Killer Crush

by Ella Goode

  Quinn grimaces, gnaws at the corner of her lip, and says, “I’m a virgin.”

  “Yeah. I figured. Your pussy is stressed right now.”

  A giggle escapes her lips. “Stressed?”

  “Stressed,” I affirm. “Your little kitty isn’t sure it wants to be invaded.”

  “Oh, she wants it.” Quinn lifts her sock-covered heels and presses them against my ass. “Are you going to make me beg for it?”

  My dick twitches at that idea. “I mean, is that an option?”

  The giggle turns into a full-fledged laugh. “Does begging turn you on?” She grins.

  “I don’t know. We should test it out.” I press forward and her body relaxes slightly, accepting another inch of my hard shaft.

  Her laughter turns into a moan and her finger comes up to press against my lips again. “Another time.” She wriggles her hips and I slide further in. “For now, you have to pop my cherry.”

  The words are hardly dirty. They’re like her bare legs—sexy but nothing that should have my tongue on the floor and my cum ready to burst out of me, but my body doesn’t know those rules. All I know is that my cock is inside a place no one has ever been. She’s never spread her legs for another guy. She’s never had a tongue against her cunt. She’s never had a cock inside her pussy. It’s new territory and I’m the only one who’s navigating it. I slide a hand under her ass and press inside until my balls are banging against her ass. Her eyes flutter and her breath comes in short, raspy pants.

  I take her chin in my hand. “Quinn.” I wait until her gaze connects to mine. “You’re mine now. You gave yourself to me and I’m the only one who will ever touch you from now on. If anyone comes between us, anyone, whether it’s your friend or your love or your mother, I’ll kill them.”

  Her lips curve up at the corners and her arms wend their way around my neck. “Then claim me. I’m yours.”

  I start moving, slowly at first, trying to make sure she adjusts and then, when she’s wetter and hotter than anything in existence, I let go of my self-control. Planting a foot on the floor for leverage, I fuck her virgin pussy. She grips me hard, her fingernails scoring my back. The pain only excites me and I drive into her harder.

  “Say it back to me,” I growl. “Claim me and promise to destroy anyone who comes between us.”

  “I swear it,” she cries. “I’ll never let anyone come between us. You’re mine.”

  I come then. The orgasm shoots through my body like a bullet in a chamber. Her words are the tinder to the spark of my desire. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, but I don’t want to. My orgasm seems endless. I could fuck her forever. My dick doesn’t soften even after the last of my sperm jets out of me. I keep fucking her, stroking her with my steel shaft. “Come for me,” I order. I say it again but this time it’s a plea. She needs to feel what I felt. I reach down between us and rub that little clit until she arches her back and lets out a cry that rings in my ears.

  She comes then and I feel her walls convulse around my dick. There are so many fucking nerve endings there and each one of them is alive and awake. I close my eyes and let her orgasm push me over the edge once again. I fill her pussy with my seed. I could be impregnating her. I could be creating life. I woke up this morning and was Daman Jones but I have been reborn into Quinn’s man. I’ll never leave her side. I’ll never stop loving her. It’s forever now.

  Chapter Twelve

  Quinn

  I sit on top of Daman with his cock deep inside of me. I don’t know how I still have the energy to move. I lost count of how many times we went at it last night. We tried to move from the sofa to my bedroom, Daman not wanting Trin to come home and see me naked. I didn't break it to him that living with another girl and sharing a bathroom had that ship sailing a long time ago. Before I could say anything, I ended up pinned to the wall for another round.

  Somehow we finally made it to my bed, where again we couldn't keep our hands off one another. I don’t know what is wrong with us. I think we have a problem. This sex thing is addictive. No, it’s Daman that’s addictive. The possessive words he says to me along with how he works my body has me craving more. At times his words sounded dark but were also laced with sweetness. It wasn’t a darkness that I was afraid of or one that would hurt me. It stirred something inside of me that I never knew was there.

  Now I’m awake and can’t seem to help myself when I feel his hard cock digging into my back. I roll over, kissing him before pushing him to his back. I climb on top of him to get exactly what I want. I don’t need energy because he is the one in control. I might be over him but his fingers dig into my hips as he moves me up and down his cock. My clit rubs against him at the same time, giving me the friction I need.

  I’m tender but the pleasure far outweighs any pain. There is no question there. My orgasm is already building as my nails dig into his chest.

  “Babe,” he calls me. He can make the sweetest words come out sounding as though they’re an order. That, too, turns me on. Everything he says does. I throw my head back, coming while crying out his name. He rolls us, my back hitting the bed as he keeps on thrusting. A moment later I feel his warm release deep inside of me. His mouth comes to mine, taking it in a kiss. One that’s like everything else about him: sweet but possessive. Dark but gentle. One that lets me know that he is mine and I am his.

  I smile up at him as he pulls back from this kiss. “Your lips are swollen. Did I hurt them?” His fingertips lightly brush over them.

  “No.” I giggle, licking them. “Yours are, too. Did I hurt you?”

  “Never.” He pulls back, his cock slipping free. I let out a small gasp. We might have pushed it this last time. Okay, I might have pushed it. He told me after the last bout of sex in the middle of the night that we should let my body rest. I knew when I climbed on top of him he wouldn't tell me no.

  “Quinn.” His face looks pained as he says my name.

  “I’m fine. I just need a warm shower. A bath would be better but we don’t have one of those.” He stands from the bed in all his naked glory. The man is no stranger to working out, that’s for sure.

  “You must work out a lot.” My eyes roam over his body. I sit up, knowing I probably look a mess. Daman can’t keep his hands out of my hair.

  “Yes,” he answers simply before dropping to his knees on the side of the bed. He grabs my ankles, pulling me closer to him. I’m sure he’s about to bury his face between my legs, but he pulls my socks off tossing them away. I watch as he kisses each of my toes, making me giggle.

  “I’m ticklish.” I try and wiggle away from him.

  “I was only taking them off so you could shower.” He lets go of my feet. I sit back up.

  “I’d invite you to shower with me but you and I will never fit in my shower together.” I laugh. What a bummer that is. But I also know if he comes in the shower with me that it won’t be a therapeutic one. We’d be all over each other, so it’s best he stays out here.

  “You shower. I’ll get dressed and we can go to my place. I have a bathtub there.”

  “Food too. You have to feed me.” I throw myself back on the bed, pretending I’m dying.

  “Are you that hungry?” Daman’s face grows serious.

  “I’m always hungry.” I hold my arm out. He takes my hand, pulling me from the bed. “I’m also dramatic about food.” I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. Still he has to lean down to let me. “I’ll be quick.” I dart off toward my bedroom door, already halfway to it when he’s shouting that I’m naked. It’s too late. I’m already in the bathroom.

  I don’t waste any time getting in and out, pulling my hair up so it doesn't get wet. For once I can say I’m moving fast because I want to get to something other than food. Daman. It’s silly because I know we’re spending the day together. He’s not even ten feet from me and I miss him. I grab a towel as I venture back to my room. Daman is standing in the center of it fully dressed. He walks over, shutting my bedroom door.

  “You shou
ldn't run around naked unless it’s only you and me.”

  “Okay.” I walk over to my dresser. He’s not demanding I do it but more asking. It makes me think of all those things he said last night about claiming me. I realize that when he said that I am now his and he is mine that those words weren’t only in the heat of the moment.

  “Trin might not be here. She is always coming and going.” I find a bra and panties, wishing I had something sexier to put on but to be honest, I don’t think we need anything sexier around here. We need the exact opposite.

  “She came in at two-thirty-four this morning.” I drop my towel, looking over at him. He watches me as I pull on the panties and bra. I fight a smirk because I can tell he’s trying to control himself from coming over and likely tossing me back onto the bed.

  “That is a very precise time you have there.” Next, I find a pair of jeans and a hoodie, slipping them both on before grabbing my socks and comfy boots. I’m not sure what we are doing today but I’m going with comfy clothes.

  “I’m always precise.” Must be nice.

  “I’m forgetful. It’s why I always make a list and notes.” I point to all the post-its stuck to the mirror over my dresser. “My dad says I get lost in my head sometimes.” I look over at the clock. “Oh shit. I was supposed to call him this morning!” I look around for my phone. “Where is my phone?”

  “I’ll get it for you.” He turns, leaving my room and returning a few moments later with it. I reach for it but he puts it behind his back. “I’ll give it to you but there’s a price.”

  I lick my lips, already anticipating the kiss I know I’ll have to pay. I watch his eyes heat.

  “I don’t have any money. I’m just a poor college student.” I bat my eyelashes at him.

  “I’ll take a kiss for now but I’ll expect full payment later.”

  I giggle as his mouth meets mine. Daman breaks the kiss before we get out of hand. I sigh, knowing that it means I’ll have to call my father.

  “Sorry. My dad is, well...” I cringe because I’m not sure how to explain him. I don’t get him most of the time. “A little overbearing.”

  “You don’t like this?” He folds his arms over his chest.

  “He’s my dad.” I shrug. What could I really do about it? I hit the call button on the phone. My luck, this is the one time he picks up.

  “Quinn. How are you this morning?”

  “I’m good. You?” I feel like all our conversations are mostly the same, unless he’s gotten one of my grade cards, then he’ll talk briefly about my classes.

  “I’m at the office already.” Of course he is. It’s Saturday and he basically lives there. “What are your plans today?”

  “Oh. You know, the usual, lie around and study. I should go to the food store at some point also.” I peek over at Daman, who is watching me. He winces a little at my lie. What did he want me to tell my dad, that I planned to try and get him to cave on the whole giving my vagina a break thing?

  “This is why you should have stayed at the college near home. The housekeeper always keeps things stocked.” Yes, Julie always does. I try not to roll my eyes that he doesn't know her name after all the years that she’s worked for him.

  “Have to grow up sometime.” More like I need to get out from being under his thumb all the time. How someone could be overbearing but also never around is so mind boggling, but my dad is a master of it.

  “I’m not going to argue about this with you right now. I have a meeting in ten minutes because I am a grown up.” The call ends. Lovely. I turn to look at Daman, who looks as happy as my dad sounded.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Daman

  She lied to her dad about me. I mean, I guess I would’ve lied about me if I were in her shoes, too, but it stings because, as far as she knows, I’m just another student here, not a retired hitman. Maybe there’s some other reason that I’m not parent worthy. Do I smell? I showered this morning and haven’t done anything that’s too strenuous. I raise my arm slightly and sniff. I still smell like soap. It must be something else. I’ll have to figure it out later. I pocket my keys and give her a nod.

  “You ready, babe?”

  “Yeah. Let me get a coat.”

  “You cold all the time?” She’s got a hoodie on. Another layer and she might start sweating. I would.

  “I guess? Or maybe it’s just that I‘d rather be too hot than too cold?” She mock shivers, rubbing her hands along her upper arms.

  I frown. I can’t kill the wind or force the sun to come out more often, which sucks, but there are limits to what a hitman can accomplish. I guess I’m buying her a hundred coats when I get to my computer. I adjust my glasses.

  We don’t talk as we leave. I’m not sure what to say. Small talk has never been my thing. I’m trained in different stuff like hiding, lurking, figuring out if the south breeze is going to affect my shot—that sort of shit. I don’t mind the silence either. It’s always been a companion of mine. I don’t know if it’s the same for Quinn, though. I peak at her face to see if I can gauge her feelings. There’s a slight crease between her brows and the corners of her lips are turned down. Is it her dad? Is it me? I have to forcibly stop from smelling myself again.

  “How about we—"

  “My dad’s difficult,” she blurts out. “I didn’t tell him about you because he doesn’t want to hear it. He just wants me to listen to him talk for ten minutes about how important he is and then he’s off to another meeting.”

  “Okay.”

  She sighs. “It’s not okay. I feel like a piece of crap. I should’ve said something but the thing is my dad thinks I’m a child and he’s mad that I came to school here instead of the college that’s close to him where he can control me better with his army of assistants and spies. And don’t say it’s because he loves me. He doesn’t. He just thinks women can’t make decisions on their own.”

  I nod as if this makes sense to me even though it doesn’t because Quinn can obviously make decisions on her own. She chose me, didn’t she? Seems that she has a good head on her shoulders. Too bad I can’t kill her dad. Unless…I eye her bent head. Maybe she’d feel freer if she didn’t have to deal with him. I’m retired from paid hits, but this would be a freebie so I technically wouldn’t be coming out of retirement.

  I shove my hands in my pants and whistle.

  She nudges me with her shoulder. “You seem happy.”

  “I’m with you.” We fucked. It was glorious. She hasn’t run away. I couldn’t ask for anything more. “If I died today, I’d have lived a perfect life.”

  This pulls her lips into a smile. “You talk about life and death a lot for someone so young.”

  “That’s true.” I’ll need to work on my vocabulary.

  “Are you watching too many action movies?”

  “You could say that.”

  “I like comedies a lot. Like Bridesmaids, Booksmart, 40-Year-Old Virgin.” She smirks. “Thought that last one was going to be autobiographical for a while there.” She swipes a hand across her forehead. “You saved me.”

  Fuck, she’s funny and gorgeous when she’s happy. I could stare at this face forever and not get bored. “I haven’t watched any of those.”

  “Oh snap. Sounds like we need to have a movie night.”

  I don’t have a television but that can be rectified. Surely there’s a place in town that will deliver one for the right price. “What other movies do you like?” I ask.

  She shares a few. I admit to having watched none. I’ve been more of a reader than anything and our conversation moves to books. Most of my life has been spent in silence and I thought I preferred that, but hearing her talk makes me happy. I’m going to record her at some point so that when we’re not together, I can play her voice as the soundtrack. Better than any music, that’s for damn sure.

  When we get to my apartment, my stomach is grumbling. “How about steak and eggs?”

  “Steak for breakfast?” Her face lights up. “I like that
idea.”

  Upstairs, the door to my apartment is open. Is the party still going on? I take my glasses off and tuck them inside my shirt pocket. With one hand, I push Quinn behind me. There’s a bottle lying on the ground. I pick it up and use my shirt to muffle the sound of glass breaking as I fashion the bottle into a weapon.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, her hand clutching the back of my shirt.

  “Nothing.” There’s no one that can stand a chance against me. It’s not bragging to say it. It’s the truth. I creep forward with the bottle gripped in one hand. The end is sharp enough that I can slash through a carotid artery. We’re fine. We’re going to be just fine.

  A body moves at the entrance. I pull back my arm and then...lower it.

  “Flip.”

  “Dude. What time is it?” He digs his knuckles into his eyes.

  “It’s almost ten,” Quinn chirps.

  “Fuck. I had a study meeting this morning.” Flip squints at me. “Hey, you got some deliveries. We were hungry and thought it might be food, but it was just...socks and a toaster. Nice green though. Really brightens up the place.” He looks me over. “Mind if I keep the clothes? I’m thinking the all black look makes me look like a ninja assassin.” He strikes a pose.

  Quinn muffles a giggle. I let the bottle drop from my hand. “Sure. Keep the clothes.”

  “You can keep mine. Looks like she liked them.” He waggles his eyebrows.

  I glance down at the bottle. I could kill Flip and I don’t think the world would suffer at all. Unfortunately, Quinn’s with me. She might not be ready for that. I pull out my glasses and slip them on. “See you later, Flip.”

  I don’t wait for a response. I pull Quinn into the apartment and shut the door in his face. The place looks like a disaster and smells like a brewery. “Let’s eat out.”