Epilogue 1
ASHER
“Please stop! I’ll never do it again!”
The high-pitched cry coming from our captive doesn’t suit his brawny build and the deep voice I heard him speak earlier.
I guess having your skin shredded off will do that to even the butchiest of men.
Nevertheless, his screams are like music to my ears, and I can tell by Lily’s wild smile, she feels the same.
Thankfully, the basement in the abandoned building is well away from any ears that can overhear the torture my Angel is inflicting. No one is coming to save him. Not now that we have our hands on him.
This sick fuck likes to spend his time selling explicit pictures and videos of him and his own little girls, and Lily decided those poor children are better off without their scum dad.
I have to agree.
Our only problem is that right now, we should be on our way to Gracie’s party.
Lily’s mood plummeted throughout the week, and it was clear she needed to unleash her building anger linked to the fact she is about to come face to face with a man she loathes later today.
All it took was a quiet word with Barrett and he found this sick cunt for Lily to slaughter.
“Stop! Please!” he cries, tears streaming down his blood-soaked cheeks. “I will do anything you want. Just please stop!”
“Hmmm, is that so? You will do anything?” Lily asks, not able to hide her smirk.
“Yes. Yes. Please. Anything,” he begs, and I snicker, momentarily gaining his attention over Lily’s shoulder.
“You’re already doing what I want.” Lily steps forward, gaining his attention again. “You’re suffering.” She digs the long edge of her blade into the flesh of his chest and, ever so slowly, drags it, peeling his flesh like the skin of an apple.
His screams rip through the air again, and I suck in a breath, trying to stay calm. I need to restrain myself from attacking her and leave her to her work.
She needs this. Needs to expel this anger before the party, but fuck… watching her work gets me fucking hard as stone.
The prissy fuck she’s torturing passes out from the pain, and she turns back to look at me over her shoulder, rolling her eyes with annoyance.
“I was hoping he’d be tougher than that.” She throws up her hand in exasperation, and I chuckle, moving forward to glide my hands over the sexy as sin black latex hugging her curves, pressing my body flush with her back, making sure she can feel what she does to me.
“Want me to make you come while we’re waiting for him to wake up?” I rasp next to her turned cheek, seeing them lift as she smiles.
“I’d love that, but I don’t have another suit to put on.”
She’s talking about the latex, so I shrug, gripping her hips and spinning her to face me.
“Nothing wrong with a good old-fashioned dry hump.”
Her brows shoot up before her face morphs into a wicked grin.
“You’re right, there isn’t.”
That’s all the consent I need before my lips are clashing with hers, and I blindly walk her off to the side where an old table sits with empty beer cans on top.
When I break the kiss, I swipe away the cans, and she drops her knife before clawing my bare shoulders, lifting herself up onto the table.
I’m on her the next second, both of us wearing black latex gloves as we practically grapple each other, her legs wrapping around the latex pants she acquired for me.
The moment my hard cock grinds against her needy cunt, we moan into each other’s mouths as we kiss with fervour, humping each other with desperate need.
Lily’s hands come down to claw at my arse as I grind her into the tabletop, our panting breaths filling the space.
When fuckhead tied to the chair groans, I swear Lily’s pace picks up, her ravenous need going to a new height.
“Come for me,” I demand after breaking the kiss, and she growls and nips at my lips, drawing fucking blood.
“Fuck, Angel. Sink those teeth into me!” I practically yell, and she does, moving to my shoulder and sinking her teeth right in.
Our grinding turns frenzied, Lily’s cries falling past her lips where her teeth are still deep in my skin, and the moment she starts screaming with her own climax, mine hits, cum jetting from my cock in a wet sticky mess inside my pants.
But fuck, it’s worth it.
As we fall into a slump on top of the table, I pepper gentle kisses on Lily’s cheek before pushing up to look down at her.
“Did that help to release some of the tension?” I ask, and she nods, a lazy grin tugging at her lips.
“You take such good care of me, Asher Scott.”
Fuuuck. That makes me feel like pounding my chest like King fucking Kong.
“Fucktard is starting to wake up.” I gesture my head in the direction of her captive. “Let’s finish him off and go and surprise your uncle.”
Her smirk turns sinister as she nods, and I climb off her, helping her down from the table.
Taking the bottle of water we have with us, I move to the unconscious fuck, and tip it over his head, snickering as he gasps awake.
“Wakey wakey,” I sing-song in his ear, and he stiffens, blinking at my Angel as she approaches him again, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm, and that big fucking blade twirling in her hand.
“No, arsehole, it wasn’t a nightmare,” she sneers at him. “You’re still here with me.”
“W-who a-are y-you?” he sobs, like he knows this is the day he’s going to die.
As Lily lurches forward, the stupid fucker tries to push himself deeper into the chair, as if that will somehow help him get away from her.
She stabs her knife into his side, and his screams bounce off the blood splattered walls, care of the little flicks Lily does each time she pulls her blade out like she’s creating a masterpiece.
“You probably don’t know me,” she sneers in his face as she wipes the bloodied blade across the skin of his cheek. “But in some parts of the world, I’m known as the Crimson Angel.”
The guy whimpers before his frantic gaze flicks to me as I round him, his eyes pleading like I’ll help him.
“You’re shit outta luck,” I tell him. “Looking at me like that won’t help. You’re here because of what you’ve been doing to your daughters. There’s no way out of this for you, other than death.”
“But—”
“But fucking nothing!” Lily screams in his face before slamming her blade into his leg so fast he doesn’t have time to prepare, and again, his screams bounce off the walls.
When she pulls it free, his eyes roll backward, nearly passing out again.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Lily hisses before slapping his face hard.
His head whips to the side, but it does the trick, shaking off his daze.
“I’m not fucking finished, arsehole. Don’t be rude.”
The coward whimpers, while I moan, loving this side of her.
“I’m the Crimson Angel, which means you’re not getting out of this alive. You need to die!”
As he pleads for his worthless life once again, Lily presses the tip of her blade to the centre of his chest, right over his heart. And then she plunges it in.
My heart is racing, my whole body fucking wired from watching her up close doing what she loves, and the moment she turns to face me with nothing but lust in her eyes, I know for certain that this woman really was put on Earth for me.
“Fucking love you, Lil,” I rasp, my voice husky with need, and those plump lips of hers spread wide.
“I love you too, Ash. So fucking much.”
Fuck… I wonder if we have time for another hump session before we leave for the party?