Chapter 2
“ F uck. Suck harder.” I grip Rune’s white hair in a tight fist when my cock hits the back of his throat and he swallows around me.
He sucks at a vicious pace like he’s angry at it, his teeth scraping my cock with every stroke of his mouth.
The bite of pain amplifies the pleasure and only spurs me on to fuck his mouth harder.
Calix waits patiently on his knees for his turn like a good boy, his hands resting on his thighs that are spread just far enough apart to see the metallic glint of the cock cage keeping his erection at bay.
He’s not allowed to touch himself or come without Rune’s permission, and Calix is just enough of a shit disturber to defy him if given the chance.
Rune and Calix are adoptive brothers who have been fucking for about as long as they’ve been family.
They’re extremely possessive of one another.
I’ve been the only one they allow to join them, because they understand every interaction with me is merely transactional.
They’re in the same line of work, so they know what I do and why I get so pent up to the point of needing release.
They’ve seen me go off the rails and what the trail of bodies that I leave in my wake looks like when the tension gets to be too much for my mind to handle.
I have a bloodlust that needs to be satiated, and when I’m not getting it on my hands, that’s when my control starts to slip.
A psychiatrist would have a fucking field day taking a deep dive into my mind and dissecting my brain, but I’ll spare you the money for the session and just tell you: I’m a psychopath.
I’m “broken.” Fucked in the head, as it were.
But whatever. C’est la vie. Can’t fix what wants to stay crazy, or however the saying goes.
Rune pulls back, his tongue flicking out to lap at the tip of my cock, hitting the magic cross piercing before he bites down on one of the metal barbells and tugs lightly.
The heavy pulling sensation zaps through me and I growl at him, needing his mouth swallowing me down again. Not fucking teasing me.
He and Calix were in the middle of their playtime when I interrupted. Clearly, he hasn’t slipped out of his domineering role yet. Too bad he’s not in charge when I’m here. A smirk plays at his lips when he kisses the head while his hand strokes me firmly from root to tip.
I grip his hair tighter at the base of his skull and bend down until I’m in his face. His blue eyes glint in the lowlight, the promise of misbehavior written all over his face.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I question as I use my free hand to grip his cheeks in a tight hold until his lips pop open.
He grins but says nothing, knowing who the maestro is in these moments.
I give his cheek a slap before gripping his jaw tight and jerking his face closer to mine with a snarl on my lips. “ Open .”
I can tell he wants to defy me, but I’m a second away from fucking stabbing him with just how close to the edge I am.
He must see it in my eyes, because his entire demeanor shifts and it’s like a switch flips.
Rune’s eyes glaze over as he slips into submission and parts his lips, his tongue darting out.
I look him right in his eyes as I spit directly into his mouth.
He doesn't even get a chance to swallow before I’m gripping the sides of his face, fucking his mouth at a punishing pace once again.
It’s a brutally erotic sight, to see all the spit streaming down Rune’s chin and coating his chest. Calix squirms next to him, whimpering and moaning at the sight of his partner getting his throat so thoroughly used and abused by me.
Feeling my release beginning to coil in my gut, I free myself from Rune and turn toward Calix, who is waiting eagerly. His naturally submissive nature paired with his big, dark eyes, soft curls, and freckles do well to hide how he likes to be treated like a filthy little rag doll during sex.
I slip into his mouth, fucking him just as roughly, though not as deeply, as his gag reflex only allows me to go so far before my piercings have him heaving uncontrollably.
I may be a fucking monster, but I know my sexual limits, and to keep their trust in me, I honor theirs as well—never pushing past what they can handle.
It just so happens that these two can handle my brand of rough, so it works.
I’m seconds away from coming. The all-consuming feeling of release snakes its way down my spine and tightens my core. I pull out, stroking my cock with a tight fist while Rune and Calix press their faces together, mouths open and tongues out.
Just before it hits me, my phone chimes incessantly from the other side of the room with rapid-fire notifications. It’s the sound dedicated to my encrypted email, solely for kill contracts.
It doesn’t stop. The notifications are fucking grating my nerves, but Rune and Calix wait patiently on the ground while I storm across the room, my cock throbbing heavily, and grab my phone.
I’m nearly crushing it in my grip while I read over the notifications.
I have one from the Pakhan, confirming my kills for the night and asking if I made a fucking mess big enough for a cleanup crew. I tell him no.
Let the media see what they’ve done. The Cupid Killer doesn’t target just anyone, after all.
The next notification is a rush kill contract .
Intended mark: O
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Payout: $30 million—half upon acceptance and remainder to be paid with POD
Reason for elimination: N/A
Instructions: I’ll be out of the house tonight and need Target eliminated ASAP. Payout will be doubled if eliminated before midnight.
N/A? I don’t fuck with that shit.
But O? The initial sparks something uneasy in my chest. Those goddamned pesky alarm bells start sounding off in the back of my mind.
This contract is sketchy as fuck and I don’t trust a damn thing that isn’t backed up with facts or evidence. This has neither. The target doesn’t even have a last name listed. I’m about to delete the email when my phone chimes with a notification from my banking app.
NEW DEPOSIT REQUEST: encrypted direct dep. $15 million.
ACCEPT?
I click out of it and back into my emails, checking the next one. This one is a little more urgent.
I need her eliminated tonight. First half of payment has been sent. I will pay the second half immediately upon receiving POD.
“Fuck.” I swipe a hand through my hair, my erection rapidly deflating and my blood pressure rising.
“What is it?” Rune asks softly from across the room.
“Come look at this contract,” I say, pulling my boxers and jeans back up over my hips, knowing I won’t be getting what I need right now.
They each rise and walk over to where I stand, Rune wrapping a blanket around Calix’s shoulders. I hand him my phone.
“This person is willing to pay thirty mil to eliminate some girl before midnight.”
It’s the largest amount of money I’ve ever been offered for a contract.
“Did they say why?” Calix asks, looking over Rune’s shoulder.
“No.” And I don’t give two shades of shit about the money either. I’m more curious as to why someone is so desperate to get rid of this girl. I may be a killer, but I don’t target innocents. Like I said, cleanse the world of filth and all that.
Rune looks up at me and I take my phone back, pocketing it. “You going to take the contract?”
What I really want if I can’t come when I need to, is to either stab somebody or go bed because I’m fucking tired. If I’m sleeping, I’m not stabbing. Win-win for society. But that contract keeps nagging at my brain.
“I’ll look into it. That’s a lot of money, which tells me that this person must be desperate not only to make one woman disappear, but he wants her made a spectacle of.”
I don’t usually abide by the alarm bells that start ringing in my head, but I have enough common sense to do some recon before I stab a random woman through the heart.
“Maybe she saw or heard something she wasn’t supposed to,” Rune ponders, absentmindedly stroking his own hard cock. I need to get the fuck out of here.
“You want any help?” Calix asks but I look at him, then glance down his body to the open blanket where his cock is still red and straining against the cage.
“No. But I think you do.” His face flushes and he looks to Rune expectantly. “I’ll see you two later,” I throw over my shoulder as I pull on my shirt and head toward the door.
“ Adris, ” Rune calls. I pause, keeping my back to them. “You good?”
“I’m not feeling extra stabby right now if that’s what you’re asking,” I answer. Not waiting for a rebuttal, I walk out the door and head to where my bike is parked in their circular driveway.
I read over the emails again and again, checking to make sure I didn’t miss any attachments or additional information, but there’s nothing. I reject the deposit request but accept the contract. Only once a contract to kill is accepted do I receive the coordinates for the mark.
It’s time to find out who O is. I have half a mind to strangle her just for interrupting my orgasm and putting off my sleep schedule. If she’s guilty? Well, I just may take my time with tearing her apart piece by piece before plunging an arrow right through her fucking heart.
——
Goddamnit, I am having zero fun right now. The person who put the hit out on this girl is making everything entirely too easy for me and it’s only serving to piss me off and coil me up tighter.
I tried to run a search on the way here for any women whose names start with O that fit her age within a hundred-mile radius, but it proved fruitless. Well. Fuck a duck.
The gate to the mansion was left slightly ajar, but I opted to park out of sight down the road and trek through the woods like the good little stalker slash serial killer I am. I didn’t have time to clean off my gear so my mask and hoodie are still covered in spatters of Joe’s blood.
I catch my reflection in the glass of the sliding back door of the mansion and tilt my head, grinning at the macabre sight of my outfit.
I am what society would call a “neat freak” if they were to see my habits.
Emphasis on the freak, I guess. I like to know where my shit is at all times and I like it clean.
Unless I’m killing. Make that shit messy, please.
But having a clean presence means less chance of leaving DNA or evidence of my presence behind. I also never really cared for leaving an impression on my targets, but I have to admit that the bloody look does add quite a bit of a sinister vibe.
It’s hard to actually be sinister when the door is left unlocked.
With a heavy, annoyed sigh, I shove it open aggressively, almost wanting it to crash into a wall.
I want to scare the woman into running and giving me the chase my body craves.
But alas, it opens quietly. A mechanism in the track stops it from slamming and it slows until it mechanically latches itself open.
Fucking rich people spoiling my fun with their high tech.
Instructions were vague as fuck so I’m literally operating blind to find this girl.
I make quick work of checking each room on the main level before reaching into my bag and grabbing a handful of zip ties from the front pocket as I trek up to the second floor.
The urge to slaughter something only grows because this level is empty as well.
Every single room is either barren or untouched without a single hint of a feminine touch.
Where the fuck are you?
I’m starting to suspect that I walked right into a trap when I spot a second staircase that leads up to a third and final floor.
I swear to fuck, she better be up here or I’m going to burn this house to the ground and piss on the ashes.
First two rooms are empty. I’m about to turn around in search of gasoline to light this bitch when I catch the faint, warm scent of coconut coming from one of the other two rooms ahead of me.
Following my instincts, I check the door on the left.
It’s silent on its hinges as I push it open.
The room is cloaked in darkness but the heady scent damn near slaps me in the face.
Bingo.