good fuck?”

“Just means you should fuck him again. See if the good sex was just a fluke.”

Because what else would the mayor of a corrupt town be, if not completely unhinged?

hips bucking in the air as release teases the edge

“A little trigger-happy, I see. Thought I asked you to wait for me to get back.”

“You did, and then I remembered I don’t work for you.”

It’s the kind of fire you smother. The kind others have tried. Me? I have no desire to put it out. I want to watch her burn.

“Come. Sit.”

“I’m not a fucking dog.”

“Here.”

“So if I slid my hand up, I wouldn’t find you soaked? Just for me?” “I don’t know if you noticed, but I am soaked. From the rain, Your Honor.”

“Arousal and water have entirely different textures.” “Yeah, I know how the human body works. Like I said, I’m not wet for you. Whatever attraction I had the night we met disappeared the second you softened inside me, so this whole complex you’ve got going on about being some sort of gift to humankind? Cut it out.”

“Not for me, hmm?” Shuddering, she shakes her head, dropping her hold on me. “Maybe I fucked someone else on my way in. Maybe you’re playing with his spunk, and you just think I’m turned on.”

Something angry pinches in my chest as the image of someone who isn’t me filling her up flashes across my mind.

“Maybe I should taste you and see,” I say, with...

I’ll fill her again. Push my cock inside her, drain myself dry so she leaks like a broken faucet.

“And for the record, Kade, call her a bitch or a slut again, and I swear, you’ll leave that hospital in a goddamn body bag.”

“Is it really appropriate for you to be in here?” He levels her with a look. “I’m not leaving.”

“Okay, well… I’m gonna go find Kallum. You two try not to kill each other, and you,” she says, pointing at me, “let me know if you need anything. Food, clothes, a woman’s touch…”

“I’d have courted you properly. Been a complete gentleman and taken you out for dinner, maybe dancing. I’d have learned your name, your birthday, the fact that you have a brother.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t haul you out of the gala myself. I’d have much rather taken you in the back seat of my Lexus with that little pink dress pushed up over your hips, so I could fuck you bare against the leather.”

“You’d whisper about how depraved and wrong it was, but your juicy cunt wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from squeezing the cum right out of me.”

“Well, that explains the piano and floor. And the wall in his office.”

“My son isn’t a very… colorful person. Well, he wasn’t, but recently he seems quite enamored with the hues of blue.”

“Shit, we didn’t disturb you, did we? Mr. Wolfe told us to be out by noon, but we wanted to get this part done, so we could pour concrete first thing in the morning.”

“What are you building?” “A pool.”

“I’ve never known the mayor to step foot in the water, but I guess there’s a first ...

“Murder often is confused for other things after all.”

“Frightened, m’eudail?”

“Is that why you ran?”

“Yes, it was enough, but I want more. Give me more, Alistair.”

“Why can’t you just admit you’re jealous?” “Because I’m not.”

“I am. The thought of you with anyone else makes me want to track down all your previous lovers, string them up like Christmas lights on the balcony outside, and fuck you underneath their corpses.”

“I’m not… jealous of Marshall. I just don’t like him.”

“If you want it rough, little thief, all you have to do is ask.”

“You want your reward? I want it worth my while, Your Honor.”

“God doesn’t get on his knees to worship,” I mutter against her, taking her clit between my teeth. “You’re in bed with the devil, m’eudail, and I don’t think he intends on letting you go.”

Pressing my lips together, I don’t reply because what am I supposed to tell her? That I’m completely enamored by her existence and there probably aren’t any lengths I wouldn’t go to, to make sure she’s comfortable? Right, I’m sure that wouldn’t terrify her.

“You’re building a pool.” I nod, threading my fingers through her hair. “Why?”