CHAPTER EIGHT
KEY
I stared down at the sleeping angel in her bed, still covered in her date’s blood, her thighs glistening with our personal brand of depravity.
My cock ached from working her vice-like pussy.
Every part of me throbbed, but not as bad as she would come sunrise when we were gone.
Already the evidence of our violence covered her skin in marks that bloomed, a trail of torture she’d remember in the morning.
Would she run and scream then, let us chase her? Let us cage her? One fantasy melded into the next, more fucked up that the previous one. We wanted them all.
My balls refilled at the thought of fucking that pretty little mouth in her bed like I always planned, sliding in and out of her pretty lips and drowning her mouth in my come. Letting her sleep in a puddle, wake to the tainted taste of me in her mouth, on her precious, sullied lips.
Now she was ours there was little to stop me from making good on my promise to myself.
To the one I made to her.
When we brought her back to her apartment we slid the tattered blouse and rumpled skirt from her exhausted body but she was already out, leaning her weight on us.
I untied her boots while my brother redressed her in her lace nightie, leaving her covered in the fluids of tonight’s obsession, of course.
She loved when we marked her; I saw that in her eyes when my brother bit and sucked on her throat. When my fingers dug into her hips, leaving perfect bruises there to remind her of who owned her.
We played nicely with her for this round.
She would remain free, and we would watch her, hunt her.
A catch and release scheme if only for now.
But still as I stared down at her, something was missing.
I glanced to my side where Kash undid his belt, sliding his hardened cock into his hand. His smile was depraved, lacking love. Glowing with need and obsession.
“Once more,” he whispered into the darkened room, standing above her.
And to the memory of her cries as we fucked her innocence away, we emptied our balls over her sleeping figure, coating her hair and lips with pearlescent strands. Our cum dripped into her parted lips, and she swallowed reflexively in her sleep.
“Perfect.” I trailed my fingers along her arm, sighing when she pulled my hand into her chest, snuggling. Her heart beat against the heightened pulse in my fingers, claiming me.
My heart hitched at the thought she wanted us, needed us to stay with her.
But not tonight.
Kash played with her feet, running his fingertips along her soles until she made soft noises. I dragged the low easel with her life sized angel portrait to the end of her bed, leaving the static seraph to watch over her in place of us while we worked for the rest of the night.
There were still two more dates to remove from her list before we deleted her from social media. Her presence would cease to exist, one shred at a time, until we took her.
Until she was ours in full, and came to us willingly.
She might now, but there would always remain a doubt. Helia would run and hide, and we would chase.
All willingly….and sometimes not so.
And we would shatter her, remake her as we saw fit.
Then, at the end of our games, she would come to us.
Until then…I kissed her temple. “Sleep well, little Alice,” I whispered, licking her skin. “I’ll watch you every night so you can sleep. The demons will never touch you. I promise. We will protect you, forever.”
Because the devils watched over her.
Helia shifted, stirring as I held my breath.
In her sleep, she smiled, whispered a word.
“Forever.”