Page 3 of Savage Behavior
“Yes”, he groaned
“Tell me,” I ordered. I ran my hands up and down my body squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples teasing him. His pupils were dilated. He was drinking this shit up, just like I knew his pathetic ass would.
“It feels so fucking good, baby.”
“Good boy”, I whispered.
I sped up, bringing him as close as I could to coming; I watched for all the cues, tight abs, tight thighs, strained face, twitching cock, sucked-up balls. Predictable. His whole -body tensed, and he closed his eyes.
I pulled the mini dagger from my garter, maneuvering it into the correct position in my hand.
Clutching it as I pumped my pussy on his dick, I ordered him one last thing.
“Look at me,” I moaned, tightening my walls around him intentionally.
He obeyed like a good little bitch, and I sliced his throat, his eyes widening in shock; a line of blood splattered across the mint-white sheets in the direction I sliced. Oops.
Blood started to seep from the razor-thin line. He gasped for breath, his hands grabbing at his throat, trying to save himself. I leaned in, still riding him, and whispered.
“That’s for hurting my best friend.”
Then against his will, I made him cum. The hot cum filled the condom as his dick twitched and went limp inside me. His life slowly drained from him at the same damn time.
Mission accomplished, I said, giving myself a pat on the back.
I pulled myself off of him and texted the knights.
Me: It’s done. Send the cleanup crew.
Unknown. Money has been transferred.
A notification of the deposit flashed across the top of my screen.
“One million dollars,” I say out loud.
“Thanks so much”. I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Marking him with my signature red lip.
I turned to face the mirror on the wall. Then I moved to my knees. I have to make myself cum. I pulled out my lipstick vibrator, moving from my knees to my ass. I spread my legs wide open so I could watch myself. I put it on the strongest vibration and pushed it to my clit. My head rolled back, and waves of pleasure vibrated through me. I plunged two fingers inside myself. My walls gripped them for dear life. I bucked my hips into my fingers, and I rubbed the tip in circular motions around my clit. It pulsed from my self-care. Electric energy radiated into my core, and I chased it, wanting more, and then it exploded. I looked over at my handy work behind me as my pleasure leaked out of my pussy and dripped around my fingers. I pulled them from inside me and brought them to my mouth. Tasting myself. I got up and made my way to the restroom. Turning the sink on, I rinsed the bullet.
Making my way back to my trench coat, I put it on and fixed my hair one last time.
“Perfect,” I told myself as I applied a layer of lipstick. I left my pussy dripping with my arousal. I like it. I turned and walked out, swinging my hips from side to side, feeling accomplished. Right when I open the door to the stairwell, the elevator dings. The doors slid open, and I paused, wanting them to see me, wantinghimto see me.
He made eye contact with me immediately, his dark eyes sucking the soul from mine. I looked away, feigning shyness, pretending to brush a loose hair behind my ear. Looking over my shoulder as the door closed, I caught him looking over his shoulder at me, too. He never speaks. He only stares. All six foot six of him. Tall, dark, and handsome, like a dark knight. Too bad happy endings weren’t written in my story. Krista was the only person I was capable of loving. I’m okay with that. The door slams closed, sealing the space between us the same way fate has. The sun and the moon can never be together; they were cursed to want each other for eternity but will never be able to be together. Unless they eclipse, forcing the world into darkness. I just don’t see that in the cards. I make my way back down to the floor I entered on and make my way out of the hotel lobby. Next, please.
Chapter 3
Derek
The scent of her perfume lingered in the room when we entered, so did the smell of her pussy. My blood boiled. I hated that she did this. She was so fucking beautiful. I hated picturing any other man’s hands on her. I wanted to kill them all; the plus side was usually. They were already dead. Because she quite literally sucked the soul from their body. My little man-eater.
I looked around at the crime scene as if you could even call it that. I examined his neck, and you could barely see where she sliced through; it was such a fine line. It reminded me of the scene in that movie S Ship, like a thread cut clean through. “I wonder what she uses?” I asked the twins.
“Fuck if we know, bitch is crazy,” they replied in unison.
That she is, but I fucking loved it. I wanted her bad. I had never wanted anyone as bad as I wanted her. I was saving myself for my claiming ceremony. I was called to a greater purpose. To be a leader of the knights. I was doing the dirty work and paying my dues, though. Everybody in the knights was treated equally; we were assigned to different parts of it as we honed in our expertise but until we were called to our respective positions, we did it all. None of us were above getting our hands dirty, not even those in higher-up positions or elders. Respect above all else. We weren’t your typical secret society; honor, respect, and loyalty were important to us. We didn’t just fuck around and abuse our power, although it did give us the privilege of avoiding legal issues and such.
There was barely a mess to clean up most of it was on the sheet where he bled out and then there was one line of blood that came from her slicing his throat.