Chapter Eighteen
Roman
The music booms in my ears, and it’s giving me a fucking headache. My hands are sticky with blood, and the material of my shirt is also done for—making me want to crawl out of my skin, but not before I get what’s mine and skin the fucker that dared to touch her.
Touch what’s mine.
I’m surrounded by drunk idiots celebrating their fucking—I don’t give a fuck; my goal is selfish and for me only.
Kai’s voice cuts through the music, warning the partygoers, but it does the opposite.
It only shows the masked men who work for ODM and me along with them, his location.
Following the masked men through the crowd, I use the commotion of the dance floor, the smoke, and the grinding bodies to keep relatively hidden as more fake blood drips from the ceiling, making me even stickier than I already am.
I hate it.
Moving behind the one closest to Kai, I use the two big guys dressed as wrestlers for leverage and Sparta-kick him straight to the ground as my boot connects with his spine.
The two dickheads are too drunk to care and simply move out of my way to talk to a girl dressed in nothing but a sheer dress and a short pink wig that glows in the dark.
Fuck, even her make-up glows under the dim light.
It makes her look more like a highlighter than whatever the fuck she’s supposed to be dressed as.
I focus my attention on the man I’m currently stomping into the ground, my hair falling messily over my forehead with each connecting hit.
I like the chaos, but this—I LOVE.
It takes a couple more connecting boots to his face before he finally grows still, and when I turn, a girl dressed in a Catwoman costume tries to smile and touch me with her filthy hands. Nothing like a swift movement of my hand to shove her to the side.
“Hands off, bitch,” I mutter, not bothering with apologizing—my body is off limits. I only belong to her. My fucking Xena Bean. She’s lucky I’m running tight on time; otherwise, I would have cut off her hands for touching what doesn’t belong to her and gifted them to my world as a sign of devotion.
To show my Xena that her monster is hers and only hers.
This obsession—this sickness—only thrives within her. For her.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Kai almost slip before he takes off running outside.
My lips curl into a smile. I always enjoy a good hunt, and my best bet at finding my girl is finding his bitch.
Another guy follows behind him, but he's stopped when partygoers surround him, dancing around him even as he tries to duck around them.
I don’t waste my time squashing insects, and instead, follow my prey into the fields.
Outside, the atmosphere is the same, red lights flash, mechanical scarecrows do their best to frighten everyone, but I’m the one they should fear.
They unleashed a monster whose heart only feels for my little junkie…
Everyone else is just noise in the background of my world…
Nothing else matters…
I follow Kai through the thick maze of corn stalks, bumping into couples who fuck in the darkness as smoke curls around them.
My dick jolts with excitement, sensing my girl is near—another couple sees me covered in blood, and I can’t hear what they say due to the music, and well, they are a distance away.
But whatever it is, it is enough to have them scrambling, only to be met by the buzzing sound of a chainsaw.
Feminine screams fill the air alongside the sound of the roaring chainsaw cutting through the man's shoulder.
His face is contorted into a frozen scream, and the girl stands frozen with a stream of piss dripping down her leg and onto the ground.
The sight truly is something fascinating—but I keep moving.
I could have helped her, but I've never been that kind.
Thanks to the little distraction, I almost lost sight of Kai.
Almost.
But just as he cuts a corner, I run right behind him, careful enough to keep my distance while dodging fucking couples. You'll be surprised how many there are fucking in this field. It’s like the outside world doesn’t even exist—just human depravity at its finest. I like it.
The music picks up, the scarecrows let out their mechanical laughter, and just as Kai steps out into a clearing, I freeze as I catch sight of what’s mine. My girl. Standing over a man with a machete in hand, and that has blood running straight into my dick. Fuck, little junkie.
I don’t make myself known, though. There's something about the way she stands that has the psychopath inside me humming with joy. Her small demands, and then Kai speaks and ruins the wet dream. They go back and forth, but just as my little junkie opens her mouth to speak, I allow her to see me.
Her eyes find me immediately—that connection snapping like a live wire.
Placing my finger on my lips. I motion for her to be quiet, but my little junkie is one very bad girl.
“Roman, no!” she shouts, and my body halts at her demand, giving Tokyo enough time to realize that death was only seconds away.
I smile as I wave, my gaze snapping back to my little junkie as she walks towards me.
She’s shaky, all sweaty, and I’ve seen this look before. Withdrawals.
My jaw locks so tight I grind my teeth, forgetting about Kai and Tokyo and moving towards what’s mine. She needs me, fuck everything else. She jumps into my arms, weakly of course, but it’s okay—I’m strong enough for both of us.
“Ro,” she breathes into my skin as she inhales me as if I might disappear.
Just before I lose myself and get high off my addiction, I grab the machete that she holds on to.
Now, I give her full and undivided attention.
If those two were any kind of smart, they would run because I fear that they are about to see me give my little junkie just what the little fiend needs.
A shot of peniscelin. Xena wastes no time grinding on me, kissing me, her tears land hot on my cool skin.
My hand cups her ass as I walk her towards the darkest corner of the field.
“What do you need, baby?” I rasp out, my voice is heavy with need. “You,” she whines just as her hand slips behind my waistband.
Fuck.
The moment her hand connects with my skin, all common sense leaves my body and awareness—only on her.
Don’t be shocked, I’m aware that I’m sick and that she’s an addict.
Her hand greedily strokes my cock, hard and fast… just like the itch crawling beneath her skin. “Make me feel you,” she breathes. “Please.”
“No need to beg for what’s yours, take it.”
That's all my girl needs, and of course, with a little help from me, I drive myself inside her. The feeling has my balls drawing tight, and the heat coming from inside burns my cock while she blesses it with her arousal. She’s fucking dripping for me.
I don’t even care that there are people literally screaming.
Instead, I focus on making her feel good.
Unfortunate is whoever has the balls to interrupt me while I’m deep inside my fucking cunt.
She throws her head back, and my mouth finds the hollow of her throat—she’s wearing way too much fucking clothing for my liking, but this is medicine. This is how I help her now—it's me.
She’s safe, and I’m real.
Fucking her through it like the good little whore she is, I drop the machete to the ground and place my boot on top of it, grabbing a piece of the dried stalk and wrapping it around her neck so I can pull her down to me with each brutal thrust of my hips.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as I drive deeper—my balls slapping against her pussy. It’s my favorite symphony—I might as well be at church, worshipping. I look down, pulling out my cock before driving it back in slowly, watching as her cunt sucks me right in.
The stalk wrapped around her neck strains her neck back as my other hand holds her ass, bouncing her on my dick until I feel her pussy flutter for me. Her walls are convulsing, ready to strangle me before weeping that sweet nectar I die for.
“That’s it, little junkie. Take what you need,” I grunt out as I thrust harder, making her legs quiver in a way only I can.
“Go on, baby, it’s me fucking you through it.
” My words are answered by a feral cry as she pulls herself onto me, the stalk ripping and falling to the ground.
I hold her as she orgasms and follow her there just like I would with anything else. She cries into the crook of my neck.
My dick is still deep inside her as sobs wreck her body. “Shh, you’re safe,” I whisper, my hand running down the length of her spine. “I got you.”
“I love you.” The words are so muffled that I can barely make them out. “I love you, baby,” I reply as we remain in each other's embrace, not caring about the carnage around us. Everything ceases to exist.
A loud clap rips me out of the trance. Xena's head snaps up, and with her still in my arms and my dick inside her, I turn to face the motherfucker that’s about to die today.
“Great show you put on there. She was never that enthusiastic for my cock.” I recognize the asshole immediately and also notice the fucking gun he's pointing at us. Using my boot, I try to hide the machete as I slip from inside her and lower her to the ground, using my body as a shield as I tuck myself in. From behind me, I can feel the tension that rolls off her body in waves. “You want her, you’re gonna have to kill me first.”
He laughs so hard his mask falls from the top of his face. “That can be arranged, but I have so much to do before I can send you to hell.”
Then, a loud bang fills the air, and the pain in my kneecap is immediate, along with the scream that rips from Xena’s throat. “Now, little junkie,” he teases, pointing the gun at me. The pain has me almost wanting to collapse onto my knees, but I can't—not now.
Not here.
She shifts from behind me, and I snap my gaze at her quickly.
“Don’t you dare,” I hiss at my girl, who’s already itching to sacrifice herself for me.
I won’t have that. She’s everything to me; without her, I have nothing.
Her brown eyes go wide and fill with tears as I shake my head. A clear and firm, FUCK NO!
“Do you want me to kill you now?” Using the barrel of the gun, he scratches his temple. “Where’s the fun in that? C’mon, be a good whore and let me show him how much you like my touch.”
Another shot rings out, and this time, I fall to my knees as the bullet strikes my side, with Xena collapsing beside me, her tears streaming down her face.
Fuck this isn’t good. “The mighty Roman Delgado has fallen,” he exclaims as he ends his comment with a hard clap and then another.
“You will soon understand the depths of my hatred for you.” Pointing the gun at us, “Delgado.”