Ruthless Creatures by J.T. Geissinger

in weeks.”
“I beheaded a horse and left it in his bed while he was
sleeping.”
She jerks her head up and stares down at me with wide,
horrified eyes.
“That was a joke, Natalie.”
She exhales. “Oh god. Jesus. Don’t do that to me!”
I feel a little insulted. “I’m a lot of bad things, but a man
who cuts off the heads of innocent farm animals isn’t one of
them.”
She quirks her lips and says, “Don’t get all snippy,
gangster. That’s a very famous scene from a very famous
Mafia movie, and you have a tendency toward dramatic
gestures. It’s not like it’s out of the realm of possibility.”
“I don’t have a tendency toward dramatic gestures.”
“Oh, really? What would you call a ten-million-dollar trust
fund? Ordinary?”
Lifting an eyebrow, I threaten softly, “Someone’s asking
for a spanking.”
My expression makes her bite her lip.
I want to bite it, too.
I roll us over, press her down into the mattress, and take
her mouth.
It’s a harder kiss than before. She’s as urgent as I am,
kissing me back with the same desperation, digging her
fingernails into my back.
I want so badly to shove my cock into her wet heat and
fuck her one last time before I go, but it won’t help.
There’s no helping this awful, gnawing need.
No helping it, and no escaping it, either.
“So what was it?”
“What?”