When I peeked up again, Kaspar stood.
Penny was on her knees in front of him.
His thick cock was in her mouth. She sucked him, sloppy and faster, needy. She wanted him to come. He stared at her with pure love in his eyes.
Then he looked up and met my eyes.
He smiled.
I got the hell out of there.
I grabbed my bag, opened the door, and ran. I kept on running until I was back in the library, hidden away in a quiet study room, panting hard.
It was like a dream, watching them fuck. It was the closest thing I’d ever come to being with Penny herself. Seeing her down on her knees with Kaspar’s cock in her mouth, god, she was beautiful, that hair, those hips—
And the look he gave me.
More malevolence. Utter, incredible hate.
I was out of time.
Penny had to die, and she had to die tonight.
I licked my fingers, tasting my pussy still on them, and closed my eyes, pretending it was Penny on my tongue.
21
Penny
Present Day
Chicago
I woke up with Kaspar’s arms wrapped around my body.
I didn’t move.
The night before was a blur. We didn’t have sex. I was sure he hadn’t touched me.
He didn’t have a shirt on. I knew that chest, those arms. He was older now, but the years hadn’t diminished his perfection. Sculpted muscles, smooth skin. Masculine, powerful. He could destroy me with those hands if he wanted.
I’d seen him do it before. Then and now.
I closed my eyes. That night, the only night we spent together, had been heaven. Riding him, taking him from behind, sucking his cock, then doing it all over again. I lost count of how many times I came by the time we fell asleep in that tiny twin bed. After that, after he strangled Alice to death, we never touched again.
But I yearned for that memory. For his fingers and lips and cock and voice, oh, yes, his voice whispering in my ear all the filthy things he wanted.
I opened my eyes again.
Kaspar was awake. He stared back at me. He didn’t smile.
I twisted slightly, facing him. I shifted closer.
His fingers brushed my hair from my face.
And he kissed me.
I kissed him back. I breathed hard through my nose as I rolled on top of him, pinning him down. But he sat up, stronger than me, and pulled off my top. My bra came next, then his lips were on my nipples, teasing them, sucking them, biting them.
We didn’t speak. Our skin pressed together, warm and incredible. He was hard and I was soft.
I bit his shoulder and moaned into his ear as he rolled me onto my back and pulled off my pants.
I spread my legs and let him lick me, kissing my inner thigh before slowly rolling his tongue down my folds, tasting every inch.
It was sensual and incredible. I tried not to moan, but it escaped my lips, unbidden and too strong to ignore.
He looked up at me with pure devotion.
Last night, he saved my life. And I knew he’d do it again, and again, if he had to.
He’d kill for me. He already had, or so he said.
He’d do so much more if I asked.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my pussy, sliding a finger inside. I wriggled, moaned.
“You’re only saying that because you finally got me naked.”
“I’m saying that because it’s true. I’ve been looking at you from afar for a long time Penny, and you’ve never dimmed for me. Not after all this time.”
I chewed on my lip and looked away. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“God, yes, I do. I mean it when I say I need you. I always have.”
I pulled him up to me. I kissed him, licked my juice from his lips, then took off his pants. He slid off his boxer briefs and I took his cock in my hands, greedy and stupid and not thinking.
If I stopped to think, this wouldn’t happen.
He barely fit in my mouth. I loved his grumbling moan as I sucked his tip furiously, stroking his thick shaft, going as deep as I could. He pushed me deeper, gripped my hair and pulled it, dominating me. I knew he wouldn’t let me take control, not in bed, not anywhere, but I wanted to try. I sucked his cock, licking him all around, moaning as he reached back to tease my soaking pussy with his fingers.
I moved to straddle him, but he pushed me down instead.
I stared at him as he spread my legs and pressed his cock against my aching, needy slit. His lips pressed against mine as he pushed inside and filled me.
I gasped, arching my back, wrapping my legs around his hips.
Finally, after so much time. He hadn’t changed, not one bit. He still felt incredible deep between my legs, better than I’d ever felt before or since. He moved himself slowly, fucking me gently, before pinning my hands down and taking me faster.