Total pages in book: 187
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 924(@200wpm)___ 739(@250wpm)___ 616(@300wpm)
Hope that she may be able to avenge her father, and I will watch her every move with eager eyes, waiting for the moment when she finally cracks.
When fear and despair finally win.
And that goddamn wretched smile finally disappears off her face.
“F-fuck … it’s so tight,” she moans as I push her up against the table while I drive inside her.
I place a flat hand on her back and dip in deeper. “More. I need more. Give me fucking more, everything you have.”
She mewls when I thrust in fully, but as her nails dig into the wood, she finally makes the leap toward the gun.
And my heart nearly jumps out of my chest with excitement.
“That’s it, little rose. Take it. Take what belongs to you like I’m taking what belongs to me.”
She holds it like someone who’s never held a gun before, and I’m almost certain that’s the case. But I know this little vixen can do it.
Violence lives and breathes in her veins just like mine, like a monster scratching at the walls, and all I need to do is coax it out of her until it seeps from her pores.
“You … you …” she grits, lifting the gun as I thrust into her, deeper each time, stretching her to the limit.
“Yes. Feed me your fucking hate, little rose, because I cannot survive without it.”
Slowly but surely, she points the gun at his face.
“Don’t do this,” Ferry says. “Please.”
“Do you see the monster behind the man?” I groan, pushing in until I’m balls deep and groaning with delight. “Do you feel the thrill of the kill before it happens?”
I lean over her, caressing her back as I slowly close in on her ear. “Shoot. Kill him. Right between the eyes. Show him the murderous demon that hides beneath your skin.”
With sweat drops rolling down her neck, she points it at his eyes, her hands shaking as her fingers curl around the trigger.
“Please, let me go,” Ferry begs. “Please. Kill him instead. He’s the one making you do this.”
Ferry points at me, and I grin from his blatant attempt to change her fixation.
But he doesn’t understand how deeply I’ve infested her brain, her mind, her heart.
The gun is still in her hands, still the one focal point as if she’s thought of nothing but murder since she laid eyes on it.
“You can listen to him … kill me then … you don’t have the heart,” I whisper, burying myself to the hilt while I moan along with her. “Or you can listen to me … and end his miserable little life like he deserves.”
She shudders in place, torn between her wish to kill and her inability to.
Because I know what’s been bothering her all this time now.
The desire is so strong she can barely contain it, yet that fucking smile prevents her from going all the way.
But I will make her lose that innocence.
“If it wasn’t for him, your father would still be alive today,” I whisper into her ear. “You want to kill me? Show me you can do it.”
I pull back, leaning up to grip her ass as I thrust in deeply, coaxing out another moan.
My hand dives between her legs, and I roll my fingers around her wetness, applying ample pressure with each thrust. Her hand begins to shake more vigorously with every thrust.
“I can’t,” she mutters.
“Yes, you can,” I retort, going faster and faster.
“Now come, little rose,” I say. “Come and you will find the relief you so badly crave.”
She mewls along with every pounding, every fleshly connection between our souls, until our sweat mingles and our hearts beat in sync to our darkest desires.
And as I pull her off the table to meet me in my deranged fantasies, I bite down into her shoulder while pushing her over the edge.
BANG!
The moment her clit thumps, the gun goes off, and a loud moan escapes her mouth.
Blood sprays from his face, onto the table, onto her, and I lick up the mixture of blood, sweat, and tears right off her skin as my own climax begins. Howling, I cover her mouth with one hand to prevent the squeal from rolling off her tongue while I grip her hip with the other and thrust in deeply, coming inside her.
One. Two. Three more thrusts and I’m spent.
But my God …
“Death becomes you,” I whisper.
CRYSTAL
I stare at my bloodied hands and the weapon that fits so neatly between my fingers like it was made for me and me alone.
But it isn’t. This is his weapon I’m holding. His gun that I shot that man with.
I look up at the body in front of me. The man once named Ferry, now a hollow corpse, blood spraying from his forehead, eyes dull and lifeless.
I killed a man.
I ended someone’s life.
And I can’t. Fucking. Breathe.