The blood eventually wears off my wheels, but it appears to have made the squeaking one thousand times worse. At this point, it sounds like it's trying to wake the dead. And althoughI may be a big guy, I’ve only got so many arms and looking at the contents of my trolley, I most definitely would not be able to carry all of this back. So, instead of getting pissed off at the screaming metal, I join in and harmonise with it, matching its painful pitch with my own.
It doesn’t take long for the distinct noise of another set of footsteps to join the symphony. And I momentarily consider how badass an apocalyptic choir would sound.
Of course, I knew all this racket would catch the attention of some strays. I said I was crazy, not stupid and this crazy fucker over here wouldn’t mind some more of that adrenaline rush I felt when I was caving that guy’s skull in for touching my girl’s stuff.
The music gets louder, faster as the steps get more hurried. Right until they reach my back and I turn, the trolley wheels suddenly halt as if waiting for the drop. Paper-thin skin shifts under my grip as I use my strength to lift the fucker trying to destroy my peace. His neck is fragile and he instantly starts clawing at my knuckles as he stays extended in the air.
He’s a relatively small guy, his bones protrude more than a healthy person's would, and I see the hunger shining in his eyes. It’s the only thing there, any fear long since replaced by desperation.
Maybe I'd feel sorry for the guy if the circumstances were different. But he saw the mask I wear and he still chose to try, although rather pathetically, to attack me from behind.
Calmly, I bring my other hand to his neck, gripping it tightly as he continues thrashing, and then I hear it, the beautiful addition to the symphony of the apocalypse.
The sound of a neck snapping.
Chapter twenty-six
Liam
It doesn’t take me long to find her. Drawn to Isla like two magnets, I find my girl immediately as I enter the hallway, her pacing back and forth noticeable the second I round the corner.
What has my princess so wound up that she is unable to rest?
I left the supplies downstairs as to not get blood all over them. Maybe a small part of me knew that now wasn’t the right time to present her with them, maybe I just knew.
I don’t bother to dim the sound of my echoing footsteps as I make my way to her — my pacing beauty. But too lost in her racing thoughts, Isla doesn’t notice me, and that will not do.
I quicken my pace, done trying to be gentle and snake my arm across her chest from behind. She hasn’t managed to get a lookat who I am but I bet she has a pretty good guess as she decides not to fight my hold too much.
Over the past few weeks we have fallen into a routine of me finding her unawares and caught off guard. And to say she loves it would be an understatement.
My needy girl.
Again, it’s not something I’m surprised about since my girl saw me — a masked man — in an abandoned building and instead of running in the opposite direction, she stood and drooled over my impressive back muscles. Well, she didn’t admit to the last part, but the way she clawed at my back did all the talking for her.
Isla lets out a pained moan as I bring my other hand to tilt her head sideways, bearing her neck for me.
I’m still wearing my mask, a decision I am very glad I made when I came up here because fuck is there something primal about touching my girl like this. I can’t get enough of her, the feel of her body against mine, the sound of her panted breaths as she cums and oh fuck the sweetness of her cunt on my tongue.
This incredible woman makes me feral and I would do anything she demanded.
There's no question about it, Isla is wearing the metaphorical pants in this relationship, and I'd be a lying man if I said it doesn’t turn me on. I’d rip anyone in half without a second thought if they even thought about touching her, but I know the fire that burns inside her would do the same and that’s one of the many reasons why I am obsessed with her.
‘Have you been good today?’ I ask, trailing my mask up the side of her neck.
‘That depends…’ she pauses and I feel her lips shift into a devious grin. ‘What would you class as good?’
Oh my princess loves to test me.
‘I think you know, baby.’
I grip her tighter, plastering her back against me and her ass nestles perfectly against my groin and growing erection. Her hips immediately sway, causing her to grind against me in a painfully good manoeuvre.
Fuck she kills me every time.
We’ve not had sex since being in the stadium but whenever I think about it we’ve not needed it. Or more accurately, neither of us has lasted long enough to get to that stage yet.
It’s like we’ve both returned to our carnal urges and Isla is a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Fuck half the time she’s jumping me for a quickie in a storage cupboard whilst she thinks no one is looking our way — I’ve caught more than one questioning glance from passers by but they quickly fuck off when I make eye contact. No fucker is making my horny princess feel bad about taking what she wants from me.
