Page 20 of Madness & Mayhem
“It haseverythingto do with you, Lakyn,” I growl, growing angry. She’s the reason I’m here in the first place, though she has no idea why the real reason is.
She whimpers. “What do I have to do with any of this?”
I laugh, reaching down, pulling at her sweats. They easily slide over her hips and down her legs. I chuck them aside, letting them fall to the floor. Her bruised skin comes into view. The cuts on her inner thighs. She’s a beautiful work of art, one I have carved myself. She’s been sculpted by my hands, scarred by my soul, and I will mark her skin every day for the rest of my life, paint her with my name so everyone knows who it is she needs. Who she craves.
“Reign, tell me. I deserve to know.” She wiggles underneath me, and I know she’s desperate to get free. She wants to get all the answers, and I’ll give her everything she needs to know. Because it’s time. It’s time she understands the truth, but first, I take what I want. Because that’s exactly what Lakyn does.
My fingers slip between her creamy thighs, the softness brushing across my skin. I press my fingers into the smooth skin, pushing them apart, until she’s spread beneath me on her silky sheets, her skin littered in goosebumps but hot to the touch.
Hot from me. For me.
I slip my fingers between her folds, instantly connecting with dripping skin. I clench my jaw, staring at her glistening sex as she shines in the moonlight that slips through her window. Her scent fills the air, toxic, consuming.
That’s it, baby Lake, let that pussy drip for me.
She moans, reaching forward, her fingers strangling the fabric of her sheets. She needs something to hold on to, but I want to watch her weep. I want to see her suffer as I tear her apart just as she’s done to me.
I want her to feel just as desperate as she made me feel last night.
“Once you’re dripping on my wrist, I’ll slide my cock between your thighs. You love when the masked man fucks you, don’t you? You enjoy being consumed by a murderer, with blood on his hands and a black soul.” I growl, tapping on my mask that’s stained in blood, marked with scars of its own. "Though just so you know, I’m going to be much more vicious than he could ever be.”
She shivers. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I’ll show you,” I murmur, hissing through my teeth as the burning hits my stomach. It doesn’t feel like it’s bleeding any longer, at least not consistently. Though the pain is still there, and every movement brings a stretching to my skin which causes excruciating pain.
She mumbles under her breath, and I slip my fingers deep into her pussy, curling them slightly. “What was that, baby Lake?” I murmur.
She turns her face away mine, her eyes full of raw pain and a hint of pleasure. “I said they’ll never fucking forgive me,” she groans.
I smirk. “Probably not.” And it’s the truth. One of us is gone. Dead, and it’s because of me.
Because of us.
Because I’ll forever protect Lakyn, and if that means I need to take the lives of all our friends, I’d do it without blinking an eye.
A silent sob racks her spine, and I bring my fingers to her waist, curling them around her hip. “Don’t be sad, baby. You’ll always have me.”
“I can’t be without them. They’re my best friends,” she moans quietly, tearing out of my hold. She spins around, getting onto her knees as she faces me. Her knees dig into the mattress, pressing against mine. “How could you so easily throw them away?”
I narrow my eyes, bringing my fingers forward and threading them behind her ear. I pull her head toward mine, “You think it feels good to lose my closest friends? I imagine it would feel just the same as aknife to the gut.” I chuckle, and she shivers in my arms. “Though, I would throw away the world if it meant I was able to keep you,” I growl against her cheek.
She whimpers, and I grab onto her hands, pulling them up until she grips her headboard. “Hold on tightly, baby Lake. I’m done talking now.”
I shove her shirt up, until it’s bunched around her upper ribs, and I watch as a ripple rolls down her spine. I span my fingers around her waist, lining her up against mine.
Her fingernails press against the wooden headboard, the pink flesh turning white a moment before it flushes a dark red.
“Are you mad at me?” she whispers as she holds on tightly.
Squatting down behind her, I inhale deeply, able to smell her fear, her arousal, as is permeates the air. I hum under my breath as I stare at her glistening folds. “Yes, Lakyn, if your heart didn’t belong to me, I think I’d have bled you out by now.”
My tongue darts out, and I swipe it between her folds, tasting the sweetness of her pussy. She is delicious. Delectable. I dive in more, dipping my tongue deep into her sex, feeling the walls of her pussy clenching around the muscle of my tongue. I swirl my tongue into her, fucking her gently until she lets out a moan, her body tensing around me. I swipe my tongue up, the tip flicking against her clit. It’s swollen, pulsing against my tongue, and I let out a moan, flattening my tongue and flicking once, twice, three times.
She lets out a moan, pushing her body toward my mouth. With a shaky breath, she whispers, “Do you want to kill me? Hurt me?” Her words are fearful, terrified.
I smirk. She wants to play this game.
Dragging my hands up her back, I dance the tips of my fingers over her shoulder blades, along the curve of her slender neck, and across her jaw. I pinch her chin a moment, until she lets out a small whimper in pain.