Chapter 12
W atching Kata like this is thrilling and makes me hard.
And when she focuses her gorgeous smile toward me, it just makes me want to take her right here…
and right now. I have no idea what her plan is for these two and that in and of its own is exciting.
The fact that I cannot predict what her next move is… that is exhilarating.
“You don’t get to be happy. You don’t get to have your happy little family. Not when you stole mine from me,” she says, grabbing her by her hair and bringing the woman up onto her knees. She screams behind the tape. Kata stands before her as she sways a bit.
“I hereby find you guilty…and sentence you to an eternity rotting in hell,” she grits out.
Placing her hand on Vicky’s shoulder, digging her fingers into the flesh there, she rears her arm back, then slams her blade into the woman’s abdomen.
Her eyes go wide in shock at being stabbed.
Kata stays close, leaving the knife embedded in her flesh.
Did she not think she would do it?
The smile that lifts my darling beauty’s lips is mesmerizing.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous and I can’t take my eyes off her.
The piece of shit at my feet screams behind his tape as Jackson starts to laugh.
Ethan tries to surge forward to where the two women are facing off, but I wrap my arm around his neck, placing him in a chokehold.
Kata ignores Ethan completely as she tilts her head, letting her eyes roam all over Vicky’s face, watching all the emotions that flit over her face from being stabbed.
Shock.
Confusion.
Pain.
Then fear.
Fear of dying.
Fear of what else Kata will do.
Ethan struggles in my hold, but I’m stronger. With him being restrained by the electrical cord, all he can do is thrash around in my hold. I hear him starting to gasp for breath, so I loosen my hold around his neck so he can watch the entire thing, but don’t let him go.
Without taking my eyes off my darling beauty, I speak low into Ethan’s ear. “Bet you're regretting your decision to betray her now, aren’t you?”
Kata gives the knife a little twist just slightly, making the woman grunt. She attempts to double over, but the hold Kata has on her shoulder is keeping her in place.
Time seems to slow until Kata pulls the curved blade back. But only for a second and then, in rapid succession, thrusts the knife in and out of Vicky’s stomach. Over, and over, and over again.
Blood is pouring out of the thin, pale woman onto the cement floor, as she collapses to her side, groaning.
The smell of copper and sweat fills my nostrils as Kata remains squatting in front of Vicky, watching her bleed out.
Now that I can get a full view of my girl, I can finally see that her arm holding the blade and the entire front of her clothes are covered in splattered blood.
My darling beauty watches as Vicky begins to convulse with labored breaths. Kata’s head tilts in curious attention. The dying woman’s eyes are unfocused, staring at nothing.
Kata reaches out, lifting up the tattered shirt to get a good look at the masterpiece she created. I can’t even count how many puncture wounds she has in her stomach from this angle.
Her ravaged body is a disgusting mess.
Smiling, she drops the shirt and focuses back on the bloody woman’s face. Leaning over into her face, she whispers loud enough for us to hear, “I win, Vicky. You lose. Now burn in hell.”
Vicky’s head drops to the side. Her eyes become unfocused and her chest stops moving when her breaths come to a halt. Kata sits there watching for another moment, before her head slowly turns looking at Ethan, whose eyes are still watching his girlfriend while tears free flow down his face.
When he finally realizes she’s dead, he slumps in my hold, a sobbing mess. Now that he’s no longer fighting the inevitable, I release my hold on him from around his throat, standing to my full height once again.
Ethan slowly doubles over, laying his forehead on the cold, hard basement floor. Walking around him, I stand directly in front of Kata, extending my hand to help her stand.
She looks up at me from her place, squatting over the dead woman. She's breathtaking, even covered in blood.
Especially covered in blood.
Taking my hand, she allows me to help pull her up. Her hand feels small in mine, but not frail. Not weak. She has shown her strength through her actions tonight, and she is the woman I need by my side.
I haven’t wanted or needed a partner in life, but this woman…She is my other half in all ways that matter.
Her chaos needs my calm.
My apathy craves her passion.
And our demons are the same.
Looking into her radiant green eyes, I know I've found my equal. I don't know how I've lived this long without her, but I refuse to go another day without her.
Wrapping my arm around her waist, I press her body into mine. She fits so perfectly here…in my arms…in my life.
“Let's show this piece of shit what exactly he lost when he betrayed your trust,” I say, smiling down at my girl.
“How would you like to do that?”
I bring my hand to the nape of her neck, holding her face gently, pressing my thumb under her chin, lifting it to give me a better view of her stunning face.
Slowly, I lower my lips to hers in a soft kiss. Softer than I’ve ever been capable of. My darling beauty brings things out of me that I’ve never allowed before.
Sweeping my tongue out, she parts her lips, allowing our tongues to dance in a sensual greeting.
“Just like I thought…sweeter than the sin you promise to deliver.” My hand moves to the back of her neck and grips tightly, deepening the kiss.
My other hand moves up from her lower back to her throat.
As soon as my grip tightens, her body melts into mine.
Minutes pass with us just devouring each other, and everything around seems to just disappear once again. It’s crazy how that tends to happen. How quickly she has become the center of my universe.
Pulling out of the kiss, I flip her around so her back is to my front with my large palm still holding her by her throat. My other hand moves to her stomach, pulling her shirt up and sliding my hand down the front of her sweats.
“Oh fuck,” she groans, pressing her tight little ass back into my crotch, feeling how hard I am for her. Both of her hands come up to grip my forearm tightly, like that's the only thing keeping her up.
Which the way she's swaying it probably is.
My hands slip into a pair of cotton panties, running my middle and ring finger over her folds, making her take a deep inhale of breath. Slipping my fingers into her wetness, I slide them knuckle deep into her entrance.
“You're so fucking wet for me, Sweetness. Tell me what you need,” I ask, as she moans loudly.
“Well…” Jackson says, before my girl can respond. I hear the creaking of the stairs as he stands up. "That's my cue to leave. I'm not gonna sit here and watch you fuck her."
Both of us turn our heads watching as he walks up the steps. “What's wrong, Jackson? Jealous?" I ask loudly, making him stop halfway up the stairs. My eyes narrow at him.
He looks over the banister, while I continue thrusting my fingers deep inside my girl, letting the base of my palm press against her clit. Her panting breaths are the loudest thing in the room, since Ethan's cries have calmed down and are barely audible.
Leaning on the banister with his arms crossed, he winks at Kata, who gives a little breathy chuckle, as her hips are still moving with my hand, chasing her pleasure.
“Yeah, I am actually, “ he replies, cocking his head to the side. Instantly, I'm picturing his death in my head. He's been lying to her about being gay. I knew he was using that just to get close to her, and he's been waiting to make his move.
My fingers slow as I'm about to pull my hand from her panties. Ready to end him. One of her hands drops to hold me secure inside her pants, so I don't stop. I'm glaring at her friend on the stairs. He takes notice of my change and laughs.
“Jealous she's getting some dick. Not what you're thinking, asshole. Calm the fuck down,” he says standing up straight and walking up the stairs again. From the top of the stairs, he says, "I’m gonna wait for you guys up here. Finish this, Toots!”
“Ignore him, Van,” she breathes, while grinding her ass against my hard cock. I groan loudly from the friction. And just like that…her words, her voice, and her tight little body bring me back.
Pulling my hand from inside her pants, she sags in my hold missing my touch.
But I don't release her throat as I begin to pull her joggers and panties roughly down her legs.
Once I get them to her knees, she helps me remove them.
After toeing her sneakers off, she lifts her knees to get them off quicker.
Her movements are frantic, and it's spurring me on knowing she wants this as much as I do.
My hand drops to her wet pussy, as she opens her thighs wider for me, giving me better access.
“You want me to fuck you in front of this worthless piece of shit.
To show him how a real man treats his most prized possession? "
“Oh God, yes," she mewls, making me chuckle.
Looking over, I see Ethan still bent over with his forehead on the floor. Probably just regretting his life choices at this point. This just won't work for me. I need to make my point that Kata is mine. She’s been mine even when he thought he had her.
I pull my digits from inside her reluctantly. Feeling her pussy contract around fingers, I know she’s close to coming. Using two fingers, I start circling her clit in slow, precise movements. I feel her wetness drench my hand, and her little bundle of nerves begins to throb.
“Come for me, beautiful. Let him hear you scream my name. The one who you belong to."
Her breathing escalates as do her moans.
Her head tilts back, resting against my chest with her eyes closed and mouth wide open.
“Fuck, Van. Right there. Oh my…God. Yes…yes…fuck, yes,” she moans loudly as her head thrashes back and forth against my shoulder and her hips start moving, chasing the orgasm I know is ready to explode.
Tightening my grip around her throat, I restrict the air she’s trying to drag into her lungs. Her hands start clawing at my arm as her eyes pop open. She’s gasping for air as my movements become more forceful and quick.
“That’s it…come for me,” I say, feeling her body begin to tighten. Just when I know she’s going over the edge, I release my tight grip allowing her to breathe, but keep a loose hold around her throat as her eyes squeeze shut and her knees lock from the intensity of the orgasm.
“Agghhh…f-fuck…Van,” she screams.
Slumping in my hold, I lift my hand and lick my finger clean of her essence.
My eyes close and groan low in my throat.
“I fucking knew you would be sweeter than honey. Here,” I say, bringing my finger to her open mouth.
She’s still trying to catch her breath. “Taste yourself, Sweetness. You’re a delicacy I want to devour every single fucking day. ”
Wrapping her lips around my digits, she circles her tongue around, tasting herself on me. The suction and movement around my fingers makes me growl. All the noise she’s made, and Ethan still hasn’t lifted his head up.
She releases my fingers with a pop, and I slowly kiss her temple. Leaning down into her ear, I growl my next command, “On your knees.” Her lips lift in a satisfied grin, as she lowers down onto the cold floor. I don’t release her throat until she’s fully on the floor.
Leaning down over her, I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it off and above her head then drop it on top of the pants that we discarded off to the side.
Stepping in front of her, I cup her chin, lifting her face to look into her gorgeous green eyes.
They are absolutely captivating, and I can’t wait to make them tear up from choking on my cock.
“Don’t move from this spot,” I say as my thumb rubs back and forth over her bottom lip slowly. Her exquisite little tongue peeks out, wetting the tip of my finger, teasing me exactly how I like. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth, bruise this perfect throat, but I want to hear you beg me for it.”