Epilogue #3
Turning back to Killian, I grind harder, deeper, drawing more moans from the man under me. I’m soaked, the chair is ruined, and I smile against his lips. I’ve never been a fan of being watched before, but with Killian, this is a first.
Grabbing his discarded knife, I don’t lose my pace. I want one more push over the edge.
Twisting his head, I hold his head to the chair, pussy clenching around his cock. Tracing my initials, the blood wells, and he sighs happily against me. I might need the pain for grounding, but Killian does too. We’ve been fed pain our entire lives—it’s all we know, and all we crave to feel alive.
Swiping a finger through it, I wipe it down my front, and his black eyes follow, hungry. Handing him the knife, he licks the edge, never breaking contact.
He chuckles, looking at where we’re joined. Killian knows I’m close. He knows once he cuts me, that’s it. Gleefully, he bends me back, body bowed, and he presses the edge to his marks.
“You’re mine, Princess,” he coos, and I gasp against the cut. “Mine to fuck. Mine to hold. Mine to love. I’m your ending—and you’re mine. We’re inevitable, remember?”
“Inevitable,” I agree. He pulls me back, slamming me over and over onto his cock, a doll to be used. I’m lost to the sensation, and I claw at his back, holding tight to him as the orgasm crashes into me. Hard, fast, brutal, he moans into my neck, cum filling me.
Dropping against him, he cradles me to his chest. I pant, face sticky with sweat, and he plays with my hair. Coming down from that high would mean long talks, surrounded by his arms in the darkness. But not yet.
Sliding off of him, I ignore his protest. Dripping his fluids, I sway over to Reese’s red face. He didn’t look away—not once. He saw Killian own my body, and I grin down at his murderous glare.
“I wanted that to be the last thing you see,” I murmur, knife to his throat. “Before plucking out your eyes.”
Killian is there, pants undone, cock half hard, holding his head back. I don’t waste time, stabbing the knife into the corner of his eye. The yell is immediate—heart-wrenching—and beautiful. Blood seeps from the side, and I wiggle the knife under the eyeball.
Cutting through cords and veins, the eye pops free with an audible snap. Reese screams and shakes, convulsing in the chair. Killian laughs darkly, fingers red as the blood gets everywhere. Oops. Lex is going to be pissed.
Turning to the other side, I do the same, with much less finesse. It’s messy, my fingers slip, and the eye comes out in two pieces. Oh well. He’s not going to need them.
I drop them to the floor with a solid plop. His screams don’t stop.
“This is for… well, everything.” I shrug.
Plunging the knife into his chest, it takes a bit more effort to get it through the bone. Killian pushes on my arm, and together, the blade slices deep enough. His loud shouts turn into gargles as blood fills his throat.
A soft rattle of death hisses from between his lips, and he falls back. The sudden stillness grates on my nerves, but Killian wraps his palm around mine.
Pulling me back, his forehead presses to mine, grounding me after a kill. My body shakes with exhaustion, but with the Reaper holding me, I can conquer anything.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs in awe.
“You’re only saying that because of all the blood.”
Laughing, he lifts my head back, thumb on my chin. “Painted in blood, shadows, or sadness, you’ve always been the most amazing creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. Just you, Maeve. Only you.”
Pecking a kiss on my lips, he says, “It’s over, Princess. You did it. The ghosts can rest.”
One day, maybe, they will. But they’ll never truly leave me for long.
Killian sees it and tucks me under his chin.
“I’ll be here, Princess. At your side. Helping you battle them back. We’re inevitable. You’ll never be alone again.”
My eyes lock on the pendant, stained with blood and sweat. “Neither will you.”
THE END