Strip to Kill

Trigger warning - rated 18+

This book has graphic sex scenes, addiction to sex, violence like murder and threats, betrayal, grief, and trauma. It shows sex used for control or revenge. If you’re sensitive to sexual coercion, addiction, or strong violence, please be careful.

CHAPTER 1

~ Skye ~

Nova pinned me hard against the wall. His thick cock was buried balls-deep inside my soaking pussy. He thrust up into me with steady, brutal force. Each stroke stretched me wide open and slammed right into that sweet spot until my legs shook.

My thighs squeezed tight around his hips. My nails dug deep into his shoulders. My back scraped against the rough wall every time he drove into me. I moaned loud and broken. My whole body jolted from the power of him fucking me raw.

"We can't... fuck... Nova, stop. You're Zara's boyfriend."

He did not slow down at all. He fucked me even harder. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust. He grabbed them roughly, squeezed the soft flesh, then twisted my nipples hard between his fingers. The sharp sting shot straight down to my swollen clit. My pussy clenched tight around his thick shaft.

I gasped. My back arched off the wall. My hips ground down on him, desperate to take him even deeper.

"Bullshit," he growled. He slammed in so deep I felt him in my stomach. "You have wanted this fat cock splitting you open since the day we met. Your sister fucked Zane. She is no saint."

My hips bucked up on their own. I could not control it. "Oh God... don't... we shouldn't..."

He pinched my nipples harder and rolled them between his fingers until they throbbed. "Moan for me, Skye. Tell me you love my cock fucking your tight little cunt."

I cried out. My body shook. Juice from my pussy dripped down my thighs. "Fuck... I love it... harder... please..."

He pounded faster. His heavy balls slapped wet against my ass with every punishing thrust. "That's it. Come on my dick. Milk every drop out of me, you dirty slut."

I shattered.

My pussy clamped down hard around him. It spasmed wildly as waves of pleasure tore through me. I screamed his name. My voice sounded raw. Guilt burned hot in my chest, but my body betrayed me completely. He groaned deep in his throat, slammed into me one last time, and filled me up. Hot cum shot deep inside my pussy in thick ropes. It leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting through his orgasm.

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Weeks earlier…

Zane stayed on one knee. He held out the same emerald ring he had used four times before. His eyes were wet and shining under the soft lights strung across the rooftop. He looked like he was drowning.

“Skye, please don’t do this to me. Not again. I won’t survive another rejection.”

I stared at him. The words stuck in my throat. Around us, our friends and family stood frozen. My sister Zara watched me with wide, pleading eyes. My best friend Red stood beside her, tears already rolling down her cheeks. She nodded once, slow and desperate, begging me to say yes.

I looked back at Zane. His chest rose and fell fast. The ring trembled in his hand. Everyone stayed quiet, waiting.

I took a deep breath. The air felt thick. I closed my eyes, then opened them again.

“No, Zane. I can’t marry you.”

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. Zane’s face collapsed. He dropped to the ground. The ring slipped from his fingers and rolled across the tiles. It stopped right in front of my shoes, sparkling under the lights as if it was begging too.

Tears fell freely down his cheeks now. He did not wipe them away. He ran both hands through his hair, then pushed himself up.

“Why, Skye? Why would you do this to me for the fifth time? Is loving you a crime? You have humiliated me in front of everyone. Over and over.”

His voice cracked. He grabbed my arms. “Don’t you love me anymore? Is there someone else? Am I not good enough to be your husband?”

I felt his fingers dig in. I tried to pull back, but he held tighter.

“I love you, Zane. But now is not the right time.”

“Then when is the right time?” His grip tightened even more. “Tell me!”

I wrenched myself free. I looked at Zara, at Red, at all the faces staring back at me. Then I turned and ran. Heels clicked behind me. Zara and Red called my name.

“Skye, wait!”

I did not stop. I raced down the stairs, through the lobby, and out to the parking lot. My car was right there. I jumped in, started the engine, and peeled out. In the side mirror I saw Zara and Red getting smaller. Their faces looked pale and drained.

They looked broken. Who wouldn’t be?

Zane had been my everything. My high school sweetheart. The boy every girl wanted. In senior year he was popular and charming, always laughing. I was quiet and shy, but he saw me. We fell hard. Even when he graduated and left, we stayed solid. College came and distance tried to pull us apart, but it did not. We only grew stronger.

He worked hard and became a doctor. I ended up in the CIA as an undercover agent. That was not the life I had dreamed of.

I had wanted a quiet life. A simple one. A house with Zane, kids running around. We used to joke about having eight of them and how loud and chaotic it would be. A big, noisy family full of love.

Then my mother died. She was murdered on a mission. The case closed fast, with no real answers and no justice. They gave her a funeral without honors and stamped the file shut like it never mattered.

That dream died with her.

I could not marry Zane while her killers were still out there breathing. I could not build a life on top of that silence. If I did, I would only put him in danger too. The same people who took my mother would come for anyone I loved.

I gripped the steering wheel tighter. The city lights blurred past. My heart pounded hard. Guilt sat heavy in my chest, thick and painful, but something stronger burned underneath it.

Determination.

I would not stop until I found them.

I zoomed into the driveway and almost crashed into the wall of the one-story house. My foot hit the brake hard at the last second. The engine died with a rough cough. I jumped out of the car and ran inside. I took the stairs two at a time, burst into my room, and slammed the door shut.

I leaned my back against it as the tears came fast. My body slid down the door until I sat on the floor. Sobs shook me hard. When the crying became too much, a scream tore out of me, long and raw. Then I cried until my throat burned.

Outside, tires screeched as Zara pulled up. Footsteps pounded up the stairs toward my room. My door rattled with urgent knocks.

“Skye! Open the door!” Zara’s voice cracked with worry.

“Skye, please!” Red was crying too. “Just let us in!”

I did not move. I crawled to the bed and threw myself face-down on the mattress. I buried my face in the pillow and screamed again, muffling the sound. My fists pounded the sheets.

Everything hurt. My chest, my head, my stomach.

The knocks turned frantic. “Skye, open up! Now!”

I stayed silent. I could not face them. Not after what I had done.

Then Zara’s voice came through the wood. “Skye, listen. Zane is still on the rooftop. He’s on the edge. He’s threatening to jump. He said he can’t live like this anymore.”

Red’s voice joined in, shaking. “He’s serious, Skye. He’s standing there crying, saying if you don’t come back and say yes, he’s going to end it. Please. You have to come.”