With a tight grip on his hand, we walk until we get to his car, where a short pretty Black man is waiting, his hands on his hips. I recognize him as Hill’s roommate.
When he sees me, his eyes widen and he darts his eyes over to Hill. “Where did you find a supermodel?”
Hill huffs a laugh. “Long story.” He tosses his keys to the man, who climbs behind the wheel and starts the car.
Turning to me, Hill looks down at where he cut me, a hiss leaving his lips. “Does it hurt?” My little psycho presses hard into my wound, making a grunt leave my lips, the pain making my dick throb in my pants.
“Nah. Feels good.” I press him against the car until I’m looming over him. “You lied to me, Hill.”
“Kinda had to.” Now that he’s coming down from his orgasm high, fear enters his gaze.
“Denton Graff.”
“Huh?” he asks, his face a mask of confusion.
“Look him up. Then call me.”
Before he can try to stab me in the gut for seeing too much, I give him a quick kiss, then run in the opposite direction toward my car.
When I’m behind the wheel, I pull out my dick and stroke myself hard and fast. I could wait until I get home, but there’s no way I can drive with my dick as hard as it is.
A groan bursts from me as I close my eyes and think about what just happened. Hill is a killer. He’s done it before. There’s no way he could have been that proficient as a newbie.
He’s so fucking perfect. There’s no way I’m going to let him go. He became mine when he pulled that knife across that man’s throat.
Forcing my eyes open, I look down at my stomach where blood trickles down my skin, pasting my shirt to my body.
“Fucking fuck,” I shout when my cock explodes, shooting wave after wave of my release over my steering wheel. I look down at the mess I made and can’t help but smile.
My little psycho. I can’t wait to see how the future unfolds for us.
A match made in hell, indeed.
Chapter Ten
Hill
I haven’t gottenany sleep in days. I’ve also been ignoring Menace’s texts.
He saw me kill someone.
I half expect the police to come bursting through my door to drag me away and lock me up for murder. But nothing happens.
Well, nothing but me swimming in a sea of paranoia.
How could he watch kill a man, then jerk me off? I was so shocked and in my head that the implications of what I’d done hadn’t sunk in.
The only saving grace is that Menace collected all of my cum on his tongue so none of my DNA was left behind, as well as jamming the cameras in the club so I wasn’t seen with Todd. Someone might be able to describe me in some way, but I think with the club being so dark and most people drunk out of their minds, I’m provided some cover.
Lucian was not happy when I told him that Menace saw me kill Todd. He looked at me as hard as he could while driving, his face a mask of anger.
“He saw you?” he roared, his hands gripping the steering wheel hard.
“Yeah, but he won’t say anything, I know it,” I defended, though I didn’t know shit. Just because he jacked my dick didn’t mean he wouldn’t tell the police what I did. Hell, he could have left some DNA behind on purpose just so I will go to prison.
But why would he want that? I thought we had a connection, something besides murder that tied us together. We got along, had a few things in common, and the sex was out of this world. Is that enough to keep me from getting locked up?
Lucian gave me his most scathing look, and I almost crumbled under the scrutiny. “He might be a famous model, but he could still be a snitch. What will you do if the cops come banging at our door, asking where you were on the night of the murder?”
