Chapter 15
Rue
“What do you mean it’s not Leon?”
“It’s not. That’s Blake. He works with Leon and kind of looks like him, but yeah, that’s not him.” All the excitement drains away. I thought this nightmare was over, but it’s not.
“He looked like Leon in the dark,” Carnage says, clearly pissed. His words are tight and when I glance at him, his jaw is twitching. “I’m gonna fuck him up.”
I catch him holding his right hand and rubbing it. It’s bloodied, but I can’t tell whether it’s his or someone else’s.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“You don’t have to take care of me,” he says, his voice monotone. “I’m going out again until I find this fucker.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
He looks at me.
“You don’t know where he’s at.” I swallow hard, plopping down on the couch. “But I might. The house.”
“What’s the address?” Whisper asks, just as tense as Carnage.
“I don’t know. I know how to get there from Redlight, but I never saw any street signs and there wasn’t a house number anywhere. I could take you there.”
“No,” Carnage says, sitting on the couch next to me. “Absolutely not.”
“It’s the only way, Carn.”
“Well, it’s not fucking happening. We’ll find him somewhere else. We’ll go to Redlight and burn the fucking place down, I don’t give a fuck, but you are not going anywhere near that man. You hear me?”
Oh, I hear him, and so does my dick. Apparently, Carnage’s version of dominance totally works for me. That should probably be concerning, but I’ll analyze it later.
I climb onto his lap, draping my arms over his shoulders. His expression softens slightly.
“Don’t bat those lashes at me. I’m not caving on this.”
“Didn’t ask you to.” Pressing my forehead to his, I let his closeness soothe me. I was a nervous wreck the entire time he was gone and it feels so good to have him back again. “Let me take care of you tonight. Tomorrow you can make a new plan.”
Carnage pulls back and searches my eyes for a few heavy moments before leaning in and kissing me softly. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
After saying goodnight to everyone, I take Carnage by the hand and lead him upstairs. I can feel the tension he still carries, but hopefully a hot shower and some good cuddles will help.
Or maybe…
I bet sex is a great stress reliever and distraction.
That’s settled, then. I’m going to seduce him.
In his bedroom, I help him out of his clothes while he gazes at me with a serene expression.
“I’m sorry I failed tonight. I’ll keep you safe.”
“You didn’t fail. You saved two people and you got rid of some trash. That’s a good thing.”
He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t agree. That’s okay. We’ll figure it out.
“Did it bother you to see me like that?” he asks as I tug his jeans down.
Shaking my head, I gaze up at him as I kneel to get his boots and socks off. He’s covered in dirt and blood, his clothes smell earthy, and there’s a hint of sweat too, but nothing about it turns me off.
“I thought you were sexy. I mean, you’re always sexy, but seeing you defend me and others like that was hot. Does that make me weird?”
“I already told you that you’re not weird. You’re perfect as you are.”
“Well, not perfect, but thank you.”
Carnage reaches down and gently pulls me up before cupping my face. “No, you are. You’re so resilient and a daily surprise for me.”
“Thanks.”
I finish undressing him, then while he washes his hands at the sink I start the shower and peel my own clothes off. Carnage turns around, taking in my naked body.
“You’re beautiful too. Do you see that?”
I shrug, suddenly shy. “I don’t think about it, I guess.”
“You should. I want you to see your worth the way I do.”
My nose tickles with emotions, but I’m not in the mood for feelings so I shove it down and gently guide Carnage into the shower. He steps under the showerhead, closing his eyes as hot water pours over him, washing away the dirt and blood from the night.
I check his hands, noting some scrapes but no major damage. “Why do you fight with your bare fists? Shouldn’t you at least wear gloves?”
“Okay, Specter.” He grins. “He’s always on me about the same thing.” He shrugs. “I get caught up in the moment. I like how it feels to connect flesh to flesh.”
“But it hurts you. You’re worth more than that too.” I lift his hands. “Look at this damage. Was that loser worth it?”
“Yes.”
Shaking my head, I chuckle. “You’re stubborn, aren’t you?
“Yes.”
I giggle, pressing my chest to his. “I guess it works for you, but I’d rather see you come back unharmed.”
“I’ll consider it.”
“Good enough.” I take the bottle of bodywash from the niche and pour some in my hands, rubbing them together to produce lather, then I wash Carnage’s chest, under his arms, over his shoulders, and his belly, enjoying the way his skin feels.
Maybe there is something satisfying about killing a man with your bare hands. A bad man, of course. Is it weird that it doesn’t bother me and that I even wish I could’ve been there tonight?
“You’re thinking pretty hard,” Carnage says.
I laugh. “I was, yeah. Just wondering why I didn’t have a stronger reaction to seeing the video tonight.
I’ve always been attracted to darker things though.
Like horror movies—the gorier the better.
I was watching Mafia movies behind my mom’s back when I was still a kid.
My grandparents were religious, so when I went to live with them, I snuck horror novels behind so-called wholesome books.
I love haunted stories about real places, even though I don’t really believe in ghosts. I just like creepy, dark things.”
“Doesn’t match your personality. You’re so cheerful and full of sunshine, in spite of what you’ve been through.”
“You have to go on, right? Your options are limited. Go on or give up, and I was never ready to give up.”
“I’m so glad.”
“Turn around. I’ll wash your back.”
He does, and as I run my soapy hands down his muscled form, my cock twitches with interest, but not in here. I want to be in his bed this time.
“Let me wash you,” he says, turning to face me.
He works on me, keeping his gaze locked on mine, his hands exploring but keeping it pretty PG until he gets to my thighs.
Then Carnage kneels before me, sliding his slick hands up the back of my thighs before massaging my ass.
My dick is hard and bouncing right in front of his face, but I’m too turned on to be self-conscious about it.
I drag my hands through his hair. “I want you to fuck me tonight.”
His brow creases and he sucks in a breath. “Fuck.”
“I know you don’t want to push me or feel like I’m offering out of obligation or something, but that’s not it. I want it to be you, Carnage. Please.”
“You can have anything you want, Rue. Anything.”
“Then I want your dick inside me.”
He smiles up at me. “Sweet little face, dirty little mouth. What a combination.”
“In a good way?”
“In the best way. Let’s get out of here.”
I shut the water off while Carnage steps out and gets towels for us. He wraps one around me before drying himself off. My tummy is aflutter with nerves and desire. This is it. I’ve finally found the guy I want to have all of me.
Carnage leads me to the bed, then pushes me back gently as he climbs on top of me. His lips come down on mine, and when I open my mouth to him, I end up moaning. His tongue seeks mine and when he finds it, we tangle together—arms, legs, mouths. It’s overwhelming, but so, so good.
“Fuck,” Carnage mumbles before moving his kisses to my neck. “Your skin is incredible. So fucking soft.”
I drag my hands down his back, arching mine to press myself against him as much as possible. I’ve never felt like this before, like my body is tingling with electricity and I’m floating in warm water.
Carnage trails kisses down my body and settles between my legs, but he ignores my cock, focusing on everything else—my thighs, nuzzling my balls, kissing my lower belly—until I’m bucking with frustration. Every brush of my cock against his skin sets me on fire, and I want more.
More, more, more.
“Please, Carnage,” I whimper.
“What, baby? Ask for what you want, love, and it’s yours.”
“Want your dick inside me. I already told you that.”
He snorts a laugh. “Don’t be frustrated. I’ll get there.” He kisses my thigh again. “It’s your first time and it deserves attention.”
“It’s not that big a deal.”
“Yes, it is.” He pauses, reaching up to stroke my chin. “It is to me. You’ll remember this forever, and I want to be worthy of that memory.”
I roll my eyes but end up smiling. “You’re too sweet for a hit man.”
He laughs, then slides down farther, shoving my legs up to my chest and diving between them. My breath catches as his tongue meets my hole, leaving me speechless.
Wow.
This is… phenomenal. Holy shit. Even better than the first time.
Carnage eats my hole like it’s his favorite meal, slurping and making all sorts of obscene noises before he teases me with a finger. I’m desperate for it, pumping my hips to encourage him to enter me.
When he does, my breath catches and I throw my head back. It stings, but in a way that makes me crave even more of it.
“How’s that?” Carnage asks. “Is it okay?”
“Yes. More,” I pant.
“You’ll get more, precious. Be patient. I know what I’m doing.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip as he slips his finger in deeper. Oh fuck. That’s intense.
Carnage continues working on me with his tongue and one finger. My dick is leaking and desperate for friction, but I keep my hands on my chest, tweaking my nipples.
“You taste like… Fuck, Rue. Like everything I didn’t know I wanted.”
What does that mean? I’d ask, but I’m distracted when he adds a second finger, bringing that intense sting back into focus.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Good.”
Carnage continues working my hole open, and it’s incredible. Like every nerve ending in my body is on fire. Like I just discovered the secrets of the universe. Everything feels so light, but also so urgent.
“More,” I pant.