Page 26 of Killer (Project)

“I want you, too…”

“I can see it in your eyes. You’re over thinking this. Yes, I’m dying, but you have known it this entire time. You had known it before your feelings changed into more, yet you didn’t care.”

I heard every word he spoke as if they were my own. He was right. I didn’t care about him dying. If anything, it only made my love for him run deeper.

We had this very second, and I realized right then it wasn’t worth it to fight it. It wasn’t worth it to let the time go to waste. We had today. We could worry about tomorrow when it came.

He must’ve seen something in my eyes. It was in the next instance, my dress was being pushed up. Passion filled me as I watched him shove my panties down. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

“I’ll try to be gentle.” He laid a soft kiss on my shoulder as he pushed the top of my dress down, revealing my breasts. I smiled, staring up at the sky. The rain was cold against my skin, but it told me something—it told me I was alive.

“Don’t try to be gentle, don’t be anything less than what you are. I want you, Diesel. I want every single part of you.” My voice was so soft, I wasn’t sure it was my own. He smiled, placing a hard kiss against my lips. With a flick of his fingers, he unbuttoned his pants and pushed down his underwear.

“Maggie…” He sighed as he said my name and slipped his hand between my legs. I could feel his fingers trailing up my inner thigh as he slipped one into my hot core. I tensed as the invasion was foreign. “I will always remember this moment with you. I will never forget you, or what you gave me.” He stroked me softly and slowly, allowing me to grow accustomed to his finger before adding another. With every shove and push of his fingers, I could feel myself growing hot all over, the warmth deep in my belly spreading.

“It feels so good,” I cried out, letting him know whatever he was doing was working. I had never felt so free in my entire life.

“You feel so good, come for me. Let go so I can watch you come for me,” he whispered. His words were my undoing. My toes curled, stars flashed before my eyes, and it was as if I were feeling everything for the first time. His hands, his mouth, the warmth of his skin, the rain droplets… everything.

His fingers pulled out of me, and I opened my eyes, peering up at him as he reached into his back pocket. “Did you think you were going to get lucky?” I joked, watching him pull a condom from his wallet. He flashed me a soft smile as he ripped the package open with his teeth.

“I’m dying, I’m not dead.” I would’ve laughed at his comment had my eyes not locked on his cock. It was large, larger than anything I had ever seen. I clamped up right then and there, unsure of how this was going to work. His fingers hadn’t hurt, but his fingers didn’t look like that.

“Shhh… it’s going to be okay. I’ll enter you slowly. You tell me if it hurts, okay?” He tried to soothe my nervousness with calming words, but the more I stared at his cock, the more tense I grew.

He rolled the condom on and then pulled my ass to the edge of the hood as he centered himself at my entrance. This wasn’t how I had ever pictured losing my virginity, but it was with Diesel, and to me, that was more than perfect.

“Ready?” he asked, hunger glittering in his eyes. I nodded my head yes, smiling. The smile fell the second he pushed the head in. There was a sting of pain, the feeling of being ripped in half.

“I can’t…” I cried out, taking a deep breath. He stopped me from turning away from him by cupping the side of my face and pulling it more into his.

“You can, I got you.” His voice was sincere. Sweat coated his brow, and I knew he was holding back. He was straining not to slam into me.

“Okay…” I mumbled against his cheek allowing him to push in more. In one swift movement, he was in. Burning spread through my core and the overwhelming pressure of fullness. My chest constricted, a heaviness filling it.

Deep breaths. I told myself this as he stroked my hair.

“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded my head yes again as tears sprung from my eyes and mixed with the rain. He waited a few minutes before pulling out and pushing back in. Pain spread through my core, but I gritted my teeth telling myself the pain was a good thing. It was a memory of Diesel I wouldn’t just remember, but I would have felt it.

“So fucking good…” he growled, peppering kisses across my chest. My body ached, and I knew I wasn’t going to get anything from this.

“Please tell me you’re almost there…” I cried out in pain.

“Almost baby, almost…” he cried out, holding my body tight to his. I could feel his heartbeat rise, his cock growing and pulsing inside of me. The feeling was exhilarating, and that alone pushed the discomfort to the back of my mind. Never in my life had I thought I would have a moment as beautiful as this one.

“I love you…” The words fell from my lips like a whisper.

Raindrops fell from Diesel’s hair as he stared down at me. “You’re my reason for breathing, my life.”

fifteen

killer

Fuck. That onesingle word bounced off the walls inside of my head. An overbearing sense of heaviness flowed through my arms and legs as the echoes from that word caused me to stir awake. My mouth was as dry as cotton, and as I tried to swirl my tongue around to produce saliva, I could hear the rattling of chains and the smell… what was that smell?

Somehow, I knew that smell. Clean, sterilized, with a lingering hint of alcohol. Like a doctor’s office but ten times worse.

Memories floated back into my mind. I was chasing after Maggie. I had cornered her…Maggie.My chest constricted as I tried to sit up. I forced my eyelids open not wanting to look, but knowing where I was before I even saw the dim glow of the overhead lights.