Chapter 20
KILLA
The apartment is quiet when I slip inside, and I cringe at the loud squeak my boots make as I head toward her bedroom. I’m torn between leaving my boots at the door or not, but then I mentally kick myself for even considering it.
This is not my home; I should not care if I wake the kid up or not. Nope. I’m the fucking devil in the night, emerging to repay the sins of a little demon, and I’ll start with satiating my infatuation with her.
I push open her bedroom door, and a rush of excitement flashes through me when her scent wraps around me, bathing me in her intoxication.
She’s in her sleep shorts and camisole again, tangled in the sheets with her leg thrown over the side of the bed.
Her mass of dark, wavy hair covers the pillow, and my fingers twitch to scoop it from her face and count the freckles beneath her lashes, but I refrain from being tender and drag my hand over her bare leg.
Slowly, I work my way up to her neck and slide her hair from her shoulders, embracing the smell of her. Reaching into my cut, I grab the needle Morgue gave me.
I bite the lid off with my teeth and spit it to the floor before I push the needle into her neck. She winces but doesn’t stir, which is odd, considering I just placed a tracker in her neck. The pain makes grown-ass men’s balls shrivel temporarily from the shock.
But not Cass.
Once I’ve finished with the needle, I slip it back into my pocket like it was never there.
The thought of knowing her every move, if she ever makes contact with the sick son of a bitch she shares DNA with, has possession washing over me.
She’s mine. Even when she’s completely unaware of it. From now on, wherever she plans on going and whoever she meets with, I’ll know all about it. Hopefully, she’ll lead me to my sister, but for now, it’s time to play.
“Wake up, Little Demon, the devil has come to claim what you owe him,” I rasp.
She flinches and rubs the sleep from her eyes, then lifts her head from the pillow. “Killa?” There’s not an ounce of fear in her tone, and I find myself torn, loving and hating the fact that I’m her first thought.
Instead of analyzing the way it makes me feel, I concentrate on the sound of my name on her lips, and my cock leaks pre-cum from the slit and over my piercing. I bite into my lip to stifle the groan threatening to erupt from my chest.
“Wake up or don’t, but I need my cock inside you.”
Part of me doesn’t want to give away how much I need her, but the other part, the part that wins, is determined to feel the pure bliss of her bare, tight cunt.
She sits up and faces me, and I despise that I can’t see her expression due to the only sliver of light shining in is coming from beneath the door.
“You’re not going to want to go there. Trust me.
” She blows out a breath. I can just make out the way she pushes her tits up as she crosses her arms over her chest, and my mouth waters at imagining those fucking splendid tits bouncing in my face, her tight nipples pebbled for me to suck on while squeezing the soft, plump flesh in the palm of my calloused hands.
Jesus, that’s hot. I stroke my solid cock, and I can’t help the groan that spills from me. “Fuck.” Unable to contain my beast any longer, I unbuckle my belt, ignoring the startled gasp she releases.
“Kill—” I grab a hold of her ankle and drag her down the bed, then grip her waist and flip her onto her stomach.
I mount the bed and throw my leg over hers, pinning her in place.
“What are you—”
“Shut the fuck up.” I slap her ass hard, so hard my palm burns, but it silences her and allows me to pull my cock from its confines.
Excitement zips up my spine, and I take hold of her sleep shorts and yank them down her thighs. Wetness coats my fingers, but this time, it’s me who jolts.
“The fuck?”
I hold my fingers up to the sliver of light shining from under the door, and my gaze latches onto the balled-up tissue in her sleep shorts. Red. My fingers and the tissue are red.
Coated in blood.
Fuck, she’s bleeding.
I rear back at the realization she swapped the feminine product at the store for the kid’s chocolate and is choosing to ball up tissue in her sleep shorts.
The fuck?
She can’t afford women’s items and put the kid first. Something twists deep in my gut, and my heart thumps heavily, as if reminding me to breathe.
She’s a good mama; unlike the bitches we got dealt with as kids.
A soft whimper lodges in her throat and brings me back to the present, where the slickness on my fingers has my mouth watering.
Jesus, I’m fucked up. So unbelievably fucked up.
“You’re bleeding, Little Demon. Shall I make you bleed some more?” I lick my lips at the thought, and my balls pang with need. “You can coat my cock in your blood while I fill you,” I rasp in her ear, earning a shudder from her.
She attempts to raise herself up, but I use my thick hand to push her back into the mattress and span my fingers to hold her in place while my other hand strokes my cock over and over again.
I love the power I hold over her, knowing I could destroy her in a heartbeat and expel my own demons on her small pliable body, but not until I’ve had my fill.
Not until I’ve left her drowning in my cum.
I glide my piercing up and down the crack of her ass and chuckle at the way she stiffens. “If I want to take that little hole, there’s nothing you can do about it.” I grin. “You ever been fucked up the ass, Little Demon?” I rasp.
“N-N-No.”
The word is music to my ears, sending a rush of possession through me, and I already know I’ll be taking that hole and making it my own. “My big cock is gonna tear that hole open,” I promise. “But right now, I’m gonna fuck your pussy so damn good you forget anyone before me.”
Slowly, I push the head of my solid cock between her legs while nudging them farther apart until wetness covers my tip, and I relish the warmth of it.
Jesus, fuck, that feels good, coating my piercing with her bloody cunt.
Hissing between my teeth, I push in, and when I’m fully inside her soft, tight hole, I lean over her and grind out my words. “My cum didn’t take, Little Demon. Hold on tight while I flood you until you’re full of me some more.”