Colton stumbles, then falls. “Please…” he begs, and when none of us say anything, he fucking bursts into tears. “Please let me go.Please.”
Dorran leaves my side and crouches next to him, then roughly grabs the collar of his grey t-shirt before hauling him forward.
“Is that how Harper pleaded with you when yourapedher?” he sneers at him, making him shake his head. “She must have, but you filthy piece of shit – you didn’t fucking stop, did you? Not until you got what you needed.” He gropes Colton’s crotch, making him scream. His face is strained and sweaty, which shows how painful Dorran’s grip is.
“Please…” Colton whispers. “I’ll do anything…I’ll give you anything you want. Just…just please…”
Dorran clicks his tongue, clearly annoyed, and moves his hand away from between Colton’s legs. I watch with bated breath as he slithers the same hand under his leather jacket, then slides his switchblade out from the back pocket of his jeans.
Jayce sees it too, and kneels in front of Colton before holding down his legs, while Alex and Varsha move behind him. I step closer, but stay on the sideline.
Colton is flat-out horrified now, and starts screaming and thrashing. He tries to push Dorran off him, but Jayce punches him in the jaw. “Fucking stay still, dimwit.”
Dorran clicks open his switchblade, and when Colton sees the weapon, he screams even more.
“Someone help me!” he shrieks. “FUCKING HELP ME!”
Chills run over my entire body when I hear the desperation in his voice, see the fear on his face, and the helplessness in his eyes.
“Fucking shut up,” Dorran hisses. “And try not to flail too much. It’s a new jacket, and my Little Swan seems to like it a lot. So let’s not stain it with your blood, shall we?” He bunches the top of Colton’s hair and pushes his head back, then brings his switchblade forward and slices Colton’s throat open in a single sweep.
His eyes widen as sprays of blood flow out of the cut, and he starts gurgling on some of it as well. His body convulses and jolts for a few seconds, and then, it stops.Hestops.
Jayce and the others get to their feet, but Dorran remains crouched next to Colton’s body. He twists his switchblade this way and that, then brings it to his mouth before licking the thick line of blood off the sharp edge of his blade.
There’s something about that little act that makes fire burn under my skin. Maybe it’s the way the blood taints his tongue red, or maybe it’s the way his lashes touch his cheeks when his eyelids flutter before he swallows. I don’t know what it is, but it’s almost hypnotizing, and all kinds of arousing.
He’s so addictive to watch – a symphony of madness and deviance. A variation from normalcy, and a good-looking one at that.
My beautiful freak.
“How’s it taste?” Jayce asks Dorran.
He grins. “Like dead frat boy.”
The crew laughs, and I can’t help but join them.
Dorran stands and walks over to the sink, then runs his switchblade under the water. While he does that, he also fixes his jacket and hair, which were already immaculate to begin with.
Varsha takes a picture of Colton’s corpse, then types something on her phone before looking at Dorran. “Proof sent.”
He nods, then glances at Jayce. “Text Eddie.”
“Did that already,” Varsha says.
“Perfect.” Dorran pockets his blade and makes his way over to me.
“Need a gum?” I ask.
His lips twitch as he tilts his head at me. “And here I was, about to ask if I could kiss you.”
“In your dreams, Ledger.”
He laughs. “Fine, I’ll take the gum, then.”
I open my clutch and hand him a couple of mint strips, and right before he takes them from me, Dorran quickly leans in and gives me a brief kiss on my lips.
I gasp and try to push him, but he steps back and pops the gum into his mouth before giving me a rogue smirk.
