How May I Please You (The Darkest Kink #2) (The Darkest Kink Duet)

Chapter 12

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twelve

Rage scorchesmy veins as I try to push the gas pedal through the floorboard of my truck. The engine roars like a lion on four wheels, catapulting us forward as we hit the street and swerve around the corner. I run a red light, seeing nothing but my destination as I go, and Journey sits beside me silently. The two of us are a match made in hell because we feed off one another. Knowing she won”t reach over and grab the steering wheel to try to stop me only makes me want to defend her more. Nobody else could be this perfect for me. No one else could sit next to a madman breaking traffic law after traffic law and love every second of it, especially knowing the way this will end. When I get to where I’m going, we both know it won”t be anything pretty.

I swear it’s going to be fucking hideous.

I reach the other side of The Black Collar in what feels like only a few seconds of driving, and bring the truck to a stop at the end of the alley. There are barely any lights on my end, and even less in the alley itself, so I open my door knowing there’s almost no chance of cameras being in this area. Music beats against the walls loud enough for us to hear it, so I know the noise we make will be drowned out. Good.

What I’m about to do will be in the dark, so the only thing I need to be concerned with is witnesses walking past the alley on either end. Fuck it. If they see something they’re not supposed to, I have Journey to cover me. She’s a fucking detective. We can get to anybody if we really need to. Witnesses are only witnesses if they can speak.

Journey and I get out of the car together, holding hands as we stalk down the obsidian alley. In the darkness, the asshole from the club comes into view just before the halfway point, and when he recognizes us, he chuckles to himself.

“Oh, what is this shit? You bring your whore to protect you while you try to confront me in the fucking alley?” he blares, raising his arms as if challenging me.

He’s unafraid, which I commend him for. The only problem is that the lack of fear has nothing to do with the outcome. Plenty of people have gone into battle fearlessly and died horrendous deaths.

I let go of Journey’s hand so that mine can curl into a fist as I keep walking, not saying a word. Nothing I want to say requires me to speak. When I don”t respond to him, the unnamed asshole fills the silence with his own words.

“You really wanna do this?” he asks, this time with a little quiver in his voice. Maybe his bravery is a front after all, but it’s too late now. Dread will neither protect nor save him.

As we finally come together, my heart pounds in my chest, rattling all of my organs as aggression brings my blood to a boil. I lock eyes with him one last time, just before I take off in a full sprint that brings our bodies colliding together. I lower my shoulder and slam it into his gut, lifting him entirely off the ground in a tackle that would make any linebacker proud. We hit the ground with a thunderous thud that bounces his head on the concrete like a basketball.

“Fuck!” he screams, trying to get me off by flailing his arms.

You would think that someone talking so much shit to a bouncer would know how to fight. To my surprise, this prick is just like any other asshole looking to bully strangers on the street. He’s arrogant and used to getting his way—used to talking shit to people and being ignored. His parents probably let him cry his way out of everything when he was a kid, so now he’s a fucking asshole as an adult. Well mommy and daddy can’t save him now. No one can.

Instead of swinging my arms like an insufferable jackass, I swing once, curling my hand into a fist and bringing it crashing down on his face like an anvil. His head bounces against the ground again as blood splashes from his nose like a water balloon bursting. His hands suddenly stop flailing and slam against his face, his eyes cinching closed in agony as he screams.

“Shut the fuck up,” I yell, before lowering my mouth to his ear and whispering. “Stop screaming, or I promise I’ll get the knife from my truck and cut your fucking tongue out.”

“You broke my fucking nose,” he bellows in response, still holding his face and writhing beneath me.

I turn to Journey and don”t even have to say it. My Little Devil grins and turns on her heel, speed walking to the truck. As she goes, I turn my attention back to the man still struggling under my weight.

“You called my Little Devil a whore,” I say as I wrench his hands away from his face and bring my forehead down, slamming it against his nose in a vicious headbutt.

He screams again just as Journey returns holding a switchblade from the glove compartment of my truck. She forces it into my hand while simultaneously replacing my hand with hers to hold the guy’s arm down.

“No! Get the fuck off me!” he screams at the top of his lungs when he realizes what is about to happen. It’s too late now. He should”ve realized I wasn’t kidding when I warned him before.

“I told you,” I growl as I position myself higher so I can hold his other arm with my knee instead of my hand. “I said to stop screaming, but you refuse to listen … and you called her a fucking whore, you motherfucker.”

“Oh, god! No. Please stop!”

“Oh, I will. As soon as I’m done keeping my promise. Say ahh.”

The unknown man screams one last time, just before I wrap my fist around the handle of the knife and use it to beat him over the face. I hit him once, twice, three times before he finally stops squirming. His eyes close as the muscles in his neck go limp, his head slumping to the side.

“Oh my god,” Journey says, looking down on him with a smile on her lips and joy dancing in her eyes. “I thought he would never shut up.”

Finally, with no concern for being bitten, I pull the guy’s bottom jaw down and grab hold of his tongue between two fingers.

“He’s going to shut up,” I reply. “For good.”

Holding his tongue in one hand and the switchblade in the other, I slash the blade across his tongue, severing it nearly in half. One half slithers back into his mouth while the other falls by his ear. Blood shoots from the wound and I have to clamp his mouth back shut to keep it from getting on me. He may choke to death on the liquid, but I’m much more worried about my outfit being ruined than I am about his chances of survival. If he does live, he’ll remember not to talk shit to strangers, because talking will be much, much harder for him from now on.

I wipe the blade of my knife off on his clothes before tucking it away in my pocket as I stand up. Journey gets to her feet and looks down on the unconscious body that now has a steady stream of blood coming from the side of his mouth.

“I thought you were going to kill him,” Journey says.

“Nah. I’m not in the mood to hide a corpse or worry about it being found.”

“And what if he calls the cops? He could ID us.”

“I thought you were the cops,” I answer with a smirk. There are perks to dating a detective, and when Journey understands what I’m saying, she grins, too.

Journey lets out a sigh. “Okay. Then put it in his hand,” she says, still looking down.

“What?”

“His tongue. Put it in his hand so that when he wakes up it’s there to answer the question of why his mouth is in so much pain.”

I grin. “Oh, you”re just downright diabolical, aren’t you?”

“Just following your lead, Sir.”

“I fucking love it.”

As my Baby Girl suggested, I take the severed tongue and place it in his palm for him to discover when he wakes up. He’ll be in for quite the surprise, and I wish I could be here to see it.

When I stand up, I look at Journey and find her eyes fixated on me.

“You’re un-fucking-believable,” she tells me. “You did all of this for me?”

“Of course I did. You know I would never allow someone to disrespect you. You are mine, Little One. What kind of Dom would I be if I let some fucking prick standing outside of a club talk down to you? Never, Journey. I would never let that happen. Plus, it feels good to let it out from time to time. It feels phenomenal to act on how I feel.”

“I fucking love you so much,” she says, stepping forward to place her hands on my belt. “And now I want to act on how I feel.”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want to do.”

“I want you in my mouth, Sir. Right here, right now. Can I please you?”

I turn my head, glancing at both ends of the alley to make sure we’re still in the clear.

“Do it,” I reply. “Let me in that fucking mouth. Show me how happy you are that you belong to me.”

“Mmm, yes Sir.”

I bite my lip as I watch the love of my life drop to her knees in a skin-tight dress without caring for it at all. She is unbothered by her discomfort because pleasing me is what matters to her most. Fuck, I’m a lucky man.

Journey fiddles with my belt, unfastening it quickly and making her way through my zipper in a hurry. My stiff erection drops out of the opening like it was fighting for air, and the second it shows itself, Journey plunges forward, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

I throw my head back. “Fuck.”

Journey moans as she sucks me, the sound of her making me even harder. I close my eyes at first, falling into the bliss of her tongue working its way up my shaft before blanketing my head. But when I open my eyes, I get to watch her do it. I see when she pulls me out of her mouth, looking up at me as she runs her tongue up the underside until it comes to a stop at my slit. Her eyes bore into mine and it sends a pulse of pleasure up my spine that makes me have to grip a nearby dumpster.

“Your fucking mouth feels so good,” I tell her. “Keep it up and I’m going to explode in it.”

“Yeah? Do it then,” she commands, suddenly taking control over me. “Detonate in my fucking mouth. Make me swallow it right here in the alley. Right next to the man you beat half to death for me. Give me your cum. I want it now.”

Journey shoves my cock back in her mouth and begins a lethal combination of sucking the head and twisting both of her hands in opposite directions on my shaft. The sensation hits me like an arrow to the stomach, nearly folding me in half. I hunch over, my mouth gaped open wide enough to suck up all the oxygen in the alley as I gasp like I’m dying.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I exclaim, gripping the dumpster hard enough to bend the metal. “I’m about to come down your fucking throat, Little Devil. Oh fuck. You”re going to make me fucking come.”

Journey doesn”t slow down or let up for a single second. She keeps going, sucking and twisting, stealing my soul from my body with her perfection, and I absolutely unload. I ignite and erupt like a fucking volcano, my cum exploding out of me so hard I can barely stand. I buckle forward and have to grip her head just to keep myself upright.

Once she’s satisfied that I’m completely drained, Journey stands up, licking her lips and sucking her fingers clean like the goddess of sex. She’s so seductive it makes my heart rumble. I grab her by the shoulders and pull her into a passionate kiss that borders on painful. Our tongues collide and commence a dance that sends blood rushing through my body. Even after an earth-shattering orgasm, she has me ready for so much more.

“We have to go,” I tell her as I force myself to push her away and re-secure my pants. I look down at the asshole who is still unconscious from our little run-in and then back up to Journey. “As much as I’d love to see the look on his face when he wakes up, I think it’s better that we’re not here. Plus, I absolutely am not done with you, Little Devil. Let’s get out of here.”

Journey smiles and licks her lips, taking in the last bit of my cum as I take her by the hand once again, and lead us both away from the scene of the crime.