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He had me locked between his taut chest and his deft fingers. I had reduced into a paradox. One second I tempted to run away from him, the other I felt this insatiable hunger for his touch. 

On reflexive I tried to close my legs but he hooked his feet prevented that. 

"So tight," he breathed. 

I was burning like coal with need as he slid out his finger ever so slowly. 

"I started hating him. Can you blame me for that? For me my dad was a monster," he said while pushing his finger in again with a formidable force. I arched my back as the pleasure sparked in my every cell. He kept pushing in and out of me. I felt my insides vibrate with every thrust he put me through. He added another digit when he was sure that I had stretched enough for that, prompting a strained moan out of me. I immediately grew conscious of the pressure that was building inside my belly. 

"That day is still fresh in my head. The day of his death. The day I saw him for the last time, " his pace increased, shoving me to the edge. I was panting by now. My eyes closed but my ear still taking in his words. However, I didn't know what to do with the information. The pleasure was overwhelming. 

"Let me in on you a secret, wifey. He didn't kill himself," my brows furrowed in confusion as I took in the piece of information but couldn't react as I felt myself reaching the height. He started circling my bud with more strength as his other hand sensually rode up to cup my breast. 

"He was killed," he revealed and pinched my nipple through the bra. Well.. That.. Whoa...that had me undone. I let out a strangled scream when I came hard and hot on his magical fingers, coating them with my juices. The rush of pleasures splashed through my veins. Tore through my cell. My toes tingled, my heart thudded, and my core throbbed in delight. I was breathing heavily a small smile curled up on my face reflecting how satisfied I felt. And just when I came to my senses he said something that shocked me to my core. 

" I killed him," He pulled his hand out of my panty and drawled in my ear, making a cold shudder pass through my spine.

 My eyes flew open at his raw confession. What. Did he just say he killed his own father? Gone was the spark I was feeling a moment ago. Or the tingling sensation of pleasure. 

I whirled around to check his expression and my heart sank when I saw it was in sync with his statement. There was a crazed look in his eyes along with the lust that had his pupil dilate significantly. My lord, he isn't joking. 

"You..you what?" I stuttered as dread filled me. 

The corner of his lips tugged into a smirk as he eyed me from head to toe. He took a step towards me that prompted me to take two steps back. 

"I put the bullet through his head and ended his pathetic life," his eyes distant if memorizing the moment. There was no remorse in his eyes, no regret. 

I blanched as I was expecting him to laugh or to make fun of me for taking his joke seriously but not this.

"You are joking," My voice sounded unconvincing to my own ear. He chuckled in response and looked around the room. 

"You know that I am not," he countered with an amused expression. 

I took a step back and he noticed that. 

"What? Ain't you gonna help me now?" he pinched his brow and mocked me. But I also noticed a shred of curiosity in his stormy eyes and a tinge of anxiety in his voice. He halted to gauge my expression and disappointment crossed his feature once he was done reading me. The smirk was still on his face but there was no mirth in his eyes. 

I swallowed a lump and wondered why Mom lied to me. 

"Come on, you seemed to be so hell-bent on helping me. Don't opt out now, after all, I went to an extra length to help you and you seem pretty satisfied," he lazily drew his orbs up and down my form, looking content with his work. 

I grabbed the towel from my bed and rolled it around me. 

"Isn't it too late to hide now?" He faked confusion and lifted up those two fingers that were inside me a few minutes ago. "I can still taste you on my fingers." And with that, he put those fingers in his mouth and lick them clean without looking away. My cheeks tinted red and I dropped my gaze and unintentionally caught the sight of the bulge in his pants that made me redder in turn. " See," he pulled his finger out and said with a triumphing smile.

"Good night, Dove, " he said and sauntered out. 

I was still in a state of disbelief. Alex didn't only have mental issues, he was a murderer too. I was married to a killer. My belly lurched and I felt nauseated. 

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