Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Ssssh, sssh.
You hear that, don't you?
The sirens wailing to let people know help is coming.
But for you, it means something else.
When those sirens cease, and they start to come, it's to take you away and lock you behind bars.
And you don't want that, do you?
So what now?
Shall I do you a favor by killing you?
It will be so very easy, you know.
I can just wrap my fingers around your neck and squeeze.
Gouge your eyes out until you bleed to death.
Or just shoot you in the head if we'd like to end it quick.
So tell me, you.
Can you give me one reason not to kill you?
"THAT'S ENOUGH, DARLING."
His voice snaps me out of whatever's taken hold of me, and I find myself straddling a sobbing Suzanne on the floor. I can't recall how I got here, or why her face is a bloody and viciously clawed mess...while I have my gun pointed at her head.
Rake carefully takes my gun out of my hand and gently pulls me to my feet.
I wait for him to show fear or disgust. To look at me like I'm more monstrous than he's able to handle, but instead he puts his life at risk by pinching my cheeks—-
"Stop that!"
I slap his hands away, and I only realize we have company when I hear his friends chuckle.
Oh.
There's Greg and Corey, with a cuffed Suzanne between them, and another man I can only assume as—-
"Are you Royce Jr., who majored in engineering and advertising?"
Major turns red, and I'm thinking that means a yes.
Rake pulls me to him as Major cusses at the other guys, and I can't help but shake my head. "Do they really not care?"
"About what?"
"They saw me. The real me—-"
"And we're glad you're who and what you are, because you were the one who stopped Suzanne from fleeing."
"But what I did to her..." I show him my hands, where bits of the other woman's flesh are still under my nails, but Rake only smiles coldly.
"Do you remember what she did to Yiorgos' dog?"
His words immediately put things in perspective, and I suddenly feel I haven't made Suzanne pay enough for her crimes.
"You did what you had to. And most importantly—-you kept yourself alive for me."
The sudden roughness of his voice doesn't escape me, and that's when I realize this is finally it.
"I love you," I say simply.
The right moment for other couples usually come when they've shed tears. But for people like Rake and me, the right moment is when we've shed blood, and we see for ourselves that nothing has changed.
A smile cracks over Rake's lips. "I love you, too, and...I have to say that I kinda saw this coming."
"This?"
"You told me you'd never be the type to scream 'I love you' when having sex."
I do remember saying that, but...
"So that's when I figured you'd likely be the type to say the words when one of us has either killed or is about to kill someone else—-"
Oh.
"And I love it," he says fiercely, "so don't you ever fucking change."
I have no chance to tell him he's being weird, with his mouth already covering mine and his tongue thrusting past my lips.
Oh, Rake.
The local police has finally arrived, and even though I can literally hear them reading Suzanne her rights, Rake and I go on kissing like a pair of horny teenagers out on their first date. I think this is Rake's way of making me just as vulgar as he is...and while this is a secret I'll carry to my grave, I won't have him any other way as well.
Epilogue
Kayra is already hitching her gown up even before the privacy window has fully slid closed, and all I can do is groan as she impales herself on my straining cock.
"Where the fuck are your panties?" I demand hoarsely as she starts riding me like the expert horsewoman that she is.
"I didn't wear one—-"
"What the hell?"
"I hate wasting money, and you keep ripping them off every time we leave the house."
This is probably a good time to remind her that she isn't exactly engaged to someone struggling to pay their bills, but when I see Kayra throw her head back with a moan—-
Ah, fuck.
The cost of her underwear is something we can discuss later on. Right now, the only thing I can think about is how glorious my future wife looks as she fucks me harder and faster—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
The moment I feel my body start to tighten, I reach up to squeeze her breasts hard, and by the time I pinch her nipples, it's over for the both of us—-
God, fuck, yes!
She cups my face and kisses me as she cums, and I suck on her tongue as my cock fills her pussy with my cum.
Kayra collapses against my chest as the tremors of pleasure begin to fade, and it's moments like this that I know I'm seeing a side of her no one else will ever see.