“No matter what you hear. Don’t move, songbird. I will set you free.” I lick alongside her jugular. She lets out a soft breath. Her salty skin gives me the feral boost needed to get the job done. Isn’t just for me anymore. It’s for her too.
I place her shaking hands over her ears and plant a tender kiss on her forehead despite wanting to ravage her like a fuckin’ animal. Gotta keep my shit together for her. For the first time, I see clearly. The demons are hungry for blood, and Pearsonwill
oblige. He owes us blood for blood. Don’t think she fully grasps how close she was to being used for the Void. I saywasbecause I’dneverlet that fuckin’ happen.
I stalk towards him. The fucker is too out of it to notice the bloodlust I crave. His head is slumped to the side. His eyes flutter open, but burst blood vessels cloud his sight. Such a useless fuck. If I had a reason to unalive him before, my reason just got that much bigger. He dismantled Vesper piece by fuckin’ piece. I didn’t plan for this shit.
“My sister,” I mock. The blade rests under his chin, and I force his eyes to me with it. “You stole her from me. She’s mine!” A guttural snarl leaves my throat as I invade his space. Can tell he knows he’s fucked. A loud trickle pulls my attention and I look down. A puddle of piss lays under his seat. I sneer in disgust. The fucker pissed himself.
Fuckin’ disgusting.
“You scared, Pearson?” I tilt my head and turn the blade so it cuts into his chin. He whimpers and hyperventilates. His entire body undulates.Good. He should fear me.
“I-I-have only ever wanted that was best for her,” he stutters under the pressure.
Sweat breaks out over his bloody brow.
He’s pissing me off trying to justify his bullshit reasoning. “You lied to her, hid her from me. She will know who she truly is. I assure you,” I threaten.
He lets out a harrowed scream.
A slow smile spreads across my lips. “All that hard work? Gone. Years of training her?
Gone.”
Bloody tears trickle down his cheek. “You’re unwell, Zain. Please, I love you. Get help.”
His words are like poison on his tongue. Love me? No one ever fuckin’lovedme.
Until her…
“Fuck you and yourlove,” I whisper in a mocking, invidious sneer. I turn the blade upward and jam it deep into his maw. Blood pours down the handle, painting my skin. I twist until his eyes bulge and he gargles. His breathing becomes shallow, and I rue the moment the light leaves his eyes. He slumps against the chair.
He bleeds out for several minutes. Love watching him suffer. My eyes skirt back over to my songbird. Her hands are still over her ears as instructed. Her red plunge dress hugs her body, and despite the fact I just fucked her, I’m eager to take her again.
Pearson’s body leaves a puddle of blood at my feet, coating my Edward Green leather oxfords. My hands, arms, and chest are covered in blood and splatter. I feel like Patrick Bateman in all his glory.
A sick desire flickers through me. The biggestfuck youyet. For her. I approach Vesper and remove her hands from her ears. She will relish in what comes next, and if she doesn’t, I sure as fuck will.
I kneel and remove her blindfold. She blinks a few times, adjusting to the light. Her eyes go wide when she takes in my appearance. Her eyes flicker from me to the only father she’s ever known—a dead, mutilated corpse in her wingback chair. She’s never gonna see this bedroom the same again.
I cock my head and lick my lips like a predator. That’s what I am. I prey on her weakness and keep her for my own. Her protectorandcorruptor. Fitting.
My demons should be sated, but they’re drawn to her like a moth to flame. I allow her a single fuckin’ second to take in the scene before her before I drag her body over toPearson’s pool of blood. She gasps as I roughly handle her and slam her onto the sanguine fluid. “Let me christen you. One last ‘fuck you’ to our father. “Her chest heaves. She’s never looked more beautiful than she does right now. Her body is splayed out like an offering on the cold, bloody floor. Blood sticks to her dark tendrils. She slides and slips in the blood as I rip at her dress and panties, desperate to free her from their confines.
“Make it hurt,” she rasps harshly.
My eyes glint with unspent desire and sexual rage. Her body slides along the pool of blood, painting her creamy white skin. I free my cock from its confines and slap my palm in the blood, using it as lube. I stroke my cock, running my fingers up and down the piercings a few times. Her lips part, and I see the needy glint in her eye. I look down at her glistening, bloody cunt and spit on it. She gasps.
Surprised, songbird? You shouldn’t be, you know exactly how sick I am.
I use my hands to splay her open wide and force my painfully hard cock inside her. Blood provides the best lubricant. Sick, twisted, and delightful. Feeds my fucked-up desires. Her body tenses, and her hardened, bloody peaks jerk with each thrust. She slides, and I grip her hips pulling her back onto my length.
“Zain!” she cries out, and it’s a litany I’ve longed to hear. I know I’m being rough. Just like she asked. I can’t stop. Not till she’s a bleeding, broken, crying mess.
My cock swells inside her. I’m on the verge of spilling already, but I don’t want this shit to be over.
Tears mist her eyes. Tears of fuckin’ pleasure and reverence forme.Her brother. Her family.
