Five #3
Glancing at the door, I ask, “Are they…dead?”
His head tilts to the side before answering me. “Some.”
“Judas?” The question earns a glare.
“Not quite.” He waits a few heartbeats before asking, “Why?”
Slipping out of his grasp, I wrap my arms around my middle, still aware of just how naked I am.
How vulnerable I feel. “He, uhm…Judas…” I stumble over my words, knowing what will happen once I get them out.
And that’s not even what worries me the most. What I’m afraid of is how I’ll react to Pace’s touch.
To the intimacy we just discovered together and the craving I have for it isn’t something I want to lose.
I don’t want to be affected by what Judas did, but I know I might not be able to help it.
“Isabel.” The sharp tone draws me out of my head.
“He touched me,” I finally blurt out. “Put his fingers…” I can’t finish it. “He wanted to find out if I’m still a virgin.”
I didn’t know it was possible…
To witness a murder before it happens.
Pace’s eyes turn so black that the whites nearly dissipate, and in his frigid stare, I see the million ways he wants Judas to suffer.
Ripping off his shirt, he gently pulls it over my head and helps me slip my arms through the sleeves.
His gentleness contradicts the actions I know he’s about to commit.
He doesn’t need to tell me to stay put as he walks away without a word. I count the seconds until I hear a scream so ear-splitting, so agony-filled, that my eyes close until the sound stops.
Pace
In all my years of taking on dirty jobs, killing people who need it, I’ve never wanted to commit murder for the sheer pleasure of it.
But this entire trip has become nothing but that, and I’m learning about a side of myself that I had no idea existed.
I will kill for her. Torture a man. And as I stand in front of an unconscious Judas, I find what I’m about to do the most satisfying moment of my life.
Stabbing my blade into his chest, his eyes pop open and horror washes through them as he realizes I’m about to slice through his sternum.
The strength is inhuman as I repeat the action over and over until I’ve broken his ribs and exposed his pounding heart.
Gripping the organ in my fist, his screams make my ears ring until I rip it free from his chest. Blood gushes through my fingers, landing on the floor as the rest drains from his body.
The silence is deafening as I stand over his lifeless body. He shouldn’t have touched her. Nobody is allowed to touch her. Because she’s fucking mine. There is nothing in this world I won’t incinerate to keep Isabel safe from the nastiness surrounding her.
Dropping the organ on the ground, I spin back around to see Isabel’s shaking body in the doorway. Face stark white, shirt covered in blood. Eyes wide and filled with something I can’t quite discern.
“Dolce,” I whisper the nickname I couldn’t help but give her.
“Pace.” The way she murmurs my name has my feet moving towards her before I make the conscious decision to.
Picking her up behind her thighs, I carry her out of the room.
Our eyes never stray from one another, and when she brings her hands up to cup my face, lowering hers so our lips touch, an emotion akin to acceptance and love washes over me.
Something I don’t deserve, let alone from someone as pure as my girl.
“You ripped out his heart.” There’s awe in her voice.
“I’m a monster.” I wasn’t lying the first time I said that to her. There are no boundaries to what I’ll do. Who I’ll kill. Hell. I killed a handful of nuns today. I plan to kill a priest. I’m worse than a monster. “You shouldn’t let me touch you.”
“You keep saving me.” Her tongue peeks out to lick across my mouth. When she leans back as I press her against the wall, I see her palms covered in blood as she pulls the shirt off the same way I did. “You’d do anything for me.”
“Of course.” I know it’s not a question, but I need to make certain she knows it’s true.
“So let me love you. Let me give you everything you’d never ask for nor take for yourself.” Christ, I don’t deserve her. Nobody does.
Her hands move down to unbuckle my pants, and I don’t stop her. I think that makes me even more despicable. But I’m helpless when it comes to Isabel. I want every ounce of light she’ll share with me until she realizes she deserves better, or I die. Whichever comes first.
Slipping my aching cock into her heavenly cunt, I’m blind with desire. My hips move to their own beat as I take her lips again. “Pace, please,” she begs, and it’s music to my ears.
Fucking the girl of my dreams while I’m covered in blood, she’s injured, and there are dead bodies in another room is the most bastardly thing I’ve done in my life, but for us, it’s fucking perfect.
Isabel is perfect as she comes apart for me so sweetly. Screaming out my name and digging her nails into my shoulders as she shudders and shakes against my chest. I follow soon after, and when she smiles up at me, I know I’m going to do my damnedest to be good enough for her.