Page 54 of Madness & Mayhem
“You killed someone,” I grunt, shoving into her roughly.
She groans deep in her throat, tilting her head back. Her tears trail down her temples, falling into her damp hair. “I killed someone, and it felt so good,” she gasps.
I drag my hand from her hip, around to her stomach. I slide it up, between her breasts, until my fingers wrap around slender throat. I squeeze tightly, smirking at her devilishly. “You’ve never looked so beautiful, Lakyn. Taking the life of someone else, the confidence in every step you made. You’ve always been stunning, Lakyn, but tonight there wasn’t anything that could’ve been more beautiful than watching you take another life as you did. So fucking perfect.”
She whimpers, glancing up to look at me. Our eyes lock, and I become in a trance as I watch her, memorize her, mark her, consume every inch of her. Lakyn is mine, and she will be mine long after she takes her last breath.
“I’m going to come,” she moans.
I squeeze her neck. “You’ll come when I say and not a second sooner.”
She writhes on the counter, and I grip her tightly as I speed up, bruising the insides of her thighs with my hips, growing to stone inside of her.
“Come, baby Lake. Wake the dead with your screams.”
Her shoulders jut back, her nipples peaking through her wet sweatshirt as her breasts bounce lightly against her chest. The walls of her pussy clench around me as her orgasm takes hold. I can feel my balls clench, drawing up as I empty myself inside of her. I bruise her skin with my fingers, staring down at her skin painted red. I shove into the hilt, clenching my cock as I empty every last drop inside of her.
She lets out a gasp as I pull out of her, staring down at the initials on the top of her pussy. I bring my fingers down to her skin, brushing my initials lightly.
“Braylin?” Comes a voice from the hallway.
My eyes simultaneously widen with Lakyn’s, and I snap my hand back, untying her hands as quickly as possible. Two voices come closer, mumbling to each other quietly.
Knock, knock.
“Braylin? Are you in there? The alarm wasn’t on.”
Shit.
We didn’t reset the alarm. Fuck.
Lakyn leaps off the counter, pulling her pants back up as I tuck myself back into my jeans. I’m doing up my belt when I hear one more knock on the door.
“Coming in, Braylin,” a masculine voice says, moments before the door opens, and there stands Braylin’s parents, dressed to the nines in a dress and suit, and absolute horror on their faces.
“Braylin?” her mom screams, glancing over our shoulder and at her daughter, dead and bloody on the shower floor.
“Oh, my God!” Braylin’s dad shouts, his gaze swinging to the both of us. “No!” he roars, stepping forward a second before pausing. He looks a cross between angry and terrified. He wants to go to his daughter, he wants to run, and he wants to hurt us, all at the same time.
Lakyn turns to me, but I don’t take my eyes off the parents. Squatting down slowly, I grab my knife from the ground, clutching the handle in my grip. I swipe my glove up too, shoving it quickly into my pocket.
I know what I have to do, yet I don’t know if Lakyn is capable of taking a life she’s not prepared for.
“The police have already been called. They will be here any minute. I suggest not doing anything stupid,” her dad says, leveling me a look.
Well, that’s just not okay.
I step forward, the knife in my grip as I lunge toward him. He’s an imbecile, though, because instead of running, he rushes me, attempting to take the knife from my hand.
“You fucking murderer!” the father roars, and I swipe the knife, cutting through his suit coat and up his arm.
The mom screams, and I can hear Lakyn rush behind me. The sound of metal scraping gives away her grabbing her own knife. I shove the dad on the ground, hating that Lakyn has to do this, but knowing we don’t have a choice. It’s them or us, and I will always, always, choose us.
“Get off of him!” the mom screams, coming up behind me and hitting me in the back of the head with her purse.
I attempt to shake her off, pressing my knee against his chest. He wheezes as I press my knee between his pecs, cutting off his breathing.
“Bitch, don’t touch him,” Lakyn growls, and my body tenses at the sound of a knife sinking into skin. The mom falls off me, and I use the moment to my advantage, pulling the knife up before shoving it down above my knee, straight into his heart. He lets out a gasp, his eyes widening as he starts choking. His hands shove at my arms, but I grind my teeth, putting more weight into his wound. Blood fills his mouth, and he coughs. Bloody spittle flies from his mouth, coating my face.