Chapter 63
CHAPTER 63
Ivy
I don’t wait even one second before I bolt out the door.
I glance over my shoulder as Silas and Heath casually grab the red purge masks lying on the cabinet beside the mirror, the same masks they had on when they first chased me into the woods, and the elation that ripples through me is riveting.
Heath throws Max a mask too. “Your turn to fucking hunt her down with us.”
A smile forms on my face before I bolt through the hallways. “Can’t catch me!”
“Watch us.” Heath’s warning as he puts on the mask, leaving an eerie glow near Silas’s door, gives me the chills.
Goddammit, I missed this.
It’s messed up and insane, but the moment they run after me down the stairs is when I come alive.
God, I am just as demented as they are, but I don’t care anymore.
I need this.
I need it as much as they do.
I run down the stairs as fast as I can, leaving blood drops everywhere as breadcrumbs. I bolt out the door and across campus, all the way to Prior Forest way beyond. The trees loom over me, blocking out part of the sun, with the occasional chirping of birds to break the silence.
Until a cold, unhinged laughter fills that void.
And my pussy actually throbs at the sound.
“Didn’t you hear? There’s nowhere you can hide from me, little thief. I will always fucking find you.”
I stop and clutch a tree, smearing my blood all over the trunk.
“That pussy is mine .”
His voice only makes me run harder and faster until my legs start hurting and my lungs become deprived of oxygen. Even then, I keep running, not because of my fear but in spite of it. After all, no one could ever harm a girl with monsters chasing her into the abyss.
Freedom has never tasted so bittersweet because even though I am free of my burden, my past, and my debt, this heart has been torn asunder by these boys … but I wouldn’t dream of stitching it back together. All the dark fragments of my soul belong to them, and I just know they’d guard every fucking piece with their lives.
I keep running through the forest until I reach the same rocky alcove where I first hid from them, and I come to a stop to take a breath. Around me, birds flutter through the trees, and I turn to see where the sounds are coming from.
More laughter emanates from the forests behind me, so I swiftly turn on my heels, ready to bolt.
A set of bright eyes flicker in the dark.
“What are you going to do now?” Heath’s dark voice breaks my calm.
I shiver, still taking ragged breaths, while three devils in red LED masks approach steadily from each corner of the forest. But the thrill of the chase hasn’t created the fear I’d expected it would … instead, all I feel is tempestuous excitement.
“Nowhere to run, little thief,” Silas says as he steps out half-naked from between several high trees beyond, the scars on his chest clearly visible in the moonlight.
“Except right into our arms,” Heath adds, walking out from the left while tucking his hair into a bun as if preparing to sprint.
“God, I can’t fucking wait.” I can hear Max’s voice far behind me, gentle, soothing … provocative.
I step backward, driven by those LED masks alone, but I bump into the rocks instead.
Suddenly, they run at me, and I try to flee by crawling on top of the rock, leaving bloodied imprints in my wake. Two hands wrap around my ankle and pull me back down while my nails scratch at the stone.
“Gotchya,” Silas whispers, licking the rim of my ear.
“No, it’s too quick!” I yelp.
“Should’ve run faster then, thief,” Heath growls before he approaches with a whole bunch of ropes.
My eyes widen. “What are you going to do with that?”
“What do you think?” Heath grins.
“Oh God, this is going to be so damn good. I can’t wait,” Max says, salivating at the mouth as he approaches too.
“I don’t take kindly to being denied the pussy I love so fucking much,” Silas whispers into my ear. “So now you’ll be tied and used like the good little slut you are for us.”
Heath throws the ropes around my wrists and ties them together.
Silas grips my bloodied hand and leans in to take a whiff, groaning wildly. “Your blood is like an aphrodisiac to me.” Suddenly, he puts a knife to my throat, making me whimper. “Go on, aren’t you going to scream for me? You know how much I love the sound.”
“Don’t you know me by now? I need a little bit more than just this,” I say with a grin.
“You greedy little thief …” he hisses through his mask.
“Don’t tempt him,” Max warns me.
“Too late.”
Suddenly, Silas puts the knife to my pants instead.
RIP!
I shriek as he tears through it in one go—all the way from my butt down to my legs, shredding my clothes. He plants a hand on my back to keep me from moving as the knife handle slides up and down my slit. “You think it’s a smart idea to tease a serial killer like that?”
“You deserved it,” I murmur, trying to keep my whole body from shivering just from the touch of his blade.
I used to hate this so much … but now, when that cold metal hits my skin, it makes me want to moan.
“And you deserve everything you have coming for you,” Heath says, grinning as he kicks my legs apart.
“I told you I would make you love this damn knife …” Silas whispers through the mask, pressing his body up against me. “As much as you fell in love with me.”
I’m already as wet as can be as Silas slowly inserts the handle of the knife into my pussy.
“Tell me. Say it out loud. Say you belong to me.”
“I’m yours,” I murmur between moans.
He leans in to whisper, “Good, because you’ve stolen my tainted heart, little thief. And you’d better take good care of it while I love you with every inch of my obscene fucking soul.” He grins against my skin. “Now stand there like a good slut and take every inch of this knife until I’m satisfied.”
He thrusts it inside while pressing himself against me as if he wants me to feel him invade my space, and I moan wildly, completely unhinged with lust.
It feels so good. I don’t want him to stop even though that same knife once created the scar on my abdomen. He’s twisted my mind beyond comprehension and distorted my heart until all it wanted was the debilitating taste of freedom after the fall straight into hell.
Heath grabs my breasts as I’m splayed against the rock and squeezes so hard I mewl.
RIP!
He tears the fabric of my shirt apart until my breasts spill out.
“That’s it, moan for us,” Silas groans behind me, thrusting it in so hard, I can feel his balled fist against me, warmth spreading between my legs.
Max rips down his zipper and pulls out his shaft again. “God, I’m already hard again.”
“You had your turn, twink,” Heath says, licking his lips. “She’s ours now. You sit and fucking watch.”
Max settles on the rock in front of me so he can look at me while rubbing himself, and it only makes me even wetter.
“You like being watched, don’t you?” Silas spanks my ass. “Filthy little slut.”
“Fuck,” I groan as he keeps going, alternating slaps with thrusts until my breath becomes hot and heavy.
“She’s not allowed to come yet,” Heath growls, twisting my nipples until I scream.
THWACK!
Silas’s laugh fills my soul with unending lust. “Scream, thief, scream!”
THWACK!
The next slap is so hard my legs squeeze together as the pain sizzles through my entire body.
“Don’t move,” Silas grits, releasing the knife. “Keep it there and feel the fucking throbbing of your pussy as it falls apart for me.”
He’s right. I’m a throbbing mess, ready to come again so easily it shocks even me.
“Fuck, it’s so hot to watch you guys use her,” Max groans. “I’ve dreamed of this so many times.”
“You’re not the only one,” Heath says, twisting my nipples once more until I squeal with delight.
Silas brings the hand he used to fuck me with the knife to my face, and my eyes widen.
He’s covered in blood.
“See what your greed does to me? See how far I’m willing to go to fuck you and satisfy that wicked craving inside you?” He rubs it all over my lips and pushes them apart, shoving his fingers inside. “Taste me. Taste how much I want to fucking bleed my soul out for you.”
He sinks deeper and deeper as the knife is firmly lodged between my slit, a forever reminder of what I’ve become. What a sloppy mess I’ve turned into … willingly.
He groans when my tongue wraps around his fingers, and he bites down on my shoulder, drawing blood as well as a scream as I come right there and then from the knife lodged inside me.
“Fuck, I love you. Now let me fucking take you to purgatory.”
When the orgasm slows, he pulls me away from the rock while Heath pulls the knife out of me.
“So fucking wet,” Heath mutters, licking it off. “I can’t wait to taste it ten more times.”
“Ten?!” I huff.
Silas spins me around and lifts me against the rock, then rips down his zipper.
“You wanted to taunt us, twig. Now accept your fucking punishment while we nail you to the fucking shrine where we initiated you to our immoral ways.”
One thrust and I’m already lost as he impales me on his rock-hard cock, driving me insane.
“Open your mouth,” he growls.
My lips part instinctively, and he spits inside, rubbing my tongue with his fingers as if to spread his toxic love like venom, and there is nothing more I want than to become poisoned by their love.
“Mine.”
He smashes his lips onto mine, ravaging them with his tongue before splitting them open and forcing his way inside, invading me in every possible way. I am lost to them, lost to the way these boys claim me and mark me as theirs.
When his lips tear away from mine, Silas left a bloodied mark from a bite I hadn’t even noticed he’d given me. And the smirk on his face is like a drug to me as he licks it off his lips. “Delicious.”
Max approaches out of nowhere and goes to his knees below the rock. “I can’t take it anymore,” he mutters as he throws off his mask.
He positions himself beneath us, between Silas’s legs, just so he can reach up to lick me.
Feeling his tongue along with Silas’s length as it throbs inside me is almost too much to take. My head tilts back, right where Heath has crawled on top of the rock.
He grabs my neck, squeezing the life out of me as he forces me back right onto his cock so I’m impaled on both ends. The lack of oxygen makes me feel like I’m on cloud nine.
How these boys keep doing this, I don’t understand, and I don’t think I ever will. But I don’t need to understand my own desires in order to own them and give in. This is what I truly need, what I could never get enough of. These boys have invaded every fiber of my being with their filthy madness, turning my mind and heart into a captive to their every desire.
And even though they hurt me, knowing everything these boys have done for me, every sacrifice they made in my name, I would still make the same choice over and over again.
Because these boys who hunted me … are my insane monsters.
Heath
I bury myself inside her throat and watch her struggle against the rock, her fingers tightening and releasing the deeper I go. I squeeze her throat with one hand and her nose with the other, stopping her from taking even a single breath.
“Don’t you understand? Every inch of you belongs to us, along with every fucking breath you want to take,” I groan, pulling out. “Now suck in that oxygen, little slut.”
She coughs and heaves for one second because that’s all I’ll allow her before I dive back in.
“Wrap that pretty little tongue around my cock,” I say, slapping her cheeks until she finally does it. “Good girl. I know you like being used like this.”
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Silas groans, burying himself inside her to the hilt. “Take my fucking cock deep.”
“Fuck, she’s drenched,” Max moans.
“You lick that sweet little pussy, Max. Keep her on that edge, don’t let her come again,” I growl, thrusting into her mouth like it’s a pussy. “This throat is so goddamn good for fucking I’m going to blow my load.”
She mewls and shakes her head, so I grab her wrists and put them on her belly. “You keep those hands there while I coat that tongue with cum.”
“You’re gonna take him all the way, thief,” Silas says. “We’re going to fill you to the brim, and you’re going to keep it all inside, aren’t you?”
“Swallow me down,” I groan as I thrust three more times before going balls deep.
My dick throbs deep inside, and my eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I roar out loud while my seed spurts into her, coating her throat.
I slap her cheek and pinch her nose. “Now swallow. Swallow, or you won’t get to breathe anymore.”
Her eyes are red, and her lips are swollen, but she still does exactly what I say like the greedy little slut she is, and I can feel her tongue wrapping around my shaft to clean it all off. “Good girl.”
“Oh please, can I taste it?” Max moans.
“Fine then,” Silas growls as he pulls her down from the rock and bends her over. “Open your mouth, slut.”
I grab Max by the neck and push him down, tilting his head up by his hair. “Open your mouth.”
She dribbles what’s left of my cum right into Max’s mouth, who gobbles it up like a needy little twink. “Good boy.”
Now this? This is what I would fucking die for.
He leans in and steals a kiss from her while I tear off my mask. So I do the same, stealing him away from her, before I kiss her too, tonguing the two of them at the same time until our moans turn into one.
Not one, but two of my favorite toys as my fucking lovers.
Mine to use … mine to fucking cherish.
Until the day we fucking perish.
Silas
I rip Ivy away from their lips and throw her down onto the muddy ground where my knife lies. I straddle her and shove her legs up far above her waist, exposing that filthy little pussy for everyone to see. And I give it a good slap so that I can listen to her scream.
“That’s my girl,” I growl as I push the knife into her cheek. “I need more. I’ll always need more, little thief. The one thing you stole wasn’t yours to take … so now you’ll have to endure a lifetime of beggary. Think you can do it?”
“Silas,” Max says through gritted teeth like he’s scared for her.
But Heath holds him back by grabbing his throat and kissing him instead, distracting him long enough so I can finally have some one-on-one time with her.
She whispers, “You won’t kill me.”
The edge of the blade punctures her skin. “Tell me why you think that a serial killer would be able to stop himself.”
“You made a deal …” Her eyes sparkle. “A new deal. One neither of us can ever run away from.”
Forgiveness.
That’s what she promised to deliver to my greedy fucking heart.
The one thing I will never be given freely … unless I work for it every damn day of the rest of my life.
Grinning, I pull at my mask and tear it off, chucking it aside. “Then you truly are a master thief,” I say, slowly sliding the knife down her body as I lean up to watch the fear slowly build in her eyes. “Stealing not just my heart … but my freedom too.”
I puncture her skin right above the scar I have already created to draw out a letter.
“You’re chained to me, Ivy,” I murmur as I pierce her skin again, finishing the first letter.
“And I need the entire world to know you belong to me in every sense of the word.”
“God!” she yelps as I carve the second letter.
“God can’t hear you in the depths of hell, little thief. But the devil can … and he sure loves to hear you beg,” I murmur.
Her blood pulsates with heat, and I bring some to my lips and suck it up gleefully before adding the third letter.
“You can do it.”
She sucks in a breath through her teeth.
“Look at me.”
Tears stain her eyes, but she keeps them fixated on me as I carve the fourth one deep into her skin.
“Good girl. Just one more.”
I bring my thumb to her eyes to pick up the stray tear and lick it off. Then I etch the final word into her skin while her drawn-out moan fills the open air, and birds flock to the scene.
I throw the knife to the side. “Now, say the word I spelled out.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Silas.”
As blood rivulets down her skin, I admire my artwork, and my fingers trace the lines. “Silas’s thief.”
I bring my fingers to my lips and suck off her blood, the taste exhilarating and beyond this fucking world.
I lift her hips and watch her eyes follow me down as my tongue dips out to lick the blood straight off the letters on her skin. I shove two fingers into her and roll them around while I apply lavish licks to the wound I created until the agony on her face is replaced by bliss, and nothing is left but sheer wantonness for my deranged love.
And I keep thrusting them in and out of her, coaxing out more moans while watching her unravel right in front of me.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she mewls.
“Yes, come all over the blood on my hands,” I say, rubbing her G-spot.
She moans out loud as her legs quake, and all the hairs on her skin come to life when suddenly, her pussy contracts around my fingers.
I grin with pride as I lower her down and bring my tip to her slit, hovering so close I can feel her whole body tighten. “Now beg.”
“Please …” she whimpers, lost to both the pain and the pleasure while I rip through her with no-holds-barred.
My hand lodges around her throat as I bury myself deep inside her and lean over to smash my lips on hers. “My fucking thief. To have and to hold.”
I fuck her so hard, her whole body begins to quake, and her bound hands search the air for something, anything to hold on to. I offer her my neck, smiling proudly as she digs her nails into my skin and squeezes my throat shut.
But I will never, ever stop fucking with her.
She is mine now, and I am hers.
And with the taste of her blood running down my fucking tongue, I come harder than I ever have before.
Inside my fucking thief.
The only girl who has ever managed to steal this fucking pitch-black heart.