Chapter 44 #2
When we arrive at my warehouse, I ignore everyone, going to get changed in my black latex suit, an outfit Asher can’t seem to keep his hands off, palming my arse or tits every moment he can while others aren’t watching.
He has an insatiable hunger for sex. Filthy sex. And hell, I’m here for it. So I tease him as I walk, putting an extra sway in my hips with each step, loving the bulge in his jeans and the way his eyes eat me up.
AJ’s men are no longer here. It’s just my brothers and cousins, and I can tell they have so many questions when they see me dressed as the Crimson Angel, but I ignore them, asking Barrett to take me to our prisoners.
Barrett’s pace is slow going since he’s using crutches, still looking a little pale, but he assures me the wound isn’t as bad as they thought, and he’ll be walking around in a week.
Devon steps forward and opens the shipping container for him, revealing three males swinging slightly from the ceiling beams, blood dripping from their feet.
“Have they been behaving?” I ask Barrett as I saunter into the room.
“They have.” He nods before clearing his throat as he drags his gaze from me to my new partner in crime, Asher. “We got their confessions on tape, plus they admitted to putting the hit on you. All that’s left to do is kill them.”
“Wrong,” I say, coming to stand before Julian, Stuart, and Monty. “They need to be tortured.”
“W-we’ve a-already b-been t-tortured.” Monty sobs, looking like nothing but a weak wannabe.
“Oh, I see that.” I nod, pacing in front of them, grinning at how messed up they already are.
I hope they’re wishing for their deaths, and I hope it scares them even more when they find out that we aren’t done yet.
“You haven’t been tortured by me yet.” I stop and flutter my lashes at them with a smile. “Or by Asher.” I direct my glare to Monty.
“Please. We’ve given all the information you’ve asked for. We won’t do those things again. You can have all of our money,” Stuart pleads. Or maybe it’s Julian. It’s hard to know who is who when they look identical.
I laugh. “We already have all of your money. What is needed now is justice for all of those innocent girls and women you stole and sold. I’m sure they won’t be happy until your insides are hanging free, and you’re choking on your own dicks.”
The twins start crying uncontrollably, trying to look at each other like that will help.
“I-I didn’t s-steal women. I-I’m not p-part of their b-business.” Monty tries to reason with us, but this time, it’s Asher who laughs.
“You stole my mum. You kept her locked in her addiction while you used her for her house and whatever money she gets from the government. You kept her from me. You’re not innocent here.”
As Monty starts crying, joining the twins, I turn to my brothers and my cousins.
“You may want to leave for this next part. It won’t be pretty.”
They raise their brows before Asher hooks his arm around my middle, pulling me in for a kiss, but he stops just before claiming my mouth, tilting his head to my family.
“It’s about to get very, very filthy in here.”
“Yep. I’m out.” Warrick turns on his heel, exiting quickly as Barrett chuckles.
“You two are bad fucking news. Just don’t kill each other in the process.”
I grin. “Never.”
“Are we seriously okay with this?” Devon grumbles, and Griffin slaps him on the back.
“Come on, Dev. Let’s have a drink while they have their fun.”
As soon as they vanish out the door, leaving us alone with our three captives, Asher finally claims my lips. The kiss is hot and heavy and filled with dirty promises.
When we part, I turn on some music on my phone to set the mood, and Asher tugs off his shirt before we each select a knife from my kit, ready to begin.
Together, Asher and I create a masterpiece.
Crimson floods the room as their screams get muffled by the music, and we work slowly, shredding their skin from their chests, slicing their abdomens open to tug out their intestines and watching them slither to the floor.
It’s pure art.
The moment Asher slams his blade into Monty’s chest, sawing the knife back and forth to work through the ribcage before cracking Monty’s chest open, we fall into a frenzy.
Asher tears Monty’s heart out and tosses it, the no-longer-beating organ slapping to the concrete floor, and I do the same with both twins, my suit slick with blood, while Asher’s jeans are soaked red, and his bare chest is dripping with pretty crimson.
Because the bodies will be left in a different location for the authorities to find, I take my blade and carve my call sign near their collarbones.
The wings with the angel halo above it.
“Do you mind if I add to it?” Asher asks, his British accent thick as the sexiest fucking grin I’ve ever seen tugs at his lips.
Grinning back, I nod and step out of the way as Asher approaches Monty.
He carves a pitchfork in the centre of my angel wings and adds devil horns above it just under the angel halo. Then, to finish it off, he carves a pointy devil’s tail coming off the side in the centre of my angel wings.
My heart warms at the sight of the combination of angel and devil, and Asher turns back to me.
“Couples who slay together, stay together.”
My brows hitch while my lips spread wide in a grin, and Asher saunters over to me, looking like the devil himself, with his tanned skin and dark tattoos smeared with streaks of blood.
“Is that so?” I giggle as he hooks his arm around my waist, tugging me to his chest.
“Fuck, yeah, it is.”
He claims my lips then, our bodies moulding together like a puzzle piece as our killing frenzy turns into a different kind of frenzy.
Before I even realise what’s happening, Asher is peeling off my latex suit, slamming me back against the wall and dropping to his knees.
The blood that coated his chest is now smeared over mine, and I have to admit, from my point of view, looking down at him with my creamy skin contrasting with the blood, it looks fucking hot.
Tearing off my knickers, Asher nudges my feet wide and doesn’t need to warm up my already slick pussy before he’s plunging his tongue as far as it will go inside me.
I cry out, my fingers fisting in his hair as my arousal gushes past his tongue and onto his face.
“Fuck yes, Angel. Make me dirty,” he rasps before burying his head between my legs again, and I start gyrating and thrusting as I chase my orgasm.
With the press of his nose against my clit, and his tongue fucking the sensitive nerve endings just inside me, it doesn’t take long before I’m crying out, an explosive climax slamming into me.
My gaze shifts from Asher to the bloodbath we turned the container into as I pant, trying to catch my breath.
I’m extremely sensitive, but Asher doesn’t remove his mouth, settled on his knees between my legs, he looks like he’s there to stay.
A girl can’t complain about that.
“You taste so good, Lily.” He breathes against my sex, flicking his tongue over my clit a few times and sending sensitive currents right through me. “Piss in my mouth.”
“Asher. You keep asking me to do that. But what if you don’t like it?”
He tilts his head back, grinning up at me past my mound.
“If I don’t like it, then I won’t ask again, but just remember, I licked you clean after you went to the toilet over Easter.
I’ve already tasted you.” He squeezes the backs of my thighs, his fingers digging in just enough to show me how eager he is for this.
“Fine. But I’m not returning the favour,” I rush out, and he chuckles.
“I have the rest of our lives to try to talk you around.”
I roll my eyes while his turn serious.
“I’m so fucking hard right now. Give me your piss, Lily, and then come down here and sit on my cock.”
“Fuck,” I whisper as need slams into me again.
This guy knows exactly how to work my mind and body.
He parts his lips over my sex once again, and I have to fight the urge to fuck his face and concentrate on getting a stream going. The moment the hot liquid spills from me, Asher’s grip on my thighs tightens, holding my pussy to his mouth as I fill it with my pee, which he drinks down eagerly.
Once I’m done, he laves at me, licking me completely clean like he can’t get enough, and I’m so turned on that I start grinding on his lips again.
“Fuck, Angel. Get on my cock!” Asher hisses when he’s done, and I quickly lower myself onto his hard cock as we wrap ourselves around each other.
I don’t even think twice about kissing Asher. I know he just drank my pee, but I don’t care. The entire thing has me fucking thirsty for filth, in whatever way he wants it.
He fucks me hard and fast, and I don’t need any extra help to get over the line. The moment he yells, his release pumping into me, I join him, a scream ripping from my throat.
We stay moulded together for the longest time, the scent of blood, sweat, and sex filling the air, and I know I’ve found my soulmate.
No one will ever compare to Asher Scott.
Just when I think we are going to untangle ourselves and figure out how to get me out of this room in basically no clothes, Asher lays back in the pool of blood.
“Sit on my face.”
My brows shoot to my hairline. “You want to go again?”
He smirks. “I want to clean you up, Angel. As much as I love the idea of my cum dripping down your thighs, right now, I want to suck it from you until you’re clean.”
“Fuck, that’s so dirty,” I whisper, and Asher grins.
“Yeah. It is. You keen?”
I grin back. “Hell yes.”
So that’s what we do. I crawl up to straddle Asher’s face, and he spends the next few minutes licking and sucking his seed from inside me, turning me ravenous.
And then… he makes me come again.