One Last Time

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"I'm not going anywhere without you so cut the crap Scofield."

Staring in the mirror and letting the water cascade down my face, my vision became crystal clear and I could see Dylan eyeing me with daggers.

"Dylan, I have to go alone. I need you here, safe and alive."

As I turned around to walk away, she kissed me like it was her last time. Inhaling her aroma of French vanilla & a hint of lavender, I grabbed onto her ass & lifted her up which gave her the momentum to wrap her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass a bit tighter & she let her head fall back while slightly moaning. Moaning my name.

"Michael."

As she brought her face towards me, I stared down into her brown eyes that mixed fear and joy. The brown eyes that I fell in love with. The brown eyes that weren't a part of the plan.

I kissed her. Faithfully & deeply. I bit her lip & they parted, granting my tongue entrance. I took it. Our tongues danced for a while before I stopped to suck on her bottom lip.

I put her down & she turned to walk away to the room we had been sharing together for the last year or so. I followed her but not before she tried to slam the door in my face.

I guess she was still angry about me telling her I'd have to leave.

. . . .but her anger, her sass, it turned me on. Before I let the door slam, I placed my foot in the small entrance to stop it.

"Get out Michael. Get out. Get the fuck out." She semi yelled.

Instead of walking away, I stood there getting hard. All 8 inches of me.

I took my shirt off to expose a part of my past. A past that included my brother Lincoln. LJ. Sucre. T-Bag. My dad. And Sara. A past that Dylan thought she knew everything about but had no clue.

She turned to look at me. I could see the lust in her eyes even though she tried to mask it with anger.

"Dylan, come here." I said to her.

She rolled her eyes and tried to walk to the bathroom.

I leaped over the bed to stop her in her tracks. I blocked her entrance to the bathroom. I looked her up and down.

She was 5'5" with dark brown curly hair that fell a little below her shoulders. Her breast small but perky, just enough to fill my hands. Her thick thighs contrasting her smaller waist. And her ass. It was big. Bigger than what I was used to. I looked back up to her lips, as soft as clouds, her brown skin glistening as the sun hit it. Damn, she was beautiful.

"Michael, get out of my way." She hissed.

I grabbed her and turned her around and held her in my arms. Her ass on my dick. I walked her towards the bed and pushed her forward. As she lay on the bed, she tried to worm her way out so her body would face mine. I didn't let her. I slid my hand into the white tee that she was wearing and grabbed her breast from behind. She purred. I stroked her nipple piercings and she squirmed underneath me making my dick rise even more. I pulled it out & rubbed it on her ass. I teased her a bit before sliding her gray Calvin Klein panties off. She began to arch her back like I've never seen before and had me calling her name out without even inserting myself into her.

She looked back at me with this little smirk like she knew she had me right where she wanted... because she did. I was her prisoner in love and worshipped the ground she walked on.
She bit her bottom lip and seductively glanced at me.

I slid my dick into her & as I did, I reached for the large white pillow that was set right by the headboard.

I slowly slid my had underneath it & felt for the cold blade I hid there before we fell asleep the previous night. I pulled it out while she was throwing it back on me. I couldn't take it anymore. I came in her but didn't say anything. It's not like I wanted to trap her but Ive always thought about her being the mother of my children if we were able to live a normal life. I was tired but I wasn't going to let her go out without giving her all of me. I went faster and thrusted all 8 inches of me in her. She starting shaking begging to switch positions but I wouldn't let her. With one hand, I made sure to grip her waist hard and with the other hand, I sliced her throat from behind.

I had killed her.
In order to protect her.

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