Still, I don’t let him go.
My grin sharpens as I snake a hand around his waist and drag him closer, sliding it under his shirt to rub his bare skin. He’s warm and soft, giving me flashbacks of the night we spent together. I fucking loved touching him. He was putty in my hands. His smooth skin branded itself on my brain, a memory I won’t soon forget.
“What did he do?” I ask, stroking lightly over his flesh.
“Menace…” He repeats, sounding almost like he’s in distress.
If he’s thinking like I would in his position, he’s probably wondering if he should kill me since I saw what he did. But I wouldn’t dream of turning Hill in. He just proved to me that our connection wasn’t just some sexual fluke. He’s just like me.
We’re a match made in hell.
He presses his knife harder into my belly and I hiss, but I don’t let him go. Instead, I tip his chin up so he’s looking me in the eye. “Tell me, my little psycho.”
“Rapist,” he breathes out. “He drugged people and assaulted them.”
I hum, impressed that he took a criminal off the streets. “Good call.”
“Menace, I don’t…”
I look at him as I fiddle with the button of his pants. “I love when you say my name. Loved watching you work even more.”
Hill gasps, though I’m not sure if it’s from my confession or because I wrap my hand around his cock. His eyes grow heavy lidded, and he raises his free hand to grip my bicep.
The sound of sirens fills my ears, but I don’t stop. I want my fucking prize before we flee the scene.
My hand moves over his shaft, tugging him until he’s fully erect. “God, you’re amazing, you know that?”
He breathes a laugh that turns into a moan and his eyelids flutter shut. “So I’ve been told. Faster, Menace. I’ve never…I’ve never come by a body before.”
My dick gets so hard that it could split bricks through a mountain of diamonds. “Have you wanted to?”
Hill pulls in a deep breath that’s broken by a groan when I collect the precum from his crown with my thumb. The blade presses in more, the cold steel causing a flush to bloom over my skin. Wetness trickles down my skin and my dick gives an almost violent twitch.
“Answer me, baby,” I say, spitting between us so I can wet him up, making the hand job better.
“Fuck…” Hill’s hips move as he fucks the circle of my fist. “Yes, I have.”
A feral sound rips from my throat and I take his lips in a greedy kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I jerk him harder, rougher.
The sirens grow louder, but he makes no move to extract himself from my arms. Fucking someone after a kill is a fantasy I’ve had in the back of my mind for ages. Why the fuck would I let something pesky like the cops stop that?
“You’re my first,” he says, pushing my arousal to untold heights. “The first one to touch me after I’ve finished a kill. I’ve always wanted to kill, then come. You gonna make me come, Menace?”
I cup his chin, tipping his head back so I can meet his eyes. “Fuck yes, little psycho. I want you to blow your load all over my hand. Let me feel it.”
I’m not worried about anyone coming to see what the trouble is. Hill and his target walked far enough away from the club that they’re almost in an area where the cops don’t rush to get here.They might have heard his screams, though. It’s not exactly a residential area, but it’s not abandoned either.
“Menace and Little Psycho,” he breathes, raising his chin higher and running his pretty pink tongue across his full bottom lip. “Cute.”
I sink my hand around the back of his pants so I can push a finger into his ass. That’s when I realize he’s not wearing underwear.
Smirking, I ask, “Freeballing for your murder spree tonight?” I lick the shell of his ear, pulling a hissed moan from him.
“A spree means different bodies in multiple locations,” he whispers in a sex slick voice, then inclines his head to the body a few feet from us. “I only have the one.” His free hand rests on my waist, spasming in time to my strokes.
“True. Tell me,” I say as twisting my hand to roll my thumb over his cockhead again, making him groan low in his throat, “why did you lie to me?”
He pants a few breaths, but doesn’t answer, so I tighten my grip on his shift, pulling a surprised moan from him. My little psycho leans heavily against the wall, pushing his hips closer. “Do that again,” he pants, his hands tight on my hips.
