I growl softly, a sound I only ever make when I’m in the middle of a kill, when my body’s already drenched in blood. Then I grab Chloe’s flimsy panties with both hands and rip them in half.
She shrieks and jolts against the sofa, but her arousal explodes, too, like I just crushed a rose bloom in my hand. And then all I can look at is her cunt: the dark, downy triangle of hair falling over the faint impression of her slit.
“Theo,” she breathes, and the sound of my name in that beautiful, musical voice is the only thing that could drag my gaze away from her pussy.
It’s worth it, though, because I see her face. Flushed, lips parted in ecstasy, eyes shining with trepidation.
I want to split her open. I want to scoop her blood out with my hands and smear it on my face, want to crawl inside her body and curl up there, nestled among her organs. But I also don’t want to kill her.
She’s staring at me, and there’s something pleading in her expression, the way people will look at me right before I kill them.Please, they say.Please don’t.
Chloe’s mouth parts, showing me her pink tongue.
Then she reaches down between our bodies and grazes her fingers across the top of my jeans.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please.”
Nodon’t.
And so I do.
15
CHLOE
Ithink I’m dreaming. It feels like a dream. This decaying cabin that’s somehow swept and tidy on the inside, the dim light from the faded, floral curtains covering the window. The glass of water, which tasted faintly steelish, like the lake.
A fucking murderer ripping my clothes off me like a hunting dog trying to get to its prey.
It’s exactly how I’ve always wanted to be fucked. Violently.
Now I’m naked on his sofa, the fabric rough against my bare back. My clit is throbbing to be touched, but Theo just stares down at me. He’s still fully dressed, still in that T-shirt and jeans, and I’m completely vulnerable. Completely at his mercy.
The idea makes my clit throb.
I think of all the terrible hook-ups I’ve had in my life, chasing a moment like this and never finding it.
“Please,” I whisper, hardly aware of my lips moving. Or my hand, for that matter, reaching to get at his cock. “Please.”
I still can’t bring myself to say it, though. I’ve never been able to.Please fuck me so hard it hurts. But I think he understands, because his eyes darken, and he shoves his fly down and reaches inside, rearranging things. Then he pulls out his cock.
It’s big. Big, and so hard that the skin seems to shine as it stretches around his thick girth. He’s almost as big as my dildo, the one that looks cartoonishly huge but is the only thing that’s ever come close to giving me what I crave.
I whimper softly, imagining how beautifully that cock is going to hurt. Even better, I think Theo likes it, because he smiles: a devilish, evil-looking grin. I wonder if he grins like that before he kills people.
I wonder, fleetingly, if he’s going to kill me. And to my shame, lust floods into my clit.
Theo growls and grabs his cock at its base and slides it between my folds, running his head up and down, gathering up the moisture seeping out from between my legs. He’s going too slow, although when he brushes my clit, I cry out and arch my back, and he stays there, grinding his cock down on me. I moan, my eyes rolling back, legs trembling, waiting for him to shove himself inside me.
But he doesn’t. He strokes my clit with his cockhead, moving in quick, swiping motions. Heat builds in my belly, hot and molten, and I lift my gaze to him again. He watches me intently, those icy blue eyes bearing into me as he starts to slap my clit with cock. My body jolts.
Thisis what I need.
“H-harder,” I pant, digging my nails into the couch.
He smiles again, dark and wicked. Then he quickens his pace, smacking his cock down over and over against my inflamed clit. I shriek, bucking into the pain of it, the pleasure building fast.
He’s going to make me come, I think in a daze. I wonder if he can sense that, too.
