13. Zack
Zack
S he breaks apart so beautifully for me. It’s quite the spectacle to watch. I get the privilege of seeing firsthand an angel lose its wings. Her body writhing as they’re torn from her back.
It’s a shame this is temporary.
Pulling the dildo out of her, another wet spurt of Chloe’s come follows. I drag my tongue up the length of the toy, tasting her.
Delicious .
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh reminds me of why I’m here. How could I forget again?
I turn to Jackson who’s still jacking himself off. His eyes closed tight, his face scrunched up as he’s about to climax.
Disgusting .
That was the face Kat had to see as he raped her.
Fury surges through me as I close in on him.
I swing the dildo at Jackson’s face, smacking him in the jaw. He staggers back, and trips over a pile of dirty laundry on the floor, landing on his ass.
“What the hell was that?—”
“Why?” I roar. “Why did you do it?”
“D-do what?”
“Three years ago. October sixth. Katherine Vaughn. Why?” I pant out harshly, spit flying from my mouth.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Stepping forward, I aim my boot at his dick and put my whole weight on it. The crunch shoots up my leg, making my own dick quiver.
“You know what I’m talking about. The whole thing was recorded so don’t lie to me.”
His eyes go wide, about to pop out of his bright red face. “Y-yes. I-uh-we?—”
I lift my boot off his dick so he can actually give me some fucking answers. It takes a few seconds for him to find his voice.
“I don’t remember any of their names. My friend, Christopher, he would sometimes invite me over when there was a new girl. It was just a bit of fun!”
“You think drugging and raping girls is fun?”
“I didn’t rape anyone! They knew what they were getting into!”
“Don’t fucking lie to me! I’ve seen the whole thing. Her cries and mumbled no’s as you held your hand over her mouth while you took your turn are all I fucking hear when I try to sleep!”
“Take it out on Christopher, not me! He’s the one who said it was what the girls were into. He organized it all. I just went along with it. And you can hardly talk! That whore of yours is into the same freaky shit by the looks of it.”
Swiftly, I kick him in the nuts and drop to my knees on his chest. While he’s howling in pain, I shove the dildo into his open throat .
“Taste that? Her come tastes like fucking salvation, doesn’t it? What a shame it’s not yours.”
It’s not mine either.
“Zack?” Kat calls out to me.
“I’m working on it, Kat!” I shout back to my twin as I force the dildo in deeper. Jackson’s eyes bulge as he retches on it, scratching at my arms and face. “He’s never going to hurt you again!”
“Zack! It’s okay.” Soft hands land on my back, and the anger in my body dissipates. When I look over my shoulder, it’s not Kat speaking to me. It’s Chloe. My little sinner. And she’s not stopping me. She’s giving me the strength I need to end this.
I push the dildo in so deep that I lose grip of the end. Jackson’s body convulses with pained gagging sounds before he stops moving completely.
Chloe moves away from me, one hand clutching her rosary as I get to my feet. She’s scared I’ll hurt her? I’m starting to think that’s what she wants.
“You let me kill him.”
She swallows her disgust as she looks down at the body, her nose scrunching up in the cutest way as she stares at his mouth.
“You had a reason for wanting him dead, and bad men deserve to die.”
That they do.
I take a step toward her, and she inches back.
“I could have done it for fun. The same with the other guy. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, same as you.”
She shakes her head defiantly, a few dark curls bobbing around her forehead. The rest hidden beneath that ridiculous thing on her head .
“I don’t believe that. You were prepared for each one.” She nods toward my bag. “Whatever they did to deserve to die in such brutal ways must have been awful.”
I grab her by the throat and lift her onto her tiptoes. She holds onto my arm, but doesn’t try to pull me off.
“Tell me why they needed to die. Tell me who Kat is,” she chokes out.
She heard her name, but not the details? Why does that disappoint me? It’s not like anything will change if I share the trauma with her. It won’t make this any easier or alter my endgame.
I squeeze tighter. “Why do you want to know? So you can absolve me? Make me see the light? Little sinner, even you don’t believe in that.
You wouldn’t be offering yourself up to me so freely if you had any faith left.
The only way you’ll be washing away my sins is with your drenched little cunt.
I’ll lap up that holy water anytime I feel like getting a taste of divinity, and not because you’re offering it. ”
I toss her back onto the bed, and leave her gasping for air as she rubs at her throat.
Her panties are loose on the sheets. I pick them up, and feel their dampness in my palm. Bringing them to my nose, I inhale the scent of us both. Fuck, we’re an intoxicating pair.
As I tuck them safely away in the pocket of my jeans, I wonder if souls get to take keepsakes to the afterlife with them.
These will be mine. Even if hell is real and I’m subjected to an eternity of pain, I’ll be able to endure it with Chloe’s panties burning a reminder of our short time together in my pocket.
I look over her limp body on the bed. There’s more than just lust fueling my need for her now. She’s strong. I admire that. I’m slowly cracking the shell her religion had encased her in, and seeing the deviant hidden beneath.
“Right now seems like the perfect time for another taste of you.”
Pinning her legs open, I dive straight into her heat before she can protest. She’s a slippery, wet mess. My face is immediately slick with her previous release, and I can’t wait to get drenched in more.
“Zack, I can’t,” she whimpers.
Looking up at her, I drag my tongue over her clit, making her wince. “Did you forget what I told you?”
She shakes her head weakly, a soft acceptance in her eyes. “I come for you.”
“That’s right. So, if I say I want another taste, then you better fucking feed me.”
I push my tongue deep inside her, and let my eyes drift shut as I savor her rich taste.
Where has this been all my life? Even the worst days would have been tolerable if I knew I had this waiting for me.
My heart aches for the loss of it all. Pushing those thoughts aside, I focus on getting her off.
Chloe’s fingers dance over my scalp, and her hips squirm insistently.
“You want more, little sinner?”
The fierceness in which she latches onto my hair and pushes my face closer to her pussy is the only answer I need.
I speed things up by pushing two fingers in and caressing her sensitive spot.
“Oh God—Zack! No one’s ever…done this before…never made me feel this way.”
She’s not a virgin, not afraid to give head, and knows how to suck a dick clean, but no one’s ever gone down on her?
What sort of useless pathetic men has she been with?
I’m a selfish dick, but even I like to see a woman get off.
Now that I’ve seen the way Chloe reacts, I want her to get off every single fucking time.
Multiple times. Hell, I’d be happy to just watch her come and leave myself with blue balls.
“I’m ready! Please, please, let me come now!”
That she fucking is. But it’s my call to make.
“Not yet.”
She moans in frustration and bucks her hips, making my fingers spear deeper.
Oh, she’s so close. Just a few more seconds, and I’ll have her coming down my throat.
A vile retching sound has my fingers freezing inside her.
“The fuck?”
Looking over my shoulder, I see Jackson on his side, the dildo slipping from his mouth along with a load of vomit.
“Would you look at that?” I smile at Chloe. “Your faith in me has resurrected him. I’d be mad he’s not dead, but this means I get to kill him all over again.”
Chloe’s face pales as she watches Jackson choking. His eyes are barely open, and his arms are limp. Better hurry this up before he dies of his own accord and not by my doing.
Pulling my knife out, I hold it up so Chloe’s attention fixes on me. “Zack, what are you going to do with that?”
“Kill him, obviously. But first I need a little something from you.”
I slip my fingers free from her, and press the flat side of my knife to her pussy. The sharp tip barely a millimeter away from her swollen clit.
“Zack.” Her whole body tenses up. “Don’t hurt me. Not like this. Please.”
“Oh, darlin’.” I reach up and stroke her cheek. “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re going to soak my knife in your holy juices before I kill him with it.”
The tiniest of gasps rushes from her lips. I wait for the objections to follow. But they don’t come.
She swallows nervously and wets her lips. Her muscles relax, and the look she gives me hits deep. Fuck. That’s not good.
Locking away every reason why I shouldn’t be doing this in the back of my mind, I let the chaos take over.
“Come on my knife, darlin’.” Edging it out of the way, I hook my fingers inside her and press back on that sweet spot of hers.
Her walls clench tight on my fingers as she tips her head back and screams. I quickly slip free and hold the flat edge of my knife to her entrance instead.
She squirts all over my blade, coating it in her essence.
Once she’s finished, I hold it up to admire its new shine. “Isn’t that pretty.”
Chloe’s a shaking mess, and barely able to hold her head up. I’m tempted to crawl onto the bed next to her and hold her tight. Feel her melt into my embrace as she recovers from her orgasm.
No. Enough of this sweet shit. Why the fuck am I thinking like this when there’s blood to be spilled?
Jackson’s retching starts to slow down, and I realize I might be missing my chance. Leaving Chloe to her own mess, I stand over Jackson and roll him onto his back.
One eyelid twitches open. I cock my head as I look at him.