Page 61 of Trick or Treat
I recline my seat, one hand on her hip, the other on the handle of my knife as she sucks it, her dark eyes on mine as she searches for a fucking soul that I don’t have. I plow my cock deep within her tight, dripping cunt, making her luscious lips part in pure ecstasy as a moan of desire rips from her fucking throat.
She tilts her head back, her pussy clamping around my cock so fucking tight that she throws caution to the wind with the knife on her tongue and bounces harder. It’s fuckingoverwhen our eyes meet. Something in them pushes me over the edge and sends my cum showering her insides in white.
"Yessss!" She screams as I remove the knife from her throat, blood trickling down her tongue.
Grabbing the back of her neck, I slam my mouth against hers, sucking her tongue between my teeth to clean the blood off of it. Her hands grasp at my body feverishly, as if she's trying to hold onto me for dear life, but she's hesitant.
"It's okay, baby. Grab me. Fucking choke me while you're at it." I smirk as I direct her hands to my neck.
"You want me to choke you?" she pants, rocking against my lap during a brief rush of orgasm, her legs tight around my hips.
"Yeah, you like it, right? Show me what it feels like to be fucking choked." She wraps her hands around my throat, cutting off my air.
My eyes bulge, but the sensation in my head is euphoric, sending my nerves into overdrive. I reach up and grab her throat, squeezing it as tightly as she does mine. She brings her mouth to mine on her own, passionately kissing me as her body spasms against mine, my cum spilling out of her pussy and pooling at the base of my shaft every time she slams her ass on me.
"That's it, my little psycho... fucking choke me and soak me with that cum…" I growl, licking the shell of her ear as she shudders violently, not seeming to be afraid of anything.
Probably because of the drugs we've been feeding her... either that or her schizophrenia is acting up again and she's here for the chaos.
Scarlett
Riley and I get out of the car and pretended like nothing had happened. He grabs my hand, takes his finger, and forces my lips into a smile, sucking roughly on the side of my neck so he leaves a mark.His mark.
"How about we go have some fun?"
Without waiting for my answer, he takes me inside and drags me to the bar. I'm pulled onto his lap and forced to pretend that I want to be here with him. The drinks help, but the constant pain and humiliation make it impossible for me to forget. Riley scans the crowded bar, hunting for something, but he hasn't told me what.Knowing what they like to do, I know it can’t be good. Should I ask him, maybe make conversation?
"What exactly are you looking for?" I can hear the nervousness in my voice, but I try to ignore it by putting on a fake smile with my puffy, glossy lips.
"I'm looking for someone to take home with us. I'm itching, Scar," he says, and I'm not quite sure what he means.
"What are you itching for?" I ask, taking another sip of my drink, bracing myself for the answer.
He squeezes my thigh,licks across my collarbone, and lets out a hungry growl while looking at me calmly as ever. "I'm itching for a kill."
My heart slows and my throat tightens.Didn't they kill enough people at my apartment?
"How come you do that?" I ask, hoping it doesn't set him off.
"Because I fucking like it. It's an obsession of sorts. Like an addiction, and I can't fucking stop it."
When I look at him this time, there's no smile on his face or no scowl. His eyes are blank, almost empty, and nothing but blackness swirls within them. "Why do you need to kill someone, though? Can't you just fight it?"
"No, I've tried." As his brows furrow in frustration, agony consumes his handsome features. I can tell I've struck a nerve, so I keep my mouth shut, trying not to piss him off anymore.
"You seem determined to talk me out of it, Scarlett..." He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck to him, sinking his teeth in until he draws little drops of blood from his vicious bite. "I can just kill you if you want..."
twenty-one
A Twisted Train Ride
Blade
I've never seen such a bad case of schizophreniabefore. Scarlett is by far theworst.Still, none of us feel bad for using her precious body the way we have been, not when it feels so fucking good. Being off her meds doesn't help, nor does the array of meds we've been feeding her with and without her knowledge, but we do whatever we have to do to make it work, and so far, it has. So why would we stop?
"I'm making a run to the apartment to check on... you know," Riley says, licking his lips evilly.
He looks over his shoulder, his gaze drawn toward the room where Sinner and Nixon are, keeping his tone hushed so she can't hear him. Saint glares at him, still pissed that all the plans he had for this Halloween backfired immensely.