Chapter 26
CHAPTER 26
Heath
I swiftly take a vibrator I pulled out of the closet the moment I saw her from my pocket and stuff it up her pussy during her orgasm.
“Keep that in there,” I whisper. “No matter what happens now.”
“What the f—” Silas steps out of the shower, still rock hard. “You’re watching me?!”
“He forced me,” she says, still quaking from both the orgasm and the vibrations.
I laugh. “You were already looking at him before I caught you in the act. And you’re still hinging on a second orgasm. Look at you.”
With a red face, she stumbles back against the couch. Silas approaches her ass naked, blood still caking his skin from his second kill.
“You’re not going to kill me,” she says, and when she bites her lip, I know she can feel the intensity build. “You want me.”
He stops right in front of her and a smirk slowly forms on his lips. “You know me so well already? I’m impressed.”
Suddenly, he shoves her, and she flops down onto the couch. “What did you let him do?”
I lick my fingers, and her eyes home in on them like she’s shocked I enjoyed a small taste of what she had to offer. Too bad for her I’ve not nearly tasted enough to satisfy my cravings.
“I didn’t let him do shit. He fingered me,” she says with a scowl on her face.
“And don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” I say, showing off my wet fingers.
She doesn’t even know this is my second time already, but I’ll keep that little secret to myself for now.
She folds her arms. “Whatever. It’s not like I have a choice.”
I push the button in my pocket and watch her unravel. Nothing is prettier than the sound of desperate whimpers, as she tries to make it stop by digging in her own panties.
“Don’t,” I warn her, and she stops wriggling her legs. “Touch it and I’ll only make it worse.”
Silas’s head tilts sideways as he inspects her.
“You put a vibrator inside her, didn’t you?” he asks, sporting a grin.
“I wanted her to suffer a little longer,” I reply. “Besides, I kind of enjoy the way she sounds when she comes.”
“Good …” Silas suddenly grips her throat. “You were supposed to clean.”
“I did.” She eyes the stained carpet.
“So you’ve seen what I’m capable of then,” Silas says, tilting her head up so she’s forced to look him in the eyes.
But the unabashed look on her face catches me off guard. “You wanted me to see that blood, didn’t you?”
Silas
She truly had no idea how fucked up I really am, but it seems she’s starting to catch on.
The scale of my depravity is beyond her imagination, and I don’t ever stop until it’s too late.
“You killed someone,” she says, almost in disbelief I’d be so callous about it.
“Someone?” I snort. “A body. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“You don’t even see them as people.” She grimaces.
“ Them ?” My eyes twitch.
Does she know more about my murderous habits than I thought?
Her entire face slowly begins to lose its color.
My fingers tighten around her neck until she can no longer suck in those desperate breaths. “Tell me … who else have you seen me kill?”
“No one—”
“Don’t lie to me, thief,” I growl, my fingers digging into her precious skin. “I know a liar when I see one.”
Her whole face turns red as the buzzing increases, and I briefly glance at Heath to see him pressing some button, as if he’s trying to keep her from talking.
And it makes me squint, so I release her throat just enough to talk.
“Fine. I was there. Last night,” she says after a while, but then her eyes home in on Heath. “And he knew.”
That motherfucker …
I look his way and rage literally pours out through my mouth. “You knew she was the one who watched us kill that fucker?!”
She snorts. “Max told him. Because he found me.”
Suddenly, the door bursts open as Max storms inside, glaring at all of us with widening eyes.
And my blood has never run colder.
Max looks shell-shocked. “Oh fuck.”
They kept this from me? Deliberately?
I march over to Max and grip his shirt. “You fucking found her when I told you to go look for whoever was watching us kill?!” I shake him. “You found her … and you let her escape.”
“I couldn’t—”
“Are you even our friend?”
“Yes!” Max exclaims.
But I don’t fucking trust a word he says.
He let her off the hook, which means there’s something more going on than I know about.
“Then why the fuck are you even here, huh?” I ask.
“I told him not to come because we were busy … with a girl.” Heath rolls his eyes.
I pull him closer, hissing in his face, “Max, I swear to fucking Christ, if you don’t tell me the truth right now—”
“Heath sent me a PM minutes ago about seeing her ogle you in the shower,” he says swiftly, and he holds up his phone for me to see.
Heath: Guess who’s watching Silas shower naked? I’m going to have so much fucking fun playing with her … and you won’t even be there to watch.
I frown. “Why the fuck would he send you this?”
Heath’s skin begins to glow. He snatches Max’s phone from his hand and chucks it into the corner of the room.
I focus my gaze on Heath. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me you knew all this?!”
“Because you would’ve killed him for letting her go,” he says. “And I won’t allow that.”
Now my eyes twitch even more.
That arrogant son of a bitch.
“You think you can control me?”
“No. But she’s the one you’re after, not Max.” He points at Ivy who’s writhing on the couch. “Be mad at her for sneaking up on us.”
My nostrils flare.
He’s right about that. We told Max to spy for us, and instead he decided to double cross us.
“Please … turn this thing off,” Ivy suddenly moans.
“Ivy …” Max’s eyes grow soft.
Too fucking soft.
What the fuck is going on here?
“I’m sorry,” Max says, turning to look at both of us. “I’m sorry, okay? I couldn’t.”
My teeth grind together. Does no one in this house fucking trust me?
“Fine, you’re fucking forgiven … as long as you help me deal with her now.” I tilt my head and look at her squirm on the couch from the vibrator. “And I know exactly how.”
“You’re monsters,” she says as I approach her.
I burst out into laughter. “That’s a fucking compliment.” I grip her chin. “You talk about any of this, the blood, the murders … and it will be the last thing you ever say. Do you understand?”
She swallows, nodding with disdain.
“Good.” I bend over to look her in the eyes, a mischievous grin forming on my face. “Now tell me, how good were Heath’s fingers just now? Better than my tongue? Who made you wetter?”
“Fuck you,” she hisses. “That’s all you care about?”
She pauses to swallow away the continuously building lust. “After killing two people?”
“Ivy, don’t,” Max tries to shush her.
I snort. “You think I’ve killed only ever two people?”
Her eyes flicker with shock, and it takes her a while to respond. “Why? Why would you do it?”
I can still hear the buzzing between her legs, and it’s obviously distracting her.
“They aren’t deserving of the life they’ve been given.” Droplets of blood roll from my hair and land on her face, and it almost makes me want to lick it off. “Their only use in this world is to serve as my victim. That’s it. And you …” My fingers slide up her neck until they reach her lips, and I drag them down, enamored by how much hate she exudes. Hate, just for me. And fuck me, those hate-filled lusty eyes are the biggest turn-on ever. “You get to clean up after me.”
“You get off on this, don’t you?” she says with a sneer.
Oh, she doesn’t even know how much.
I just love the way she tries to defy me over and over. This is the kind of tenacity I’ve been looking for, the kind that can make even a cold-hearted son of a bitch like me excited as hell. Especially when she’s still writhing on my very fucking couch because of that vibrator Heath stuck inside her.
A devilish smile forms on my face. “I’m not the only one in the room.”
She glances at Heath as if I’m talking about him, so I laugh. “Not just him … You too.”
Her eyes twitch. “In your dreams. I hate you.”
I blink at her dark, soulful eyes, and fuck me, I never noticed just how beautiful they are … and how much they want to make me kill even more. “You. Were. Wet. For. Me.”
Her tongue darts out to wet her top lip. Just once. But I noticed.
“And the more you hate me, the more I will make you beg for me.”
Ivy
I swallow, trying not to let it affect me that he’s this up close and personal, that he’s using his fingers to imprint the feel of my face, my chin, my lips onto his crazed mind. But it’s hard, so damn hard not to waiver. There’s a deranged killer right in front of me, one who wants nothing more than to own me, use me, play with my body … and just a single breath could be the trigger to unleash his insanity.
Finally, the buzzing between my legs is turned down a few notches, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry, slut, I’ll turn the damn thing on full tilt soon again,” Heath muses.
But Silas blocks his view and keeps my gaze locked on his.
“You did a very bad thing.” His thumb dips into my mouth. “You couldn’t help watch me while I jerked off in the shower… while covered in blood. You didn’t run. You didn’t scream. You were fascinated.” He slides in deeper and deeper until my eyes begin to water, and I can literally see the glimmer of possessiveness appear in his eyes. “You’re just as messed up as I am, and you want this.”
He slowly pulls out and watches my reaction as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them off.
And it actually makes my pussy throb.
Fuck.
Why does this insane asshole have this effect on me?
He suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing my head to tilt back. “Now ask me what you want to ask.”
“Why do you kill?” I don’t know why, but I have to know.
His hard-on bounces up and down from the question alone. “Because it’s fun.”
“Who do you kill?” While we’re at it, I might as well ask everything I want to before the chance is gone.
“Anyone and anything, but the bad ones are the easiest targets because they’re the easiest to dispose of. Thieves. Monsters. Abusers. Mostly people who won’t be missed, but if they get in my way, I will take their life.” He leans in even farther until my breasts are pressed up against his shaft. “You’re not asking what you really want to know.”
“Don’t you feel guilty?”
A chuckle leaves his mouth. “Guilt is a thing for people like you, isn’t it?” He taps my head. “You assume everyone feels the same as you, that everyone can feel love, affection, sadness, fear, devotion.” He bends over and looks me dead in the eyes. “I feel nothing .”
I look up into his darkened eyes. “What are you?”
“You know the fucking answer.” He grips my face with both hands. “Say it.”
It comes out in a short breath. “You’re a serial killer. A psychopath.”
The grin on his face widens until it scares even me. “Psychopath … I like that addition.” His fingers splay across my cheeks, forcing my jaws to open. “But I’m not the one who wants money so badly I’d sell my soul for it.”
I swallow. “Body. My body is yours. I never said my soul was too.”
Half of his grin dissipates from his face, making him look like the devil personified. “You think I will stop after I’m done with your body?”
Fuck.
He briefly glances at both Max and Heath. “Now, are you two ready to prove yourself to me?”
What does he mean?
Silas’s fingers steady my face as they slowly crawl up to my ears. “Now, am I psychopathic enough to make even a sneaky thief run like hell?”
I frown. “What? Why?”
“You thought you could outsmart me. Spy on me. Watch me become the monster of your nightmares. But the darkness belongs to me, and you are just a visitor in my hellish domain. Now run, little thief, and let me show you what a pitch-black soul looks like.”
My eyes widen as he rips the hearing aids straight out of my ears, leaving me with only four out of five senses. Before I have the chance to steal them back, he chucks them at Heath.
His lips move, and I try to read his words while my heart begins to race in my throat.
“Run and I’ll catch you.
Fight and I’ll win.
Beg … and maybe I’ll show mercy.”
He lifts three fingers and counts down.
“Three. Two. One.”
Then he nods at Heath … and the lights are all switched off with a single push of a button.
Pitch-black darkness.
Total silence.
All that’s left inside me is fight, flight, freeze, or fawn.
And I choose to flight.