The music booms in my ears, and it’s giving me a fucking headache. My hands are sticky with blood, and the material of my shirt is also done for—making me want to crawl out of my skin, but not before I get what’s mine and skin the fucker that dared to touch her.
Touch what’s mine.
I’m surrounded by drunk idiots celebrating their fucking—I don’t give a fuck; my goal is selfish and for me only. Kai’s voice cuts through the music, warning the partygoers, but it does the opposite. It only shows the masked men who work for ODM and me along with them, his location. Following the masked men through the crowd, I use the commotion of the dance floor, the smoke, and the grinding bodies to keep relatively hidden as more fake blood drips from the ceiling, making me even stickier than I already am.
I hate it.
Moving behind the one closest to Kai, I use the two big guys dressed as wrestlers for leverage and Sparta-kick him straight to the ground as my boot connects with his spine. The two dickheads are too drunk to care and simply move out of my way to talk to a girl dressed in nothing but a sheer dress and a short pink wig that glows in the dark. Fuck, even her make-up glows under the dim light. It makes her look more like a highlighter than whatever the fuck she’s supposed to be dressed as. I focus my attention on the man I’m currently stomping into the ground, my hair falling messily over my forehead with each connecting hit.
I like the chaos, but this—I LOVE.
It takes a couple more connecting boots to his face before he finally grows still, and when I turn, a girl dressed in a Catwoman costume tries to smile and touch me with her filthy hands. Nothing like a swift movement of my hand to shove her to the side.
“Hands off, bitch,” I mutter, not bothering with apologizing—my body is off limits. I only belong to her. My fuckingXena Bean. She’s lucky I’m running tight on time; otherwise, I would have cut off her hands for touching what doesn’t belong to her and gifted them to my world as a sign of devotion.
To show my Xena that her monster is hers and only hers.
This obsession—this sickness—only thrives within her. For her.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Kai almost slip before he takes off running outside. My lips curl into a smile. I always enjoy a good hunt, and my best bet at finding my girl is finding his bitch. Another guy follows behind him, but he's stopped when partygoers surround him, dancing around him even as he tries to duck around them.
I don’t waste my time squashing insects, and instead, follow my prey into the fields. Outside, the atmosphere is the same,red lights flash, mechanical scarecrows do their best to frighten everyone, but I’m the one they should fear. They unleashed a monster whose heart only feels for my little junkie…Everyone else is just noise in the background of my world…
Nothing else matters…
I follow Kai through the thick maze of corn stalks, bumping into couples who fuck in the darkness as smoke curls around them. My dick jolts with excitement, sensing my girl is near—another couple sees me covered in blood, and I can’t hear what they say due to the music, and well, they are a distance away. But whatever it is, it is enough to have them scrambling, only to be met by the buzzing sound of a chainsaw.
Feminine screams fill the air alongside the sound of the roaring chainsaw cutting through the man's shoulder. His face is contorted into a frozen scream, and the girl stands frozen with a stream of piss dripping down her leg and onto the ground. The sight truly is something fascinating—but I keep moving. I could have helped her, but I've never been that kind. Thanks to the little distraction, I almost lost sight of Kai.
Almost.
But just as he cuts a corner, I run right behind him, careful enough to keep my distance while dodging fucking couples. You'll be surprised how many there are fucking in this field. It’s like the outside world doesn’t even exist—just human depravity at its finest. I like it.
The music picks up, the scarecrows let out their mechanical laughter, and just as Kai steps out into a clearing, I freeze as I catch sight of what’s mine. My girl. Standing over a man with a machete in hand, and that has blood running straight into my dick. Fuck, little junkie.
I don’t make myself known, though. There's something about the way she stands that has the psychopath inside me humming with joy. Her small demands, and then Kai speaks and ruins thewet dream. They go back and forth, but just as my little junkie opens her mouth to speak, I allow her to see me.
Her eyes find me immediately—that connection snapping like a live wire. Placing my finger on my lips. I motion for her to be quiet, but my little junkie is one very bad girl. “Roman, no!” she shouts, and my body halts at her demand, giving Tokyo enough time to realize that death was only seconds away. I smile as I wave, my gaze snapping back to my little junkie as she walks towards me.
She’s shaky, all sweaty, and I’ve seen this look before. Withdrawals.
My jaw locks so tight I grind my teeth, forgetting about Kai and Tokyo and moving towards what’s mine. She needs me, fuck everything else. She jumps into my arms, weakly of course, but it’s okay—I’m strong enough for both of us.
“Ro,” she breathes into my skin as she inhales me as if I might disappear. Just before I lose myself and get high off my addiction, I grab the machete that she holds on to. Now, I give her full and undivided attention. If those two were any kind of smart, they would run because I fear that they are about to see me give my little junkie just what the little fiend needs. A shot of peniscelin. Xena wastes no time grinding on me, kissing me, her tears land hot on my cool skin. My hand cups her ass as I walk her towards the darkest corner of the field.
“What do you need, baby?” I rasp out, my voice is heavy with need. “You,” she whines just as her hand slips behind my waistband.
Fuck.
The moment her hand connects with my skin, all common sense leaves my body and awareness—only on her.
Don’t be shocked, I’m aware that I’m sick and that she’s an addict.
Her hand greedily strokes my cock, hard and fast… just like the itch crawling beneath her skin. “Make me feel you,” she breathes. “Please.”
“No need to beg for what’s yours, take it.”
That's all my girl needs, and of course, with a little help from me, I drive myself inside her. The feeling has my balls drawing tight, and the heat coming from inside burns my cock while she blesses it with her arousal. She’s fucking dripping for me.
