Keeley gurgled, and Chad looked back to her.Romeo did too.Capillaries had ruptured beneath her pale skin, forking dark lines that stretched from her temples to her lips.Her eyes were open, but her irises had rolled back, staring into her own head, and the whites were pink, leaking at the corners.Through her parted lips, her tongue was visible, jutting, and coated in blood.Romeo’s gaze locked on her throat, his and Chad’s fingers entwined as they strangled her.His eyelashes fluttered as a wave of heat went to his cock.It was already throbbing painfully against his jeans.
“Can you feel her pulse, Chad?”
Chad shivered.“Yes.”
“Can you feel it slowing?”
Chad’s breathing hitched, then he whispered, “Yes.”
“Are you ready for it?”
It was an unfair question.Chad didn’t know what he was waiting for, but Romeo knew he’d know when he felt it.He shifted his hips, knocking them into Chad so Chad could feel just how affected he was watching Chad kill, not just watching but getting to experience it alongside him.
It was his ultimate fantasy, one he’d accepted couldn’t come true.
But it was happening, and not because Romeo had pressured him, or because he felt forced into murder.
Chad had chosen to kill Keeley.
He wanted to kill her.
And that realization alone was enough to make Romeo’s head spin.
He was never supposed to make Chad fall.
But hewassupposed to catch him when he did.
And Chad fell further into the grey, closing the distance between them until they met with a jolt.
“Romeo...”
“I’m here, Chad.Keep going.We’re almost there.”
Romeo whispered encouragement in Chad’s ear, and told him to wait for it,wait for it, because it was coming, and it was going to be like nothing Chad had ever felt before.
It wasn’t the slowing beats, or the extra hard one right at the end.The moment peaked when no beat followed.“There,” awe filled Chad’s voice.“There.Romeo, it’s ...stopped.It’s stopped.”
Romeo let go of Chad’s hands and wrapped him up in his arms to catch him.He held him close while kissing the back of his hair, his ear, the side of his neck.
Romeo showered Chad in kisses, keeping him up.
Keeley was gone, but Romeo remembered the first time he’d killed, when he’d been inexperienced, and he’d needed to stay holding on to get familiar with the sensation of no pulse after feeling it so intensely.Even when it was slowing, he’d felt it through his whole body—zaps of electricity against his skin, it became his pulse, and when it stopped, it felt like being untethered, set free.
Romeo nestled his nose into the side of Chad’s neck.Keeley’s heart had stopped, but Chad’s sped up with excitement, with the flood of adrenaline and arousal.It mocked her, every flutter of the heart in his chest laughed at her.
Chad let go.
Keeley dropped like a stone.
Romeo ignored the thump of her body hitting the floor, too distracted with kissing the side of Chad’s neck and grinding himself against him.Romeo sucked a mark into Chad’s skin.
“She’s dead.”
Romeo hummed his agreement.“And you’re alive.”
He trailed a hand down Chad’s chest to his trousers where he felt the heat, and hardness against his palm.Romeo squeezed Chad’s erection.“You’redefinitelyalive.”
Chad tipped his head back against Romeo’s shoulder, rolling his hips as Romeo ground his hand on him.
