Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Menace
I’m fucking in love.
Really, really in fucking love.
Hill’s hand is red with blood, and a murderous glint still flashes in his eyes.
I’ve never seen a more handsome man in my life. Though his tattoos are covered up. A pity, really. They’re a work of fucking art.
His eyes blow wide when I step closer to him, his hand gripping the handle of his switch blade harder.
As I approach, he backs away, his breathing coming in pants as he looks up at me. Hill searches my face, probably wondering what I’m going to do about what I just learned about him.
I’d fucking propose if I had a ring on me.
“What are you going to do, little psycho?” I ask when his back hits the wall, his knife stuck between us. “Gonna use that blade?”
“Wha…Menace. What are you doing here?”
I hum and press my nose to his throat, breathing in the scent of his sweat, foundation, and death. “You lied to me. You told me you were going to bed. Imagine my surprise when I saw you with another guy.”
“He was…Menace. What are you gonna do?”
Grabbing his hip, I push against his cock, showing how much I liked his work. “There’s so much I could do to you right now, Hill. But I’m sure the cops will be here soon.”
Still, I don’t let him go.
My grin sharpens as I snake a hand around his waist and drag him closer, sliding it under his shirt to rub his bare skin.
He’s warm and soft, giving me flashbacks of the night we spent together.
I fucking loved touching him. He was putty in my hands.
His smooth skin branded itself on my brain, a memory I won’t soon forget.
“What did he do?” I ask, stroking lightly over his flesh.
“Menace…” He repeats, sounding almost like he’s in distress.
If he’s thinking like I would in his position, he’s probably wondering if he should kill me since I saw what he did. But I wouldn’t dream of turning Hill in. He just proved to me that our connection wasn’t just some sexual fluke. He’s just like me.
We’re a match made in hell.
He presses his knife harder into my belly and I hiss, but I don’t let him go. Instead, I tip his chin up so he’s looking me in the eye. “Tell me, my little psycho.”
“Rapist,” he breathes out. “He drugged people and assaulted them.”
I hum, impressed that he took a criminal off the streets. “Good call.”
“Menace, I don’t…”
I look at him as I fiddle with the button of his pants. “I love when you say my name. Loved watching you work even more.”
Hill gasps, though I’m not sure if it’s from my confession or because I wrap my hand around his cock. His eyes grow heavy lidded, and he raises his free hand to grip my bicep.
The sound of sirens fills my ears, but I don’t stop. I want my fucking prize before we flee the scene.
My hand moves over his shaft, tugging him until he’s fully erect. “God, you’re amazing, you know that?”
He breathes a laugh that turns into a moan and his eyelids flutter shut. “So I’ve been told. Faster, Menace. I’ve never…I’ve never come by a body before.”
My dick gets so hard that it could split bricks through a mountain of diamonds. “Have you wanted to?”
Hill pulls in a deep breath that’s broken by a groan when I collect the precum from his crown with my thumb. The blade presses in more, the cold steel causing a flush to bloom over my skin. Wetness trickles down my skin and my dick gives an almost violent twitch.
“Answer me, baby,” I say, spitting between us so I can wet him up, making the hand job better.
“Fuck…” Hill’s hips move as he fucks the circle of my fist. “Yes, I have.”
A feral sound rips from my throat and I take his lips in a greedy kiss, slipping my tongue into his mouth as I jerk him harder, rougher.
The sirens grow louder, but he makes no move to extract himself from my arms. Fucking someone after a kill is a fantasy I’ve had in the back of my mind for ages. Why the fuck would I let something pesky like the cops stop that?
“You’re my first,” he says, pushing my arousal to untold heights. “The first one to touch me after I’ve finished a kill. I’ve always wanted to kill, then come. You gonna make me come, Menace?”
I cup his chin, tipping his head back so I can meet his eyes. “Fuck yes, little psycho. I want you to blow your load all over my hand. Let me feel it.”
I’m not worried about anyone coming to see what the trouble is.
Hill and his target walked far enough away from the club that they’re almost in an area where the cops don’t rush to get here.
They might have heard his screams, though.
It’s not exactly a residential area, but it’s not abandoned either.
“Menace and Little Psycho,” he breathes, raising his chin higher and running his pretty pink tongue across his full bottom lip. “Cute.”
I sink my hand around the back of his pants so I can push a finger into his ass. That’s when I realize he’s not wearing underwear.
Smirking, I ask, “Freeballing for your murder spree tonight?” I lick the shell of his ear, pulling a hissed moan from him.
“A spree means different bodies in multiple locations,” he whispers in a sex slick voice, then inclines his head to the body a few feet from us. “I only have the one.” His free hand rests on my waist, spasming in time to my strokes.
“True. Tell me,” I say as twisting my hand to roll my thumb over his cockhead again, making him groan low in his throat, “why did you lie to me?”
He pants a few breaths, but doesn’t answer, so I tighten my grip on his shift, pulling a surprised moan from him. My little psycho leans heavily against the wall, pushing his hips closer. “Do that again,” he pants, his hands tight on my hips.
“Answer me and I will.”
“Me and Lucian…we planned this kill…Fuck, Menace. Oh god, you feel so fucking good.” More of his precum leaks onto my finger and my mouth waters with the need to taste him.
Pure pleasure dances across his face in the dim glow of the streetlamp.
“You don’t know how fucking hot it is that you saw me kill him. ”
I smile wider, watching him come undone.
I bend to kiss him again, but the sirens are getting louder. Fuck, I want to make him come, but I don’t want to go to prison.
Needing to speed this along, I stroke in earnest. It’s risky, since he could leave biological evidence behind, but I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.
As I tug on his cock, Hill glances at the dead body and his dick hardens even more, twitching in my hand. Fuck, he’s goddamn perfect. What other man likes to think about dead things while fucking?
Killing gives me such a rush, and it seems to do the same thing for Hill.
I press closer, my hard cock brushing against me. “I can’t wait to fuck you again, Hill. Can’t wait to wreck your hole so you can’t think of anyone but me. I’ll be the only thing on your mind while you’re emptying your balls.”
“Jesus,” he whimpers, and my cock throbs, my own balls heavy and full.
He bites his bottom lip, looking up at me as I stare back at him. “Come on, little psycho,” I whisper. “Come for me. I want to taste you.”
I tighten my hand around his dick and jerk him at an almost frantic pace. His body vibrates, strung so tight with his need to come that I can feel it. He’s close…almost there…almost…
The sirens are closer, less than a mile away if I had to guess. Hill’s eyes snap open and his mouth drops and I see it. The wild, heady look in his eyes at almost getting caught, at the cops being right there while he’s getting a hand job.
Fuck, he’s fucking hot. I’ve never met anyone that has me this keyed up without even touching me.
I’m so used to people fawning over me, trying to touch and kiss and fuck me, that I forgot how heady it is to have someone’s pleasure in my hands.
The ability to push him over the edge with just my hand, with the situation we’re in… fuck, I need more.
If Hill thought he was going to get away from me, he’s sadly fucking mistaken.
Leaning forward, I bend to his neck and bite the soft skin there, licking the sweat that coats him. The makeup mars the taste but fuck it.
With a wild scream, he comes hard, his back arching as he pushes his pulsing cock into my grip.
“That’s it,” I whisper, jerking him through his release.
When he sags against the wall, I bring my messy hand to my mouth and lick his off his cum, humming at the salty taste. Absolutely fucking perfect.
“Taste just as good as you did the other night,” I whisper, then I kiss him, pushing my tongue into his mouth so can get a taste too.
He threads his free arm around my neck, rubbing his naked dick over my clothed shaft.
He still holds the knife to my belly, though he’s not pressing it in as much as he did before.
Fuck, he’s a good kisser. Demanding, but patient, giving and taking in equal measures. We might battle for who’s in control, but I win in the end, gripping his chin to hold him steady.
“We’re meant to be together, little psycho,” I breathe against his lips before dropping back down for me. “You’re my perfect match.”
He whimpers and tries to chase my mouth. I give in and place another kiss on his soft lips.
“We gotta go, little psycho,” I murmur against his mouth, before diving back in, nipping at his bottom lip before stroking my tongue over his. He moans into the kiss, and I curse, wanting, no, needing more.
Before I can get more into the kiss and lose myself in him, I snatch away and tuck his shaft back into his pants.
He looks dazed, his lips kiss swollen, his eyes taking on a dreamy quality.
While I would love to stare at his pretty face like this for hours, our freedom depends on us getting the fuck out of here.
“Time to go, Hill.” The sound of the sirens seems to pull him from his sex haze, his eyes clearing as he looks at the body one more time. He nods and flicks his knife shut, stuffing it into his pocket.
I grab his hand and pull. Without delay, we take off running, rounding the corner of the alley quickly.
As soon as we turn the corner, screeching tires fill the air.
He lets loose an errant laugh and I glance over at him, never seeing anything so beautiful in my life.
We stop running when we get closer to the club, where people are congregated on the sidewalk, wondering aloud what’s going on a few blocks over.
Hill and I blend in with the crowd, and I’m sure to keep my head down so no one recognizes me.
With a tight grip on his hand, we walk until we get to his car, where a short pretty Black man is waiting, his hands on his hips. I recognize him as Hill’s roommate.
When he sees me, his eyes widen and he darts his eyes over to Hill. “Where did you find a supermodel?”
Hill huffs a laugh. “Long story.” He tosses his keys to the man, who climbs behind the wheel and starts the car.
Turning to me, Hill looks down at where he cut me, a hiss leaving his lips. “Does it hurt?” My little psycho presses hard into my wound, making a grunt leave my lips, the pain making my dick throb in my pants.
“Nah. Feels good.” I press him against the car until I’m looming over him. “You lied to me, Hill.”
“Kinda had to.” Now that he’s coming down from his orgasm high, fear enters his gaze.
“Denton Graff.”
“Huh?” he asks, his face a mask of confusion.
“Look him up. Then call me.”
Before he can try to stab me in the gut for seeing too much, I give him a quick kiss, then run in the opposite direction toward my car.
When I’m behind the wheel, I pull out my dick and stroke myself hard and fast. I could wait until I get home, but there’s no way I can drive with my dick as hard as it is.
A groan bursts from me as I close my eyes and think about what just happened. Hill is a killer. He’s done it before. There’s no way he could have been that proficient as a newbie.
He’s so fucking perfect. There’s no way I’m going to let him go. He became mine when he pulled that knife across that man’s throat.
Forcing my eyes open, I look down at my stomach where blood trickles down my skin, pasting my shirt to my body.
“Fucking fuck,” I shout when my cock explodes, shooting wave after wave of my release over my steering wheel. I look down at the mess I made and can’t help but smile.
My little psycho. I can’t wait to see how the future unfolds for us.
A match made in hell, indeed.