She nodded.
“Then when I get you home, you won’t be able to walk straight for days. I’m going to eat your pussy until you have nothing left, baby.”
Her eyes twinkled. “Let’s make it a quick journey back then.”
Twelve
Violet
Damon’sdeathwasbeautiful,twisted and raw, his life leaking out of the many new holes in his body while I sat over him and watched. He was the first, but they would have their time. Rafael, Gabe, Les, my father, mother, everyone and anyone that had anything to do with bringing me any pain, with putting me under Rafael Delucci’s thumb.
My mind stuck. Trapped in their deaths, each one vicious, each victim with their eyes open as they watched me slice into them, take from them.
Destroy, destroy, destroy. Flatten and destroy everything that made them who they were.
There were so many ways I could do it, limb by limb, drop by drop of blood, organ after organ ripped through their skin with my bare hands… I wanted to be covered in blood, anointed in it. Maybe their church could help, whatever teachings they had. Maybe I could find that bowl Rafe had dripped my blood into and smash him over the head with it…
Theo drove until we couldn’t get any further without crashing, without mauling each other as the car careened off a bloody cliff because we were both too wrapped up in the other. Since we’d snuck out of Damon’s house and sat in this small car, my body was on fire for Theo, like our atoms were trying to blend.
I needed him something fierce. Killing Damon, torturing him — it set me alight, and only Theo could tame those flames.
I was fired up, my skin stinging and tingling with the desperation I had for Theo to get inside me. He was splattered with blood, sprays of it all over his cheeks, his arms and his clothes. He smelled of death, of cleaning solutions and sweat. I wanted to lick it off, lick the blood of my tormentor off the neck of my savior and bask in his tenderness.
My thighs squeezed together, my belly pulsing, making it hard to focus, making me squirm and imagine what Theo could do to me, how his hands would feel against me…
We could bathe in the blood of my tormentors, kill them all at once and pour their blood into a pool, swim through it, coat each other in it, anoint the world in their life before the darkness was removed for good.
I imagined popping Rafael’s eyes from their sockets, ripping out his teeth one by one, force feeding him each digit and limb as I ripped it from his body…
“Violet,” Theo said, yanking me from my fantasy.
The car was still. Sitting in complete darkness with the lights off, turned into a small gap at the side of the road. A woodland. Only my heavy breaths broke the silence.
“What?” I asked, my voice rough. Too much energy coursed through me. It needed somewhere to go, I clenched my fists, squeezed my legs together, bit at my lips.
“Get out of the car,” Theo demanded, before climbing out himself and stalking around the front. He yanked my door open and leaned in. “Get out of the car and come with me. You’re losing it.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but he didn’t let me. Theo leaned over, his face against mine, his nose brushing my cheek. I kissed him, letting my tongue dip out to swipe a drop of blood from his skin.
His hand roamed down, and I expected him to just touch, but he clicked the seatbelt off and curled his arms around my waist, tugging me from the car with a grunt.
Gasping, I wrapped my legs around him and let him carry me. He was a man on a mission, and I was here for it, even if I did feel loopy. Anything to yank me from the dark fantasies eating me alive. I wanted them to, but Theo didn’t. Not yet, anyway.
“Can’t fucking wait anymore, Vi, need inside you,” he said against my skin, adjusting my weight to carry me easier. I reached my hand between us, finding his hard cock, fondling it through his jeans while we moved deeper into the trees. We were hours away from the scene of the crime now, but still hours from the cabin too. We weren’t safe, but I didn’t care. Theo didn’t either, clearly, as he shoved my back against the rough bark of a tree and growled into my ear.
“Touch me more,” he said. “I need your skin on mine. Even sticky with someone else’s blood, I need it.”
Using the leverage of the tree at my back to stay suspended between it and Theo, I used both my hands to reach his zipper, tugging it down and popping the button, before diving in and pulling his cock free. It was hard, so bloody hard, and he groaned when both my hands wrapped around it.
“Fuck, beautiful, fuck…” he moaned, his head thumping onto my shoulder. I continued jerking him, loving the way he felt falling to pieces between my thighs. Even as the bark scratched at my skin, I kept going, enjoying every throb of his shaft, every gasp of air from his lungs. He was just as fired up as me, just as needy.
“More, need more,” he said breathily, dropping my legs down, yanking my leggings right to my ankles. “Get these off,” he said, wrestling to get them over my shoes. I giggled, and he bit my thigh, just above my knee, before moving upward, laying sucking kisses all up my leg until he reached my pussy. He pressed one gentle kiss there before standing up, winking at me and scooping my legs back around his waist.
“Theo, I love you,” I told him, unable to keep the words in, just letting it all spill out. “Thank you, thank you for all of it, for—”
He kissed me hard, stopping my words with a grunt from my throat. “Never say thank you,” he muttered. “You’re my world.” The head of his cock ran through my pussy, spreading my wetness along his shaft until I was a moaning mess, shifting my hips to notch him at my entrance. Just the tip rested there, and for a beat we stayed like that, on the cusp.
“Get inside me,” I begged. “Please, Theo, please.”
