My hand instinctively goes for my combat knife, but I freeze, reminding myself that if I start killing them, I might not be able to stop. My fist clenches an inch away from the handle, and I grind my teeth together. Her wide eyes flash my way, considering what I’ll do in this moment.
“You can’t take them all on your own. You need to run. I’ll guide some away and kill them where I won’t be close enough to kill you too,” I whisper, then I take off the way we just came, hoping most of them will follow me.Nolan is really testing my restraint with her.
I slip down into the ditch we passed earlier and wait for them. My jaw clenches at the sound of only one of them coming after me. He’s clunky in the way he runs, letting his back leg drag a bit in the snow and causing unnecessary noise.
God, you wouldn’t last a minute in the Dark Forces. Sometimes I think they grab criminals to be here just for the slaughter. This one would definitely fit that bill.
He passes me without a second thought.
I grip my knife and slink back up the slope, catching up to the noisy bastard. He’s completely oblivious to my presence. This is the part when excitement usually fuels my high, but I don’t feel it as I wrap my hand around his chin and force it up, so he’s staring at the sky. I don’t feel it when I stuff my knife into his throat andslice him open from his neck down to his sternum. I don’t even feel it when his gasping gurgles drown him in his own blood.
I drop his body, steam rising as blood meets snow.
What the fuck?
I stare down at my hands. I always love this part. It’s been so long since I last killed someone, so why isn’t it?—
A shrill shout breaks through the trees, and I remember that three of these men are taking on Emery. They should’ve all followed me, but I’m not surprised they went for the smaller of us. Now that I know she’s the executioner I’ve idolized, I’m relieved that I spent time training her in knife fighting. The executioner only ever used bullets to kill their victims. She would’ve been a little taken aback by this.
Silently, I move through the snow and underbrush. They aren’t hard to locate with all the scuffling and curses.
I take a knee beside a nearby tree, watching three black forms fight viciously in the snow. Red already stains the area around them. One cadet is dead. I know it’s not Emery because she’s much smaller than all of them. Her right foot has a nasty habit of hooking behind legs to ensnare her prey.
I taught her that.
She also holds her blade closer to her center of gravity than anyone else. I studied her for hours in the weapons room, admiring her more than I should’ve been, but I’d know her even if she were among an army of men.
A grin spreads over my lips as I watch her take the two bigger men like they’re nothing. She gets knocked off the guy beneath her, rolling to her feet and jumping with her blade out. She cuts the Achilles heel of the cadet standing without even blinking, crumpling him to the ground with ease. He screams as blood squirts out from the back of his boot.
Something warms in my throat. The excitement I was anticipating earlier but which never came floods through thecavities in my chest and sinks into the thickness of my cock. I’ve never been aroused by someone else killing. Only ever by my own.
But this? This is something entirely different. Chills spread across my skin.
I ignore my boner the best I can as I watch her crawl on top of the soldier, cut his vest straps, and saw at his center. He screams and flails as she pierces his aorta. The pressure of blood is so high there that it literally gushes from his chest and spurts into the air rapidly. He stills beneath her within seconds and gurgles a few times before going limp.
A moan escapes my lips as my dick throbs. I shove my hand down my pants and fist my needy cock. Precum is already beading and wetting my underwear.Fuck. This is so hot.I knew she was holding back a little in the Under, but this? I never could’ve anticipated this.
The last remaining recruit stares at her with revulsion dancing across their eyes before turning to flee. I almost shout to tell her not to let them get away, that I’m so close to climaxing because she’s fucking perfect in every imaginable way and I want to see more. But she beats me to it, standing gracefully and in one smooth motion throwing her KA-BAR straight into the fleeing recruit’s spine.
They let out a broken scream and fall to the snow like a downed bird.
I swallow dryly as I watch Emery slowly walk to them, lift their head, and smash their own knife into their eye socket.
To say I’m mystified would be an understatement. I’m absolutely entranced with her ability to kill with absolutely no regard. To kill so savagely as I do.
I unzip my pants and pull my dick out to finish myself off, shutting my eyes for a second as the pleasure builds and is about to explode out of me. My groans are soft, and I picture herbeneath me again. Her supple breasts and the way I had my dick buried inside her earlier today.Fuck.
“Look at you,” Emery says with her bewitching voice. My eyes open enough to look up at her, hooded with lust and adrenaline. The black fabric portion of her mask is pulled down, revealing her blood-smeared face. I swallow hard, not able to stop fisting my cock as I stare at her. “So weak for a wicked thing like me, aren’t you, Cameron?”
I hesitate. No one’s ever spoken to me like this before, but I fucking love it. I want more. I want to watch her kill everyone. Forever. It’s like a high I’ve never known.
My lust-drunk nod brings a grin to her lips, and she lowers to her knees, placing her hand over mine, over my raging boner. My heart dashes over a beat.
“Fuck my mouth, Mori,” she whispers, eyes tracing mine.
She’s as crazy as I am.Or she’s pretending to be. I don’t think I care either way.
My jaw slacks and I rise to my feet, staring down at this wonder of a being as she takes my tip into her mouth. I moan at how wet and hot her lips are as they wrap around me.
