Chapter 3
THREE
KAT
Liam goes through to the other room as I strip off. Sure, I’m curious bout his gift, but mostly I’m in need of a release. Desperately.
Whenever stress digs its talons into me, I find myself seeking delicious destruction in Liam’s arms. For his words to lick away my worries like flames.
His cock to make me forget the world. I’m not sure whether my need to have him consume me is healthy, but since we are going to embark on a mission to kill a bunch of horrific fuckers, who needs to worry about healthy?
The divine squish of my nest-like bed swallows my ass when I sit down, making it harder to look demure while naked. Should I cross my legs? Nah, that’s a full-on clunge flash as he walks into the room. Not that he’d object, I’m sure.
I move my legs to the side, resting on one hand while draping the other over my hip. Why do I feel like such a tit? Liam’s seen me naked every day for the past six and a bit months. It’s not like he’s going to walk in and be like ew.
Liam comes into the room clutching two hot pink boxes: one long and thin, the other bigger and square.
I needn’t have worried about the way I’m sitting, because Liam drinks me in, his gaze darkening as he steps closer.
My skin prickles with excitement at the intensity of his stare.
The way he makes me feel like the most delectable thing he’s ever seen is something I’ll never tire of.
He passes me the long skinny box and sits beside me.
‘Is it a vibrator? Chocolate bar?’ I say before shaking the package.
Liam’s scarred lip quirks upwards. ‘Open it and find out.’
The tape holding the lid down takes me a few moments to unstick.
Finally, the lid tips open and I shift the black tissue paper to reveal a gleam of silver.
Curved steel meets a delicate handle, forming the most stunning knife I’ve ever seen.
There’s ivy etched along the blade, just like the ones etched along Liam’s body.
‘Liam,’ I whisper, lifting the blade and discovering another beneath, a mirror image of the first. ‘They’re beautiful.’
‘You’ll need to be able to defend yourself if we’re going to do this.’
The edge is sharp as I run my finger along it, the bite of the metal surprisingly exciting.
Liam takes the knife from me and places the other box in my hands.
I tear into it, catching glimpses of hot pink and black hidden amongst the tissue paper.
Hard, glossy plastic lies smooth beneath my fingers.
Two solid masks, featureless except for hearts around the eyes.
One is pink with black hearts, the other the opposite.
‘I love them,’ I say with a smile. ‘Put yours on.’
Liam takes it, slips it on, and pulls his hood up. The way it makes me clench my thighs should really have me running straight to therapy.
It’s been too long since we visited his mask and the way it makes me feral.
Liam takes mine from my hand and slides it over my face. It’s a little claustrophobic, but I love that it instantly infuses me with a sense of power. Like stripping my features away lets the darkness that lurks rise to the surface.
Moving to the mirror, I admire the mask. The way my hair spills around it. Liam’s masked face appears behind me, and I take in our combined look. Different. But the same.
He hands me one of the knives, and I test its weight. The weapon feels good. Suited to me.
‘We’ll be unstoppable,’ I say. The words slip around the mask, eerie with no mouth moving.
‘Are you sure you want to do it?’ Liam asks, his dark eyes locking with my blue ones in the mirror.
‘They don’t deserve to live. To die peacefully off their tits on morphine, lauded as kind souls who were for the people.
’ It’s amazing how many of the men on the list appear to be saviours.
Bastions of justice. A police officer. A judge.
Two teachers. A minister. Monsters hiding behind false virtue.
Good men.
Nice men.
Trusted men.
All the scourge of the earth.
‘But you deserve to live,’ Liam says softly. ‘What if you end up dead, or in prison?’
I’ve thought about it more times than I’ve let Liam coat my insides. Which is a fucking buttload. In all the senses.
‘Then we go together.’
The way his fist clenches tells me he knows exactly what I mean.
‘Blaze of glory. We’ll go out on a river of their blood if we have to.’ I keep my eyes on him as I say it, and can read the pain there. The thought of anyone hurting me brings him doubt that we can ill afford.
‘I won’t go on if anything happens to you.’ Liam runs a hand over my arm, and I swallow. I’m not ready to dip into emotions, so I change the subject.
‘Do I look scary?’ I ask.
Liam’s gaze drops to my tits. ‘No, you look fuckable.’
Good.
Turning, I place the knife lightly to his chest. ‘Then get your clothes off and prove it.’
He drags his hoodie off and drops his trousers, before tossing his t-shirt and underpants aside.
‘Fuck, you’re so hot,’ I say, dancing my fingers over the mix of ivy tattoos and old scars across his stomach. We stand there naked except for our masks, tension coiling around us. ‘Lay down.’
Liam does as he’s told, stretching out over the bed, his dick rising thickly, the piercing glinting in the light.
Mine, I think, the possessive word thrumming through me.
His fingers graze my hips as I climb over him, positioning myself at his tip, but holding off that first, glorious slide over him.
Touching the blade to my stomach, I scratch it upward, a thin red line appearing. Not enough to cut, but leaving a mark all the same.
‘Are you okay with this?’ I ask, knowing that the heady mix of sex and violence I enjoy has darker memories for him. Knowing that he indulges my needs, possibly at the expense of his own.
‘Put that pretty cunt on me, and I’ll be your puppet, Princess.’
His expression is hidden as I inch my way down over his thickness, but the way his breath catches has me soaked. I still halfway down and squeeze. His fingers dig into the flesh at my hips, and he shoves me downward until I whimper, stretched over him.
Arching my hips, I adjust to his size, revelling in the twists of pleasure it sends through me.
I place the knife flat against his chest, supporting myself as I torment him with my pussy. A gasp tumbles from beneath his mask as the blade digs into skin.
‘Harder, Kat. Show me how fearless you’re going to be when we kill them.’ His goading has me sliding the blade higher until it presses against the beating side of his throat. My pace quickens as Liam stills beneath me, lost in the bite of the knife and the slick slap of my hips.
Pressure builds until our moans braid together in pure, dark lust.
‘This is so wrong,’ I whimper, my finger trembling on the metal handle. Liam slides his hand over mine, digging the blade deeper into his skin.
‘And yet, you love it,’ Liam groans. ‘As do I.’
Given that I’m wetter than an otter in a carwash, he’s not wrong.
My thighs are burning, but I don’t stop. I chase the darkness. Flashes of being chained and forced to fuck, driving me onward. I know it’s wrong, but when I’m safe with Liam, the memories of that night come in waves that touch a part of me I can’t explain.
‘Kat,’ Liam growls, pulling me back to him. ‘Eyes on me.’
I can’t see them fully, the pink hearts framing them. The roughness in his voice makes me forget any delusions of being scary.
I squeal when he flips us over, slamming hard between my thighs and using one hand to capture my wrists above my head. Dark laughter spills from below his mask as he thrusts deep, his fat cock filling me to bursting. My thighs quake, and I’m so fucking close.
But he doesn’t let me fall over the edge. He holds me there in the delicious torture of his rocking hips, stilling every time my muscles tighten.
‘Liam!’ I cry out in frustration.
‘Do you want me to fuck you into an orgasm, sweetness? Or tease you into one with your own knife?’ He tips my mask off, keeping his in place, before picking up the curved blade and dragging it over my nipples. The bite of the metal has me seeing stars. ‘Tell me you want this.’
‘I need it,’ I whimper, rocking my hips to feel him graze me deep inside. ‘Fuck me until the fear becomes pleasure. Until the darkness becomes light.’
A throaty moan comes from his black mask. ‘I’m going to fuck you until you see hell, baby.’
My fingers claw at the covers as he splits me with a series of harsh thrusts.
‘Fuck me like I belong to you.’
Liam lifts the knife and presses it against my throat. ‘You do belong to me. Every hair. Every freckle. Every breath. Mine.’
The blade unravels a new level of delirium in me. Because I trust him. I know he’ll never hurt me. Yet, the bite of metal sends pure lust flowing between my thighs.
Liam moves, dragging me onto all fours facing the mirror.
It’s one thing to be fucked, and a whole other layer of filth to watch someone fuck you. My moans fill the room as Liam thrusts two fingers deep inside me, pulling my chest upright with the back of his knife-filled hand.
‘Look at you. Fucking soaked. You love to be treated like a slut, don’t you?’
‘Only by you,’ I breathe, my core tightening.
‘If anyone else ever dares to touch you, I’ll skin them piece by piece and add them to that damned well.’ Pure possessiveness fills his voice as he slides his cock in along with his fingers, my body trembling violently at the intense stretch. ‘This is mine. Say it.’
‘It’s yours.’ He presses the knife against my throat, and I almost lose control, pleasure overwhelming my senses.
‘What is mine?’
‘My cunt. My ass. My mouth. Everything.’
‘Your heart?’ There’s an underlying pain in the words. From the scenes at graduation.
‘Always.’
‘Look at what you do to me. I’m so fucking obsessed with you that it’s painful.’ The blade glints at my throat while those pink hearts stare at me. ‘Watch as you come all over my fingers and dick with a knife to your throat. See what we are.’
I’m no longer the girl talking to toads, nor is he the boy collecting heart-shaped pebbles. Our love is dark, and stained, and sharp, and perfect.
A torrent of pleasure floods me as he fucks me with abandon, stretching me until I wince, the knife pressing hard at my pulse. Quakes take over, and Liam laughs against my ear, the mask pressing into my cheek.
‘Show me, pretty girl. Show me how much you love this.’
It’s like my core explodes as I come, wave after wave of bliss rendering me lost in his grip. With a deep, throaty, animalistic groan, he joins me in a tangle of lust, filling me with hot cum.
His hips continue to arch, slamming his dick into me until there’s nothing left in either of us. We collapse onto the bed, the knife clattering to the floor. Liam peels off his mask and pulls me into a slow, steady, passionate kiss.
It takes a while before my heart rate comes down, and I can find any words that make sense.
‘Are you okay?’ I ask.
Liam rests his head against mine and sighs. ‘Yes. I think so. Are you?’
‘Dripping like an old tap all over the bed.’
The smile that crosses his lips warms me. ‘Don’t you worry about it; I’ll change the covers while you clean yourself up. Your neck's a little red, though.’
He soothes the mark with his lips.
‘I guess we’re both a bit fucked up,’ I say.
‘Teensy bit. But at least we have fun.’
We lay there for a few more minutes, letting our bodies recover. But there’s no such relief for the mind.
I don’t know if we can survive this.
‘I love you,’ I whisper.
‘I love you more,’ Liam replies.
‘Impossible.’
Accepting our fate, I let us live in our delusion a little longer. As if we could eradicate the list without being killed or caught.