"Too late for the nice list, I fear." Nikki laughs, closing a palm around him. "But I'm warm now... unlike yesterday. Imagine if you got to go first..."
Cole whimpers, straining his hips like he's trying to rise and stand. I grip him around the neck harder, keeping him still, and focus on my girl.
"Imagine you got to me before Nick... that we were nice and warm. Your eggnog was making me woozy, and everything felt so wrong, but I was in achurch. Nothing bad happens in a church, so what was happening couldn't be bad..."
I swallow my objections, letting her have her moment.
"Imagine it was you dragging my panties down my legs... you who got to make me come so I would be all wet and warm as you slid inside. Imagine it was your name I moaned..."
Cole lets out a moan of his own, and it chokes around a sob as he fights the pleasure that is clearly sinking into him.
Just like when they made her come, biology takes over, and his erection comes out to play, coaxed by Nikki's relentless stroking and her no doubt describing a fantasy of his.
He's a sick fuck. I always suspected as much, but now I know for sure.
And my girl is about to put him down like the dog he is.
"Does it feel good?" She teases, her mouth close to his lap as her eyes are trained on his face, clocking every miniscule reaction. If she was alive, she’d be breathing on his cock, warming it with the anticipation of whatever Cole thinks she’s going to do.
He can’t be stupid enough to think this ends well for him?
"I..."
"Does it feel good?" She repeats, coaxing him faster as he grows harder under her palm.
He doesn’t have to answer. It’s apparent by the straining of his hips and his heavy breaths. He’s putty in her hand,
I never take my eyes off her, and I can't help grinning as she moves deftly, so graceful in her celestial form.
"Yes..." Cole chokes again, his eyes fluttering closed so that he doesn't see as she switches hands.
He doesn't see, either, when she gets the fingers of her free hand around the axe.
His eyes open just as she releases him to stand, getting the leverage she needs to heft the axe.
And then she brings it down, burying it against his pubic bone.
The severed organ comes off easily, falling against the couch before landing with a soft splat on the floor.
Cole’s howls fill the air until I tighten my grip on his neck, squeezing his throat in the crook of my arm, compressing his carotid. Part of me wants to leave him here like this and see how long it takes him to bleed out. But this is Nikki’s vengeance. I would have been happy to just be reunited with her and move on. Now, I realize my mistake… how foolish I was. I thought that I was above revenge because I’ve had a year to move on, and I can’t change our fates.
We can’t love each other back to life.
But I can make the men who dared touch what was mine suffer.
And I can make them dead, too.
“I’d offer you a taste, since I’m sure you’ve tried to suck it yourself at least once…” Nikki says, lifting the bloody stump in the palm of her hand so that Cole has no choice but to look at it. “But I have a plan for this.”
Cole chokes on whatever he’s trying to say, but Nikki isn’t fazed by it as she leans forward over him. I wonder if she’s still trying to be the seductress here or if that’s just coming naturally.
“Are you cold now?”
His eyelids flutter like he’s unable to keep them open; I may be choking him a little too much, so I let up on the pressure, giving him just enough awareness to gulp down large breaths of air in between his frantic sobs.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
Nikki smirks.
