Page 53 of Madness & Mayhem
“Get away from me!” Braylin screeches.
Lakyn laughs, grabbing onto Braylin’s hair and tugging it toward her. Braylin flies back, her feet slipping on the ground, and she begins to fall. Lakyn’s laughter turns to a growl and she swings the knife down, plunging it directly into Braylin’s neck. Braylin chokes, and Lakyn immediately pulls it free before shoving it back into her neck. In and out she shoves the knife until the ground is no longer pink, but a dark red, the entire ground filled with Braylin’s blood. It smells tangy in the bathroom, humid and nearly stifling as Braylin goes limp and Lakyn pulls the knife from her body for the last time. The sound of skin against metal makes a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end.
Lakyn turns toward me, shoving the mask over her face, revealing pink cheeks and a damp hairline.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her chest heaving with each breath. She glances at the knife, her eyes glowing brightly as she stares at the thick blood. The knife slips from her fingers, falling on top of Braylin before clamoring to the ground. She turns her gaze to mine, and I shove my mask up, staring at her darkly.
“Baby Lake…”
There aren’t words to explain how beautiful and epic she was as she took a life. My girl, my baby Lake, she’s as much of a monster as I am. She took so easily, with not an ounce of remorse, and doesn’t look like she has a lick of fear in her eyes.
Only elation.
“Did I do good?” she whispers, her voice raspy.
I nod, stepping into the puddle of bloody water. My hand snakes out, and I wrap it around her waist. Her clothes are soaked, the warmth turning cold quickly as I haul her body against mine. She molds to me perfectly, sinking her curves against my hard form. My hand goes to the small of her back, and I press her into me, smirking down at her.
“So good, baby. I’m so fucking proud of you,” I murmur, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers. The soft plushness of her lips against my commanding ones. I take from her and show her exactly how proud of her I am with my kiss, breathing her in and giving her life with my lips.
She whimpers into my mouth, moaning against me, her bloody hands falling to my shoulders. She squeezes the muscles, her nails digging through the fabric and into my skin. I can feel as she creates small crescents against my arms, and I groan, relishing the pain. I press into her harder, nudging my erection against her lower stomach.
She steps over Braylin’s body, her boots squeaking against the tiled floor as she climbs into my arms. I wrap my hands underneath her thighs, holding her tightly against me as I spin around and make my way to the counter. My gloved hand comes out, swiping away the makeup and clothing piled on the counter. Settling Lakyn down on the cool surface, I nudge her thighs open as I settle in between them. She curls her fingers around my shoulders, hauling herself forward until the crux of her thighs press into my erection.
Gliding her hands up, she cups her fingers around my neck, painting them red with her bloody hands. I can feel the blood stain my skin, and I tilt my head to the side, pressing my lips against her neck. My lip curls as I bare my teeth, sinking them into the sensitive skin of her neck. She trembles in my arms, dropping her hands to the belt of my jeans. I can hear the clank as she undoes the belt. Her hands tear at my pants, loosening them enough and shoving them over my hips.
I growl as I reach forward, grabbing onto her leggings and tearing them down her thighs. I can hear the sound of the threads popping from my aggressive pulling. They pause around her ankles, stuck above her boots, and I release them, pressing my hands against her bare knees and shoving them apart. Her wet folds come into view, glistening and dripping with arousal.
My gloved fingers reach forward, and I press them against her wet folds. The warmth seeps through the fabric and melts into my fingers. I press my fingers forward, sinking deep inside of her and feel her walls clench around my digits. I curl them forward, and she bucks against me, letting out a throaty moan as her eyes roll in the back of her head. I sink my teeth into her again, feeling her skin break, the warmth of her blood coating my tongue.
She grips my erection in her fingers, squeezing tightly as she shimmies her hips toward me. Needy. Wanton.
“What do you need, baby Lake?” I rasp against her neck.
“You. I need you,” she moans, pressing my erection against her wet folds. My hands snap behind her, and I grab onto the curling iron, my fingers gripping the cord. I pull her hands behind her with my free hand, wrapping the cord around her wrists, tying them back. I wrap the end around the sink faucet, keeping her arms pinned there. Her shoulders are pulled back, her chest jutting out toward me.
I smirk at her as I crouch down in front of her, pulling my knife from the back of my jeans. Her eyes widen, flaring as she sees my clean blade.
“What are you going to do?” She shimmies again. “I need you.”
I exhale against her writhing pussy, the warmth of my breath kissing her sensitive skin. She shivers as I pull the knife forward, pressing the tip against her naked mound.
“Marking you,” I murmur darkly, pressing down on the blade.
She tenses as I drag the knife down her skin. Not too deep, but enough that it’ll leave a scar. She whimpers as I carve into her skin, my hand steady while my insides vibrate wildly, animalistically, as I mark her.
I take my time, making each swipe perfect until I pull the knife back, bloody on the tip, and stare at Lakyn’s skin. Rivers of blood coat her pussy, seeping between her folds. She rubs her thighs together, and it smears the blood across her skin. I bring my fingers to my teeth, tearing the glove off before planting my palm against her skin. I swipe away the blood and watch as Lakyn tilts her head to look between her legs.
Right on the top of her pussy are the letters RW. My initials carved into her skin. Her eyes widen, her mouth dropping open in shock.
“Yours,” she whispers, glancing up at me through her damp eyelashes.
“Mine,” I growl, pressing my fingers against her skin, feeling the raised skin of my initials against my palm.
Standing up, I grip her behind her knees, pulling her toward me until I’m lined up. I stare down at her bloody pussy, my cock harder than it’s ever been, pulsing with a need to claim her.
“Mine,” I repeat, thrusting forward slowly, sinking into her fully. My cock pulses as the walls of her cunt tighten around me. I grab her by the hips, and her ankles lock behind my back. My fingers burrow into her skin as I pull out and sink back into her, her wetness clinging to my skin. I let out a groan as I thrust into her. Her head tilts back, her arms still pinned behind her back as I speed up, until her body rattles against the sink.
“Oh fuck, Reign,” she moans. Glancing up, her eyes flit over my shoulder, and I can see in the glossiness of them, lays Braylin. “I killed someone,” she gasps, tears flooding her eyes. They aren’t sad tears, or remorseful. They are a new beginning, a new life, one where we can be wild and free. Where we can thrive in the madness and create absolute mayhem.