“If you want to go, I’ll take you.”
His fingers slide down and reach my ass, squeezing a cheek. The slow erotic massage sets a fire inside my gut. He lifts my hand, spits on it, and tells me with a dominant growl, “Now take my cock out and make it drip with precum.”
My mind turns blank, but my fumbling fingers are already on it. It takes a few extra seconds but I unbutton his jeans and release his very stiff dick. My wet hand wraps around it and starts jerking it off. It feels so smooth and hard and thick. Can’t believe I was able to take all of it inside me.
“Get more saliva on the tip.” His hips are thrusting up as I work him. I open my mouth and let my spit fall onto the crown, loving the sight of it.
His chest is heaving, the smell of his sweat and cum is filling my nose, and his dick looks so damn delicious I want to taste it.
My head is yanked upward when Ezra grabs the back of my hair. His mouth attacks mine, tongue invading, teeth sinking. He is all that I can taste, feel, smell, and touch.
“Does it hurt?” he asks over my lips as one of his fingers finds my entrance and slides all the way inside. I swallow hard and shake my head. I felt a light sting, nothing I can’t bear. He adds another finger and starts fucking me with them roughly.
“Don’t stop beating me off,” he commands me. My hand is moving, but I’m too taken by his fingers and his mouth, I can’t concentrate.
He suddenly stands up, lets my feet find the ground, and then like in a movie, he uses his arm to shove everything off the counter. Boxes of food, plates, bottles, and glasses all hit the floor. I don’t have time to say anything because in the next second, he bends me over the counter again and yanks my ass up. I’m on my tiptoes when he pulls his hoodie up and gives two smacks right on my bare butt cheek.
A screaming moan rips out of me as I let my torso fall on the hard surface. His hand fists my hair and pulls me half up,forcing my hand on the counter. How does he know all my sexual fantasies? How does he know what I desire?
“First, I’ll fuck and fill this gaping hole right here against the counter.”
Yes!
“Then I’ll take you to the shower and have another go at your dripping ass.”
Gods, yes.
“I’ll turn you into a moaning mess that belongs only to me.” He spreads my ass and spits before I feel his tip kissing my entrance.
I already belong to him is my last thought as he slowly pushes his cock all the way inside me.
seven
EZRA
I’ve always had a misanthropic view of human nature. Why? Because the most dangerous fucking creatures on this planet are humans. And I’m one of them. For me, people are just meat sacks, a pile of flesh and lard, easy to kill.
I started unaliving people way before I was allowed to drink. Turning into a hitman is kind of ironic, since that was the goal of the Blood Assassin Project. So, Sully was right the scientists were successful—in a way. I smirk.
I’m perfect for this job, excelling at it even—my conscience is clean because I have no conscience. It keeps my easily bored nature entertained. My mind rebels at stagnation, and since I faked my death, it has been hard. Lying low, only taking the occasional contract. Not wanting to leave Sully for too long.
But when life gives you evil become a nightmare. And mynightmareside demands retribution. I usually kill fast and clean, but not this time. This time I’ll enjoy ripping this fucker’sballs out in pieces and scattering them across the continent, flattening his tiny dick and tossing it in the sewer. Except the tip, that I’ll feed to a murder of crows.
Another whimper filled with pain resounds in the abandoned warehouse as I grab another arrow from the quiver on the floor. Jacob is twenty feet away in front of me, hanging upside down from a metal beam, a rope around his feet keeps him dangling in the air. I tied his hands behind his back and am currently using him as target practice.
“You’re a monster,” he whispers, snot dripping down his bloody nose, gravity pushes it over his forehead. Is he talking about my mask or just the fact that I’m torturing him?
The bruise on his eye turned black. Is this how Rentalkedto him? I like his style.
“It takes one to know one, Jacob.” I position the arrow on the bow. “But I’m actually treating you like a human, one who enjoys scaring and hurting what’s mine.”
I release the arrow, watching it fly and pierce his foot. He has another one sticking out of his shoulder and one in his arm. I’m making him suffer obviously—before getting to the killing part. Deserving or not isn’t really the point here. I want him to feel triple the pain he inflicted to my little chick.
I can almost hear Sully’s screaming voice again. I was on my way to the oak tree outside his dorm when Jacob attacked him. Fury threatens to consume me as I remember seeing him on the ground, moaning in pain as I reached them. I’m glad he stopped me from strangling this fucker, because now I can have some fun.
Just the memory of a shivering Sully in my arms, the smell of terror and panic tainting his luscious scent, ignites a cold murdering craze inside me.
“I told you it was me in the car, but I just wanted to scare him. I swear,” he gasps out. “Yesterday, I just lost it because of Ren. I didn’t mean to hurt him.”
