Chapter 24 Dallas
DALLAS
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
I’m pretty sure Kay is Nightmare, just something he said about getting fucked till sunrise. Why the fuck does that make me hard? I really am messed up.
Kay is dangerous. Dangerous and it’s hot. It’s not that I don’t care that he kills people. I mean, maybe I don’t. The people he kills are rapists and pedophiles. Who wants those kinds of people in the world? There’s never justice, at least not to me.
My sister’s rapists got ten years, and all four got out on “good behavior”.
What the hell is good behavior for people like them?
Why can’t someone take justice into their own hands?
It’s not like Nightmare is judging these people and finding the information wrong.
He deep dives and researches before he takes them and tortures them.
Nightmare is the good guy here. Nightmare is making the world a better place. But there are so many people that get away with raping and violating innocent children.
People in power. People with money. Even poor people. These pieces of shit come in every shape, color, and social status. Every one of them needs to pay.
I wonder if Kendra is a part of this. Of course she is. She’s a hacker or something, I don’t even know. What I do know is I trust them both with my life. With Hayden’s life.
With everything.
Sure, things started out as a booty call, but Kay’s so much more than that.
He’s sweet and funny. Smart. Confusing. Deadly.
Badass. Sexy. But most of all, it’s that brilliant brain of his that keeps me coming back for more.
He doesn’t see the world like everyone else.
That’s probably because of his double cult upbringing, but it might just be Kay’s nature.
I want to keep his heart safe, but I don’t even know if I’m strong enough to have the heart of a man like Kay.
The front door unlocks and Kay ambles in with a smaller wagon and a different tail from ones I’ve seen before.
He gives me a bright smile. “Kendra has a booty call.”
“So do you,” I say.
“I’m not sure it’s a booty call if we’re rooming together. Just a fuck, right?”
“If you say so. But if Kendra isn’t here, and Hayden’s passed out in the guest room, we can fuck right here.” I bat my lashes like he does, and he laughs.
“As lovely as that sounds, I prefer my bed to that couch. It’s not all that comfortable to fuck on, if I’m honest.”
I follow him to his bedroom, where he hangs up his tail in a separate closet from the one he has his clothes in. I hadn’t noticed the second closet before. I also don’t feel right snooping.
“Dry storage. Didn’t get in water today, otherwise I’d have to drain it out in the tub again.”
I nod and nuzzle into his neck. He smells like apricots tonight. I lick him and he turns in my hold.
“Do you have the energy to fuck me until the sun comes up?” He tugs me down and buries his fingers in my hair as he presses our lips together.
He walks me back towards the bed while working at the drawstring of my sweatpants. Our kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more desperate. His heart pounds against my chest, matching the frantic rhythm of my own.
We tumble onto his bed, a tangle of limbs and desperate need. Kay straddles me, his eyes hungry. He grinds against me, his body already slick with sweat. His hard cock presses against mine through the thin fabric of our clothes.
“Fuck, Dallas,” he pants. “I need you inside me. Now.”
I don’t need to be told twice. I flip him onto his back, yanking off his pants in one swift motion. Kay’s legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me on. Before he can get too attached, I slide off my own pants. He eyes me up and down as if I’m a feast. Perhaps I am.
I reach for the lube in his nightstand, coating my fingers before pressing them against his entrance. He must have taken the plug out at some point, and I miss it.
Kay bucks against my hand, impatient as always. “More,” he growls, his nails digging into my shoulders. I slip two fingers inside him, stretching him, preparing him. His body clenches around me, so damn hot and tight.
“Now, Dallas,” Kay demands. I position myself at his entrance, but stop. I can’t. Not yet.
Kay whines and throws his head back. “Why are you so mean? I need your cock in me now.” He balls his hands and slams them onto the bed. “Fuck me. Please.”
My heart pounds a frantic beat. I have to tell him I know.
I shut my eyes and swallow before saying, “I have a confession to make.”
Kay’s eyes go dark. Before I can utter another word, he has me on my back and a knife to my throat.
“Where the fuck did the knife come from?” I never saw it coming, but there must have been something in my tone to alert him of something.
“What’s your confession?” Even his voice changes. It’s no longer sweet horny Kay. It’s someone protecting himself.
“I saw you. At Hayden’s. You.” I lick my lips before continuing. “You killed the stalker. Thank you.”
“Oh.” His eyes go wide. “Shit. I forgot you both got sent the notifications.” The knife presses deeper into my throat. “Is this going to be a problem?”
“No,” I say.
His eyes flint across my face as if he’s assessing whether I’m a threat to his safety. Slowly, he removes the knife from my throat. He starts to move from straddling me, but I grip his hips, stopping him.
“It didn’t bother you? Does Hayden know?”
“No. And no.” I look at the ceiling with the jellyfish. “I don’t think it was wrong either, which probably makes me fucked up.”
Kay shrugs. “Not as much as me, probably.” His voice and his smile slides back into the Kay I know.
“There’s another confession.” I swallow when he slides the knife down my chest and circles a nipple. “Choose your words wisely.”
“Every Friday since that first time we met, I’ve been watching this livestream show on the dark web. They call themselves Nightmare and torture pedophiles and rapists before killing them. It’s graphic and fucked up, and I can’t stop thinking about it. There are even blooper reels.”
Kay slides the knife along my collarbone. The blade bites into my skin and I just watch him to see what he does. I want him to confess, but will he?
“What do you like about Nightmare’s show?”
“Watching Nightmare take justice into their own hands.”
Kay drags the knife over my other collarbone and there’s something about the small slash of pain that makes me harder.
“So you enjoy the show?” He ruts his hips along mine, ensuring our dicks slot together again.
“Very much.”
“Any more secrets or confessions?” Kay asks, with his knife sliding down to my happy trail.
“Not that I can think of right now.”
“Good.” He leans forward to kiss me. His hand tugs at my hair and he exposes my neck to his lips. “I’m going to ride you now, unless you have an objection.” He grips my cock.
“None. Ride away.”
Slowly Kay takes me. His eyes roll back, a low moan escaping his lips as I fill him completely. It’s as if he’s on a plane of existence that’s simply pleasure.
And then he’s moving, frantic. Chaotic. Kay rides me hard, his body slamming down onto mine with each thrust. I meet him stroke for stroke, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
The room fills with the sound of our flesh slapping together, the wet, sucking noises of our bodies joining and parting.
Kay’s hands are everywhere, clawing at my chest, gripping my hair, digging into my sides to pull me deeper into him. He chases pleasure with single-minded focus. And I’m right there with him, lost in the primal, animalistic need to claim, to possess, to fuck.
“Harder,” Kay pants, his voice hoarse. I grip his hips, slamming into him with all my strength. A strangled cry tears from his throat as he comes, spurting hot cum between us.
The sight of him, the feel of him, pushes me over the edge. I thrust deeper. My body shudders as I come, filling him with my release. He collapses onto my chest, smearing his cum between us.
Kay brushes a lock of hair from my forehead, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “I’m Nightmare,” he says so softly I wonder if I heard him correctly. “My name’s Casey.”
“Casey,” I whisper the name. It’s perfect.
I wrap my arm around him, claiming him. He might be a nightmare to the people on his livestream, but to me he’s a hero.