Chapter 12
Xavier
Adrenaline spikes my blood as I attempt to crawl away from her through the mud, but she grabs my hand and shoves a knife through my shirt near my wrist, barely avoiding the skin.
“Stay.”
She grips the other hand with a ferocity I’ve never felt before, crushing my body with her weight, and I whimper from the feeling.
“Are you the one who’s been sending me these notes?” she growls in my face. She pulls a bunch of papers from her pocket and shoves them under my nose.
Sweat drips down my forehead. It’s no use lying now that I’ve been caught. “Yes. That was me.”
She sucks in a breath. “So Orion wasn’t lying …”
I frown. “That fucker can’t be trusted.”
She snarls, “You don’t decide that for me.”
“I only wanted to—”
She plants a finger on my lips, shushing me. “No. You don’t want. You do as you’re told.”
A blush creeps on my cheeks.
Fuck. My cock hardens from the sheer aggression in her tone.
I love it when she talks to me like that even though she just literally tried to kill me.
She leans sideways and snatches my bag off the muddy ground, inverting it so all the contents spill out.
“A rope, cuffs, knives, drugs. You sure came prepared.” She snorts.
Is that a question? It didn’t sound like one, so I opt to remain quiet instead of stirring the beast.
She steals the rope and wraps it around my wrist, then forces both of my hands together above my head.
“You don’t have to do this,” I mutter.
“I don’t fucking trust you not to run away from me again.”
“I won’t, I promise,” I say as she wraps the rope around and around both my wrists.
She ties the knot hard, and I mewl from the pain.
“I’ve been looking all over for you. No wonder I couldn’t find you. You were too busy snooping in my room, searching through my things. Did you find what you were looking for? Hmm?”
She leans in so close, I can feel her breath on my skin, and fuck me … it is the best thing ever.
Contain yourself, Xavier. You can handle this. Just talk your way out of it.
“Does snooping through a girl’s private phone give you a hard-on?”
I’d be lying if I told her no.
I swallow when she pushes the knife farther into my throat. “I only checked your list so I could bring you the men you wanted to kill.”
She narrows her eyes. “What, like a gift?”
I nod even though it sounds weird and very stalkerish when she says it like that.
“How did you even manage to open my phone? Tell me now, or I swear to God, I will cut off your balls for inviting yourself to filter through my stuff like a goddamn trash panda.”
“I printed out a photo of you.”
“What photo?”
“I had one …” I gulp. “On my phone.”
Not just one. Thousands.
Suddenly, she brings her hand down between my legs and squeezes my balls so tightly, I nearly come right there and then. “F-fuck…”
Her brows furrow as she studies me profusely. “You’re going to tell me everything I want to know. Nod if you agree.”
I nod vehemently.
“You’ve been stalking me for a while now, haven’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you give that fucker behind the shop a drug?”
I nod, trying not to let it affect me, but she’s squeezing my balls so damn hard.
“And now you captured Perry and tied him up in The Shack.”
“Because I wanted to help.”
She stares at me, all confused.
“I can help you.”
“No one can help me,” she growls. The knife pushes further into my skin, which cracks against the pressure, blood droplets rolling down my neck. “I don’t need your fucking help.”
Finally, she releases my balls and sits up straight, looking at me from above with those dark eyes while the knife is still firmly lodged against my neck. And my God … I would do anything she desired like this. All she has to do is ask.
“For your information, I don’t like my victims intoxicated, because they don’t scream nearly as loud when they are.” She slips the knife down toward my chest, popping the buttons of my shirt with ease. “And I don’t like it when I don’t get to terrorize the men I hunt.”
POP!
I swallow as she reaches my heart, slipping the blade into my skin with ease, and I inhale a sharp gasp as I bleed all over my shirt.
“Noted.”
Her eyes glimmer with defiance. “You seem to think I require your assistance when I’m perfectly capable of butchering my victims on my own.”
I fight through the pain. “You’re more than capable. You’re … incredible.”
She pauses to glance at me, and it’s like the air has been sucked right out of my lungs.
“You … you like to watch me kill?” she asks.
I nod.
She smiles, then laughs, and it’s so infectious I nearly join in.
“That’s cute. I like that.”
“What?” I mutter, confused, flattered, and embarrassed altogether in a mushy mess of feelings bundled up inside me.
She begins to gyrate on top of me.
On my fucking bulge.
And fuck me, I’m nearly bursting at the seams.
This has to be a dream. It can’t really be happening. She can’t truly be sitting on top of me, rolling those beautiful hips around on my hard-on.
It’s too good to be true.
“Please …”
A moan slips out of my mouth before I know it, and my head falls back onto the grass.
“Please, what?” she murmurs.
“You gotta stop.”
“Or else?” She leans in further, pressing her tits up against my chest.
“You’re gonna make me …”
Her nipples graze my shirt, and I completely lose my shit.
Oh fuck.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I release all the pent-up desire. A moan rolls off my tongue as my cock throbs and cum fills my pants.
I couldn’t stop it from happening.
It was like a tsunami of wantonness rushing over me, all from having her so close to me.
And now I’ve soiled my pants when she hasn’t even touched me.
“Did you just come?”
Fuck.
My entire face turns beet red, and I turn my head sideways to hide it, to no avail.
“No, no, no,” I lie.
She slides backward and wrestles with the button of my pants. “Wait. Don’t.”
She pauses, and a devilish giggle leaves her pretty lips. “Are you embarrassed?”
I’m fucking mortified.
Ashamed that I couldn’t even hold it, that I couldn’t even last a single fucking second with her on top of me.
What else am I supposed to say?
I’m obsessed.
“I just—”
Her fingers slither underneath my shirt, knife following suit as she draws a pattern on my V-line. “You’re just like Orion.”
I grip her wrist, forcing her to come closer, despite the fact that the knife is nearly thrust into my chest. I don’t care.
I’d rather die than lose her to him. “I am nothing like him. He lies to you, he cheats to get his way, he was not the one who wrote you those notes, and he doesn’t have a single care in the world for what you need. I do.”
Her eyes dart all over my face. “You’re jealous of him.”
My eyes widen. “What? No, no, I—”
She laughs. “He told you what I did to him, didn’t he?”
My lips shudder. “He just spoke about licking you out after you snuck into his room … looking for me.”
“Did he also tell you the part where I tied him down and made him choke on my pussy?” she muses, like it’s the most casual thing ever.
All I can do is stutter. “I-I-”
“Focus, Xavier,” she barks.
“No. But it sure sounded like he enjoyed himself. All he cared about was how he could boast about it to his friends.” I clear my throat, avoiding her gaze because it’s too hard. “All I care about … is what you need.”
A beautiful, devilish smirk slowly forms on her face. “You care about my needs?”
My cheeks flush with heat so palpable it nearly singes the point of the blade as it etches into my skin. “I …”
Suddenly, a chair haphazardly runs through the forest beside us—no, not just a chair—a man attached to a chair.
And both of our eyes widen as we say in sync, “Perry.”
Sunny
I get off Xavier and bark, “Stay here.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he responds, groaning as I leave him with his soaked pants, along with a raging hard-on just for messing with my plans.
I snatch his knives off the grass and tuck them into my pocket before going for the chase. Perry’s still got that chair clenched to his ass, and it’s slowing him down like a snail. Not to mention how ridiculous it looks.
THWACK!
I thrust one of my knives at his ankles, and he tumbles to the ground, chair still stuck to his butt.
“Fuck!” he cries.
He tries to crawl back up, but I grasp him by the hair and drag him back with me to the area I left Xav in so he doesn’t bolt off into the other direction.
“You thought you could run away from me?” I growl at Perry.
“Get your hands off me, you witch!” He struggles in his seat.
I set him back down on the muddy ground in the field behind the trees, a few feet away from Xavier, who watches in awe while I pull two knives out of my pocket and drive each of them through his feet, mixing warm flesh with cracked bones, as I pin him to the very ground he tried to escape.
He screeches out loud, wildly flinging himself around while foaming from the mouth.
“There is no escaping death,” I growl in his face.
“I didn’t fucking do anything!” he spits.
“Say that to the millions of people you sold drugs to,” I growl back.
He frowns, viscerally shaken. “That’s it? Drugs?”
He shakes around in his chair again, but I’m pretty sure he won’t get off the ground now, considering he’s literally nailed to the dirt beneath his feet. Just like a lowlife deserves.
I turn around and focus on Xavier, who crawls backward as if he’s afraid of me.
“Oh, c’mon, you wanted this. Why so scared?” I grin as I kneel in front of him.
“Because I know you’re mad at me,” he replies.
I tilt my head. “True. I do want to end you.”
His lip quivers. “Please …”
“Please, what?” I lean closer on my hands and feet, invading his space.
“Don’t kill me,” he mutters.
He looks so pretty when he begs like that.
I grab his throat, squeezing off his blood supply. “You think I’ll let you off the hook that easily?”
He whimpers. “I don’t wanna die.”
“Who said I was gonna let you?” I reply, as I let him breathe for just a second to watch the blood flush back into his dimpled cheeks. “I just want to have some fun with you.”
“What do you mean?” he mutters.