XII
MICAH
S torm’s kisses were furious, needy, and desperate.
Wrapping her hands around my neck, she brought me closer to her. With each brush of her hand and body, some of the warm blood transferred onto me. And it was the most precious gift I’d ever received.
She tasted as sweet as honey, as addictive as nicotine. A combination that promised to ruin what was left of my sanity, to cross all the lines until I was on my knees for her, desperate and begging.
And when it came to her, I had no issues obliging in anything she wanted. If she told me to kill myself, I would. That was how much power she had over me and she didn’t even realize it yet.
I lowered my hand from her neck and trailed it down her body. She trembled under my touch, moaning into the kiss while tugging on my hair. A small smirk tugged on the corner of my lips as I wished for nothing but to devour her.
“Micah,’’ she moaned. “My clothes. Take them off.’’
It wasn’t a difficult request.
And my patience started wearing thin. Quickly, I pulled her shorts alongside her underwear down to her ankles, and she was quick to step out of them. My shirt barely covered her ass and seeing her in such a sight in front of me pushed my remaining patience away.
As she waited for me to take my clothes off, she took a step back. She was barefoot and slipped on the pool of blood behind her. I managed to catch her right before her head hit the tiles, but the rest of her body was now soaked in ichor.
As if someone had thrown a bucket of blood over her.
And she was the hottest I’d ever seen her.
“Are you hurt?”
Storm shook her head.
“Good,’’ I mumbled, burying my head in the crook of her neck as I pulled her up, kissing on her soft spot and hearing her soft moans hitting my ear. “You were so brave, Bambi. And you looked good doing it.’’
She chuckled lightly. “Did I?”
“Yes,’’ I confirmed. “You look so pretty covered in blood. I could just eat you up entirely.’’
“What’s stopping you?”
I grinned, sinking my teeth into her flesh. She screamed as I sucked, savoring the sweet droplets of blood where I’d pierced her skin.
“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.’’
Quickly, I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, kissing me furiously. I placed her on top of the table, enjoying the slight biting on my bottom lip. Storm’s eyes widened, her pupils dilated, excitement was evident on her face.
I pushed my boxers down and flipped her around, her bare ass hanging from the table. I smacked it twice, passing on the blood to my palm. Then, I wiped it all on her thighs, watching how gorgeous she looked in that dark shade of red.
I spread her cheeks, her bare pussy in my view. She was already soaking wet, her juices dripping down her thighs.
My finger traced around her sensitive clit, careful enough not to touch her. She writhed, her palms on the table. Turning her head to the side, she looked at me over her shoulder.
“You’re soaked,’’ I murmured, pretty damn happy with this scenario. “What turned you on? Killing a person, or being covered in blood?”
She shivered, softly groaning.
I pushed two fingers inside of her, and she clenched around them. Her thighs trembled, her eyes closed, and a loud moan slipped from her mouth.
She fucking came.
She orgasmed the moment I put two of my fingers inside of her.
Sliding them out, I moved closer to her, the tip of my cock perfectly aligned with her entrance as my mouth grazed her ear.
“How long have you been holding that in?” I paused, then corrected myself. “No, how long have you been this horny?”
“Since I killed him.’’
Her voice was barely above a whisper, as if she was embarrassed to admit it. Her cheeks grew rosy, the tips of her ear turning bright red. She was so fucking adorable.
Without a warning, I pushed my cock inside of her, pulling her by her hips onto me. I was buried deeply inside of her, and she screamed in pleasure.
“Fuck.’’ Her hoarse voice made my cock twitch. “Move, oh God, please just move.’’
I tilted my head to the side. “Say what you want, Bambi.’’
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I pulled her back, until her back was arched perfectly.
“Fuck me, Micah.’’
With a chuckle, I started moving.
My thrusts were violent and sadistic. Quick, yet not quick enough to bring her over the edge immediately. This was sweet torture, one she loved the most. With each thrust, she screamed out, her voice soothing the beast inside of me.
Every inch of this woman belonged to me.
There wasn’t a single man out there who was able to bring the insanity out of her and proudly take all of it. There wasn’t anyone who would stick with either of us once they learned just how truly deranged we were.
We were made for each other.
Two psychotic madmen enjoying the thrill of murder together.
“You’re taking me so fucking well, Bambi,’’ I hissed, her pussy clenching around me. “God, you’re perfect. And you’re all mine, right?”
I slammed harshly inside of her. Hearing her scream only made me thrust harder.
“Yes,’’ she barely managed to utter. “I’m all yours.’’
I gripped her thighs until my fingers left a mark. She struggled to breathe, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.
“Let go, Bambi,’’ I whispered, yet it was an indisputable command.
And she followed my command perfectly. She came undone while I was still ruthlessly fucking her, breaking her apart. Her sensitive body gave in, her knees buckling. I caught her before she fell, not allowing her to escape from me.
“Wait,’’ she whimpered. “Give me a minute to breathe.’’
“You can breathe while I’m fucking you.’’
She barely weighed anything. Light as a feather. I was gripping under her knees, her legs spread wide as I continued thrusting. In the reflection of the window, I could see the arousal on her face perfectly.
With her hair messily falling down her left shoulder, her stained flesh and shirt only made my cock twitch inside of her. Her bare pussy was on display as I thrust harder, watching in bliss when her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Moans filled the room and Storm grabbed my arms, digging her nails into my flesh.
"What a filthy slut,’’ I hummed, sinking my teeth in the crook of her neck. “Tightening around my cock after you’ve killed a man in cold blood.’’
Storm screamed in what seemed to be a mix of beautiful pleasure and aching pain. Goosebumps tugged on her skin and she trembled.
“I can’t anymore,’’ she whispered, barely audible.
“You can and you will. You’ll come for me again, won’t you?”
That was a trigger enough for her. She didn’t care if anyone in the world could hear; she screamed on top of her lungs, her toes curling once the wave of orgasm finally hit her. Her pussy pulsed around me, pushing me toward my release.
I filled her up completely, not stopping the ruthless slamming until she was entirely filled with my warm cum.
“That’s my good girl.’’ I kissed the top of her head, slowly putting her down.
She stumbled, her knees buckling. I caught her right in time, then picked her up and sat her down on the table. The sound of her heart beating filled my ears. She was silent for a few moments, trying to regain her breath.
“Oh, God,’’ she started mumbling, almost as if she’d regretted killing that man. “What did I do?”
“It’s no use to regret it now, Bambi.’’
Her eyes darted between the dead body mere inches away from us. She tilted her head to the side, brows narrowed.
“Who said anything about regret? I’m just anxious. How the hell are you going to cover this up?’’
“Okay, deep breaths,’’ I instructed, and she listened. “First of all, don’t you think it’s strange that your disappearance isn’t all over the news?”
She blinked. “It is strange.’’
“That’s because no one reported you missing. A young woman getting kidnapped for the second time by the same serial killer is bound to make international news, Bambi. No one knows you’re with me, which means that the bastard was bluffing.’’
“That makes a lot of sense. But still, he might have someone coming as backup.’’
I shrugged. “It’s definitely not those morons you’ve spent your time here with.’’
She blinked, disbelief written all over her face. “You know about them?”
“Of course.’’
“Why am I surprised?”
“I don’t know. By now, you should’ve realized that I know everything there is about you.’’
A teasing grin tugged on the corner of her lips. “Not everything.’’
I rolled my eyes. “Not everything.’’
She was referring to the police officer she killed. Not a day went by without her catching me completely by surprise. She had a knack for leaving me speechless.
“So, what now?”
I walked over to the side of the room where I’d dropped my phone earlier in the night. Quickly, I typed in a message and smashed the phone against the wall. It fell to the floor with a thud, pieces of the screen scattered around.
“Now, I’ll bring you a spare set of clothes and some gasoline.’’
Storm’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “We’re setting the place on fire?”
“We’re setting the place on fire.’’
I didn’t waste any time as it was already getting late. It took me less than five minutes to bring her a pair of shoes and some light clothes with my sweater to wear on top. I handed her a towel she could wipe herself with until we were far from here.
Tonight, I was bringing her home.
“I’ll help.’’
Storm was quick to grab a two-gallon can of gasoline. She didn’t struggle with its weight. A terrifying grin spread across her face as she poured it all over the place, especially on top of Morrison’s body until the can was entirely empty.
In total, I had five cans prepared. It was more than enough to set this entire place ablaze.
“Would you do me the honors?” I grinned and handed her the hippo lighter.
“Thank you.’’
A smile of pure bliss and happiness transformed her face. It was my first time seeing an emotion so pure, yet so evil on her. My heart thumped against my ribcage, threatening to jump straight out.
Storm looked perfect.
Not even a minute went by before she threw the lighter on top of Morrison, then stepped aside.
The fire started spreading immediately, and I grabbed her wrist, pulling her outside of the house.
We remained in the shadows for what seemed an eternity, watching as fire took over the small house. It warmed us just enough and Storm leaned her head against my shoulder.
“Do you think we’re too fucked up?”
“Are you thinking about what Morrison said?”
She didn’t respond for a while. My eyes were glued on hers as she emotionlessly stared ahead.
“I just killed a person and I don’t feel a single thing. Not regret, not sorrow, not pride or happiness. I’m just… numb.’’
What Storm was experiencing was normal. She was in shock. Unlike me, she wasn’t used to the darkness and gore of this world, much less creating darkness herself. But soon, she was going to come to realize that some things in life were inevitable.
Dwelling on that was only going to hurt her in the long run.
Instead of responding, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, pulling her close to my body. She didn’t struggle and allowed me to embrace her. As I stroked her hair, her eyes fluttered closed.
And I didn’t miss the lone tear that slid down her cheek.