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

Chapter 36

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thirty-six

“Thinkabout what you”re doing, Evan,” Summers says to me, raising his hands with his palms out. “I’m a detective who was sent here to investigate you and Journey. If I come up missing, there is no way you two are getting away with it. No matter how badly you want to, you can’t kill me. Just put the knife down and let’s figure out how to end this the right way.”

A laugh crawls up my throat because I can’t believe the audacity of this man. To think that I would let him live after everything he just said to my woman is insane. I heard the way he interrogated her, baiting her as if he was really here to look out for her best interest, trying to trap her into a confession about Detective Winter’s death. He didn”t agree to this to protect Journey. He agreed because he is just like all other cops. He wants to ruin someone’s life. He wants to put someone behind bars until they die, and it only makes him feel better if he can do it to two people instead of one. Cops do nothing if not protect their own, and now that this one knows we killed Winter, he”s out for blood. Unfortunately for him, so am I, but for me it is literal.

What Summers doesn”t know is that his being here was always the plan. Journey knew exactly what to say and how to say it to get this arrogant prick to agree to meet here instead of the precinct. He”s just like all other dumb ass men, moved and affected by the tears of a white woman. He heard her sniffling on the phone and dropped his guard. Fucking idiot.

I wish I could’ve been there to see Journey put on her act over the phone, diving fully into character to make sure this plan worked. Seeing her tear up probably would have made my cock hard, but alas, I had to leave first to make sure I got here before they did. I parked my truck in a vacant lot four blocks away and walked here to make sure my vehicle wasn’t seen, then waited in the shower behind the curtain for Journey to lure her partner inside and lower his guard. Now that we’re here, it honestly all seemed too easy. But I’m not one to find suspicion in the ease of things. I’ll gladly take the easy kill.

Smiling while looking at my beautiful Little Devil, I press the knife to Summers’ throat hard enough to slice his first layer of skin. “Marty, you shouldn”t talk to me like you know me. There was once a time when you could”ve. I would”ve taken it then, but those days are over. You”re only recently becoming aware of what I’ve done, but you have no idea about the beast that I am. The right way … the only way to end this is with your body buried somewhere cold and dark. Coming to the Seventh Precinct was the biggest mistake of your life.”

Summers keeps his hands in the air. “Maybe so. Maybe I underestimated you and Journey, but if you kill me, then everything ends here. You have to think about it, Evan. Do you really believe that I came here to speak to a woman under criminal investigation—whose boyfriend has a warrant out for his arrest for murder—without telling someone where I am? I’m Internal Affairs, remember? So ask yourself if you really think I’d be that stupid.”

I look to Journey who is stunning in her all-black outfit that nearly matches mine. I shouldn”t even be thinking of her in this way in a moment like this, but seeing the sweat slide down Summers’ brow while I hold a knife to his throat in front of Journey makes me so goddamn hard. If I knew he wouldn”t run or shoot us both, I’d eat her pussy right here in front of him before I slit his throat. She bites her lip as her eyes dance around the room. She would know better than me if this piece of shit would alert the precinct about speaking to her here, but it doesn”t take long before her face shows signs of disbelief.

“You didn”t tell anyone,” she says to Summers. “If you did, they’d be here. You wouldn”t have to record our conversation if there were people outside listening. They’d be recording it for you.”

“Or maybe it’s my job to know how to play people like you,” Summers snaps back defiantly. His tone makes me grip the knife tighter as he keeps going. “I’ve been in law enforcement for a long time, Detective Monroe. With all due respect to the current situation, you”re out of your league here. Now tell your boyfriend to put the knife down so we can figure this out together.”

“Why are you so fucking stupid?” I ask, placing my free hand on the back of Summers’ neck and squeezing. “What is there to figure out? We got you here for a reason, asshole. You think we want to talk it out and surrender now? You find a body in my backyard and you think it makes me want to spend the rest of my life behind bars? You”re boasting about not being that stupid when clearly you are if you think we’re letting you bring us in. You”re going to need a fucking army to arrest me, and for Journey I’ll gladly go to war with them all. It’s clear you have no idea who you”re talking to, which means you”re the one who’s out of their league.”

“God I love seeing you this way,” Journey says, the look of lust beaming from her eyes like sun rays.

I smile back at her. “I know you do, Little One. I want you so much I can barely stand still right now.”

Journey gets up from the table and walks over to me, removing Summers’ gun from his holster before kissing me on the cheek. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, Baby Girl,” I reply.

“You two are insane,” Summers exclaims, his face twisted into a look of horror. “Do you think you”re the new Bonnie Clyde? This isn’t some old, gangster fairytale. The two of you will not escape this if you go down this road, and no amount of playing cops and robbers will save you. You”re treating it like it’s a game when it’s not. Drop the goddamn knife and let me go.

“I can”t believe I thought you were a good person, Monroe. I tried to help you but I can see that you”re so much fucking crazier than I ever knew. You wear a mask around the precinct all day, hiding your true identity to the good officers you work with. You”re no better than the criminals and thugs we haul in. You”re one of them, not one of us. I see it now. I can see it in the way you look at him that there is no redeeming you. It’s clear that you”re just as much of a murderer as he is.”

I let Summers finish his speech, listening with a smirk until he finally shuts the fuck up. Then, I lock eyes with Journey and tighten my grip.

“You’re right, Summers,” I say to him. “There’s no redeeming us … and there’s no saving you.”

I close my eyes and lean forward, placing my lips on Journey’s. We fall into a kiss that heats me up from toe to head, and while my tongue dances with hers, I flex my arm and drag the knife back and forth twice, gruesomely slitting Summer’s throat with the serrated blade.

His hands fly up to his neck, but there’s no stopping the gushing crimson tide. Blood spills between his fingers as he stands up, spinning around as if he”s looking for help in an empty room. Journey and I don”t even break stride, but I keep my eyes on him, watching him die as we continue kissing and Summers falls to his knees, his hands still clutching his throat. He gurgles like he’s drowning before going still, then the sound of his body hitting the floor plays in our ears like music.

When we pull apart, we look down on the dead body in the middle of our living room. His blood pours out and pools around his head, ruining our carpet. It doesn”t matter. This was always the plan. All that matters to me is that I ended the man who lied to Journey and put out a warrant for my arrest. The fucking bitch who made it to where Journey and I can no longer live here is dead and gone.

Journey stares at her deceased partner—the second one who has died by my hands—and she smiles. “You did it.”

“For you,” I tell her. “Now I don”t have to worry about him running out of the house while I do this.”

“Do what?”

No longer concerned about Summers, I place my hands on Journey’s hips as I step in front of her and lift her onto the dining room table. Once she’s on her butt, I place a hand on her chest and force her backwards until she’s lying down. I claw at her clothes, pushing her shirt up so I can have access to her skin, and I kiss her stomach while pulling her pants off. The second she’s naked from the waist down, I drop to my knees and plunge my mouth onto her pussy.

“Oh my fucking god,” she blares as her back arches on the table. Her hands quickly find the back of my head and clamp down.

I suck her luscious clit into my mouth and let my tongue walk all over it at the same time. Journey moans above me and it makes my cock as hard as a rock, leaving me no choice but to pull it out and stroke it while I devour her. I keep going, eating her pussy like a last meal while I fist my cock simultaneously. Journey lifts her head and sees what I’m doing and it sends her reeling.

“Oh god. Evan … Sir, you”re so fucking perfect. Oh god watching you stroke your dick is going to make me come. Keep going. Keep stroking it. Oh fuck I’m close. Oh god. Sir, I’m about to come!”

“Come in my fucking mouth,” I say, just before Journey explodes down my throat. When I feel her wetness ignite, I follow her lead, shooting ropes of cum all over the floor in front of me.

Both of us erupt into screams and convulsions as we fall into bliss together. We tremble and cuss as our orgasms slowly subside, and then we fill the room with the sound of heavy breathing. I lean against Journey’s leg, panting as she stays on her back, her eyes closed as she sucks in air.

Once I”m settled, I look behind me and see Summers’ dead body. The blood seems to have stopped flowing and his eyes have taken on a look of vacancy as he stares eternally into nothingness. I smile at him, wishing he was still conscious enough to know what Journey and I just did to celebrate his death. He deserves to know that we’re glad he’s gone, and that he did nothing to water down our love. We’re unbreakable, and I’m glad he got to see it before he died. My smile is a mile wide, but a faint sound in the distance slowly melts it away.

Journey quickly lifts herself up onto her elbows, and her furrowed brow lets me know she hears it, too. “What is that?”

I scrunch my forehead as I turn to the window as if seeing outside will make me hear better, and tilt my head as both of us go dead quiet. I listen intently, slowly leaning back as the realization consumes my reality and darkens my vision. Panic fires to life in my heart when I turn around and find Journey wide-eyed. The sound is close enough now to be clearly understood by anyone who isn”t dead.

Sirens.