There’s a threat in there, but he starts alternating, knife fucking with oral, then more knife and telling me how he loves violating me until I’m so…fucking…close, and I grunt as he drives the knife in again, and my hands tense under me, and I’ve spread my legs wide, keeping away from that blade. Then he extracts the hilt. My stomach aches from the strain. My legs are shaking.
I’ve stopped breathing.
So close.
There’s slightest touch of his mouth on me, a tongue, just the tip… Then the hand gripping my thigh moves beneath and he puts his thumb, puts it…he slowly pushes it into my asshole, and it stays there, while he keeps…on…tonguing me.
I stiffen as this final filthy invasion of my body blows me over the edge, sends me soaring into a private oblivion. I’m staring at nothing and sucking in air, when I hear a car engine in the distance.
Kail laughs ominously before he moves over me, props his arms to either side, and says, “He’s early.” He kisses my mouth, pulling down my dress as he does so. “I’ll let you go, I guess. Next time, the blade goes inside your cunt?”
“Bastard,” I whisper.
“You have no idea. So close. You came so close to me fucking you with the sharp end.”
I whine as he comes in to kiss me, grinding his mouth on mine.
“Up. Now.”
The relief as he unties me, helps me down, and hides my panties in his pocket is short-lived. I have to duck behind the car and try to look normal and not red-faced, disheveled, and post-orgasmic as Esau drives toward us. Come dribbles down my leg.
Kail already has his phone out, has sat back on the edge of Phyllis where we were only just fucking, and is scrolling as if we’re just out here smelling the flowers. I’m inclined to throw a rock at him.
“I have another text from him, from Esau,” he says. “He wants us to go visit a man and his warehouse. The man Rasmus suspects of importing bodies? He must have a good reason?”
I probably made agrrrnoise because he looks up.
“You okay there?” he asks, deadpan, before he cocks an eyebrow. The car pulls up, tires grinding grit. “I’ll go talk to him while you sneak in and shower.”
“Homicide averted,” I tell him. “Just.”
He almost cracks a proper smile before he turns and strides toward the car.
35
WAREHOUSE OF SHAME
It’s almost midnight, and here we are waiting outside a warehouse door to be allowed in to see a local crime lord. Though lord might be an exaggeration, considering the size of Revenant. It’s giving me extra time to contemplate the meaning of what I did to Hailey back at the cabin.
Why do I like scaring her, threatening her with a knife, mindfucking her by hinting I could fuck her with one? Is it because she likes it, too—the pretend threat? Is it that simple?
“Did it have to be midnight, Esau?” Hailey whispers.
I get why she’s whispering. This alley is so quiet and poorly lit. You might summon something demonic if you make too much noise or tap dance the wrong moves. A red pentagram graffitied on the wall reinforces that possibility.
“Yes, ma’am. That’s Zedder for you.” Esau smooths down his ponytail, then settles into standing with his hands clasped at the front.
Dustin Zedder of the Shredders.It rhymes. It’s a curious name for his gang of criminals.
“Zedder and the Shredders. Makes me think of a band name,” I murmur out loud in idle conversation. It’s getting boring here.
Esau chuckles quietly. “He likes his music and his drama. Be careful though. I’m kinda a friend, but he does have power in Revenant, and he’s good to have on your side. Rasmus read this all wrong. The man would not be shipping in bodies for the institute.”
“Got it.” I tuck my hands into my pockets. Black pants, dark gray hoodie with a white skull sketched on the back—my usual when I walk around where randoms might see me. Hailey is dressed in all black, while Esau wears a red sweater and jeans.
Some machinery powers to life inside, accompanied by a series of clangs. Someone shouts.
“He knows we’re here?” Hailey asks.
