Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Menace
Hill opens the door, looking as good as he always does. His brown hair is a wavy mess over his head, slightly damp from a shower, I’d guess. He’s wearing a loose white shirt that does nothing to hide the pink of his nipples and shorts that show a lot of his muscular thighs.
God, this man is a fucking vision.
“Hey,” he says nervously, stepping aside so I can enter. “Did anyone see you?”
Grinning, I say, “What, you ashamed of me?”
He gives me a deadpan look, then locks the door and takes my hand, pulling me down the hallway. “No, I’m sure you don’t want paparazzi waiting for you at the door.”
“Aren’t you paparazzi?”
“Hardly,” he says, and I can hear his eye roll in his tone. “I’m an investigative journalist. I don’t hound people for interviews. I ask. If they say no, I find another way.”
We step into Hill’s room, decorated in blacks and blues with a king-size bed that looks comfortable as fuck. I walk over and sit down, looking at Hill across the room, leaning against his door.
“Denton Graff,” he says, and my smile grows wider.
“Denton Graff.”
“What did he do?”
“Killed two of his wives. What did you think of my masterpiece?”
Hill bites his bottom lip, making his way over to me slowly. When he’s standing in front of me, I spread my legs and rest my hands on the backs of his thighs.
“I got hard at work when I saw the crime scene photos.” His eyes widen, then he rushes to say, “Not because of the body, but because you did it. It’s so fucking hot knowing that you were the one to end him and how you did it...”
“Yeah?”
“It was…” he looks down at me, eyes blazing with something that makes my blood stir. “…beautiful. A work of art. What did you use?”
“A bat. First time I’ve used one.”
Hill straddles me, rubbing his hard dick against my belly. “What do you usually use?”
I grab his ass and pull him as close as I can, until I can feel his breath fan across my face. “A knife if I can, a gun if I can’t get up close and personal. You?”
“I like the closeness,” he says, grinding on my cock. “I like to feel their blood on my hands. To feel their heart stop beating. I…I love…”
Snaking my hand through his hair, I pull him down and fuse my mouth with his. Hill moans, wrapping his arms around me to hold me closer.
Getting a good grip on his ass, I roll us over until he’s under me. Our cocks rub together as I kiss him, hiking up his leg to wrap around my back.
“Menace,” he murmurs as I lick down his neck to nip at him. “Fuck, how are you so perfect?”
I grin against his flesh as I move lower down his body. “I could ask you the same. Never thought I’d find someone that was into the same…extracurricular activities as me.”
“You found me. And you’re…like me. I can’t…I’m just…you’re famous.”
“I know. Been famous for most of my life.” I smile when Hill scoffs. “But that doesn’t stop me from doing what needs to be done.”
“I like that. A man after my own heart.”
We don’t talk much more after that, sucking and licking our fill of each other. I strip Hill out of his clothes, looking down at his beautiful body as he’s sprawled under me.
Dragging a hand up his torso, I whisper, “Never seen someone so fucking beautiful.”
He grins and poses, showing the lithe lines of his body. “You’re a model. I’m sure you’ve seen gorgeous men before.”
“None like you, my little psycho. You’re…
” I grip him under his knees and push his legs back.
Hill’s hands replace mine, his eyes wide as he peers at me.
Looking at his pretty hole, I lick my lips as I gaze at it, puckered and ready for me.
“You’re fucking gorgeous everywhere.” Kneeling in front of him, I thumb over his entrance. “Especially here.”
Sticking out my tongue, I swipe it over his pretty hole, closing my eyes as his taste hits my tongue. An almost feral growl works its way up my throat as I fucking devour him.
Hill moans and practically wails as I push him to his absolute limits. I don’t let up, licking and sucking and pushing and pushing and pushing.
His fingers thread through my hair, holding me close to his ass as I fuck him with his tongue. His moans spur me on, making me try to send him to the fucking stratosphere.
“Menace…please,” Hill moans, pulling me away from where I’m licking at him. “Fuck me. Please. Give me that big cock.”
He pushes a bottle into my hands and I lube myself up. I press in one, two, then three fingers, opening him up so he can take me. Hill keeps his eyes on me, watching as I make him fall apart from just my digits.
Curling my fingers, I press against that magic button inside him, watching his eyes flutter shut and his back arch off the bed.
I’ve been imagining being inside Hill again, feeling his walls close around my cock like he’s trying to keep me within his body until the end of our days.
“Stop or I’ll come,” Hill huffs, biting that sexy bottom lip. Leaning down, I take it in my mouth, sucking on it before I push my tongue inside. Hill gasps as I tangle my tongue with his, still playing with his hole.
“So fucking tight,” I mutter against his mouth. “Want me to wreck your hole again? Have you loose and fucking gaping when I’m done with you?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.”
Positioning myself, I notch my dick to his entrance and push inside slowly. Hill’s mouth drops open as he takes every inch, his breaths coming out in pants.
When I’m bottomed out, I let out a groan, the feel of him fucking intoxicating. “God damn, Hill. I’ve never felt anything like you.”
He hums, rolling his hips into me. “Show me.”
Gripping his hips, I pull back halfway, then slam into him, relishing his moan of pleasure. I do it again and again, soaking up his high-pitched sounds. God, he’s fucking addictive. I want to hear this sounds over and over and fucking over.
“Menace, more. Give me more.”
Pulling out, I flip him over and press his chest to the bed and slide back into him. Hill arches his back as he gasps, his fingers balled tight into the sheets.
“Yes!” he cries, pushing his ass back against me. “Just like that.”
I grasp handfuls of his ass, digging my nails into them as I spear into his hole. I want to leave an impression of my dick in his channel, so he fucking knows who he belongs to.
Grabbing one of his arms, I place it to the small of his back, using it as leverage as I plow into him. My dick looks obscene entering his tight hole, shiny and stretched to the fucking max to take all of me.
And Hill takes my whole dick without complaint, moaning and begging for more.
He bounces his ample ass against me, and I clutch his cheeks tighter, the jiggle almost hypnotizing me.
“Fuck, Menace. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming!”
His hole contracts around me, pushing me into my own release. I empty into him, soaking his walls with my nut, marking him as mine.
It’s only that thought that makes me realize we didn’t use protection.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I roll to the side, bringing Hill with me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t use a condom.”
Hill huffs but shakes his head. “I know. I realized that a little too late. I got tested a few months back and haven’t been with anyone else. You?”
“Got tested last week. My results are negative.”
“Same. So, we’re good?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”
Hill turns over and kisses me quickly. “Come on. Let’s shower. Then we can talk.”
I pull him in, licking inside his mouth. “You don’t want to go for a round two?”
“Not right now. I want to talk.” He rests his palm on my chest and leans his chin on the back of his hand. “I’ve never met anyone I can talk to about killing before. That would scare people off if I told them what me and Lucian get up to sometimes.”
“Lucian is your tiny friend?”
He smiles widely. “Yeah, my roommate. He probably heard us.”
I shrug, not really giving a fuck. “So, you two kill together? Like a team?”
The smile drops from Hill’s face as he shakes his head. “Not normally. He usually finds the people that hurt him in the past and one or the other of us kills them. He had it rough.”
Twisting so I can hold him in my arms, I ask, “Why? What happened?”
He lets out a long breath. “We were in foster care together. None of us had it easy, but Lucian had it really bad. He was placed in a few homes because, I mean, you saw him. He’s adorable and he’s actually really smart and funny.
But he was more introverted in those days and people didn’t like that.
They thought it meant they could beat him or take advantage of him. Those people have to fucking pay.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up. I’m glad he has you, though.”
Hill shakes his head. “No, I have him. He’s my best friend, the first person I met that didn’t treat me like a monster or a freak.
I don’t…I’m not very approachable and I never have been.
As a kid, I didn’t like hanging out with people or being around anyone my age.
Lucian didn’t care about any of that. He stuck close to me and eventually, we started talking and getting to know each other.
He’s the reason I’m a journalist. I looked up to him because he was always so tough, even when he got the shit beaten out of him.
I wanted to be just like him.” Hill smiles and I can’t help but do the same.
“What was your first?” I ask, slapping his naked ass.
He yelps, then glares at me. “You’re a dick.”
“So I’ve heard. Tell me?”
“It was actually one of our group home counselors. He slapped Lucian for crying and…I saw fucking red. I pushed him down a flight of stairs.”
“Quick and efficient,” I say. “I like it.”
“How about yours?”
I frown, not having thought about my first kill in ages. But I remember it like it was yesterday.
“It was my dad.”
The room is silent for a few beats as I’m pulled back into the memory of when I lost both my parents.
“What happened?” Hill asks quietly, leaning back so he can meet my eyes.
I hate being dragged back down memory fucking lane, but I can’t deny Hill anything.
“He killed my mother. He beat her to death.” Sighing, I pull him closer and kiss his forehead.
“He was always an abusive prick. He didn’t beat on me, but he loved hitting my mother.
I told her over and over that when I got older, I’d protect her.
But if ever I hit him for hitting her, he’d beat her worse. So she told me to stop trying.”
“I’m sorry,” Hill whispers.
I shrug, though my chest tightens at the thought of my mother’s body on the ground, her eyes open and glassy as she stared at the ceiling, her blood everywhere.
“I shot him,” I say. “I shot him in the head and made it look like a murder-suicide. Then I went to the mall to walk off the nervous energy, to try to feel bad about what I did to him, but I didn’t.
I felt nothing. He deserved it, so I felt empty of any guilt.
That’s where Sya discovered me. She said I walked like I had purpose when all I was trying to do is run away from my lack of emotion. ”
“Are you unemotional about everything, or just your kills?”
I look at him, meeting his brown eyes. “Do you ever feel bad about the people you kill?”
Hill shakes his head slowly. “No. They all deserve it.”
“Same here. I never kill people for the fuck of it. But people who abuse their kids, their spouses? I don’t mind taking them out and I sleep like a baby when I’m done.”
Grinning widely, Hill says, “You really are fucking perfect, you know that?”
I hum. “So, you lied to me about going to sleep”—Hill snorts—“so you could kill a guy that was drugging people?”
“He was a rapist. Of course I killed him.” He looks apologetic. “I’m sorry I lied. But I didn’t think I could tell you Hey, I’m going to kill some guy in the club, but I’ll call you tomorrow.” He gives me a dry look. “No normal person would respond well to a text like that.”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
Hill is quiet for a few seconds, then he raises himself up so he can look down at me. “Wait, how did you know where I was?”
“You think after the night we had at my place that I was going to let you go? Not on your fucking life, little psycho.”
That would scare most people, hell, a lot of people, but Hill just beams at me. God, he really is the perfect man for me.
“Come on,” he says, nudging me. “Your cum is leaking out of my ass. We can talk more when we’re clean.”
Taking his hand, I let Hill pull me out of the bed, watching his ass bunch and flex as he pulls me into his en suite.
Before we get under the shower spray, I turn Hill around and ask, “Do you want to go on a date with me?”
His eyes widen. “Now?”
An unexpected laugh bubbles out of me at his expression. “No, not now. After this shower, I plan to take you back to bed and eat your ass until you cry. Then I’m going to fuck you until you fall asleep. Then I’ll fuck you back awake.”
“You’re relentless,” he says, but doesn’t say no.
Fucking perfect.