Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
HIM
Iwatch them from the screen on my phone as they unknowingly put on a show for me, their hatred a white-hot form of foreplay that leaves me aching. But I don’t move to relieve myself. I embrace the discomfort. A new form of motivation for myself. Encouragement to end this.
Ari looks stunning covered in blood with a knife in her hand. Her anger fuels her as she stabs without purpose. Aiden is watching her, mesmerized. Each stab splattering more blood. The bulge in his pants looks obscene even from here.
She stops and looks over at him, the tension in the room crackling so much that I can see it through the screen. They want each other; I know it. I am just waiting for one of them to crack.
Come on, come on, my prey.
I watch as Aiden snaps first. Brushing his lips against her mouth, and she takes full advantage.
Dropping the knife, she has her fingers in his hair, and she’s pulling him closer, eliminating the space between them.
She smears blood through his hair and down his face, each of them unbothered by the fact that a dead man’s blood is sinking into their skin. A truly feral sight.
It’s absolutely stunning.
I wait to see how far they will go. She is still ridden with sorrow and guilt; that much is obvious.
Her gut-wrenching cries at night stab a place deep inside me.
But I can’t think about it now as Aiden takes his tongue and licks up the side of her neck.
What I wouldn’t give to be on the other side of her neck, mimicking his motions.
Looking into his eyes as we decide the best way to pleasure our girl.
Yes.
Ours.
I see his mouth moving and can only assume he is whispering something in her ear. But whatever it is, she reacts viscerally. Shoving him away from her and running from the room. Shit.
Playtime is over.
Maybe.
Or maybe not.
Oh. Oh, this is delicious.
Aiden, still hard, pulls out his cock and starts pleasuring himself right next to the dead body.
Well, don’t mind if I do. If I can’t mimic him in person, I might as well do it from the screen.
Matching his tempo, I squeeze my cock and shuttle my hand up and down. Needing a little wetness, I spit right onto my shaft.
There we go. Too bad I’m not in the room with him. I could use some of that blood as quick lube. It would be more effective. Or maybe, if I were there, Ari wouldn’t have left. I could use a little blood and some of her own moisture to lube up.
Focusing on Aiden, I time my tempo with him. Quickening my pace as I sense him getting closer when his breathing becomes more erratic.
Seeing cum arch into the air and land on the dead body in front of him finishes me off. I cum right into my hand and release a loud groan.
Footsteps interrupt my post-orgasmic haze. I don’t panic, and I don’t rush to put my cock back in my pants. There is really only one person who it could be.
If he wants to interrupt, he can deal with the consequences. Walking into the room, he sniffs the air—loudly. Probably to signal to me that he knows what happened. Asshole. Like I care.
He comes up to stand beside me, eyeing my cock but not mentioning it outright.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes.”
I wipe the drying cum on my jeans and stuff my still-semi-hard dick back in my pants. Switching monitors, I go back to the data on the screen. Nothing. Not one good lead in months.
This is going to be another long night.
I think of my prey, going to bed in separate rooms. Thinking of them both together.
Don’t worry, my prey. I am coming for you.