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Cole rolls his eyes, not finding me amusing. “Fine. How many bedrooms do you want in your next house?”
“Ohhh,” I teasingly coo. “Such a domesticated question. Are we discussing paint colors and throw pillows next?”
“For fuck’s sake, Raven. I want to know how you see things working out with us. Do you want us all to live together, or would you prefer your own space and we can make a schedule of some sort…” He leaves his statement open ended, like he truly doesn’t know what other options there could be. I’d think he was sounding vulnerable again if it wasn’t for the complete tone of being fed up with me laced throughout.
“As if my Ravenmasters would be satisfied with anything other than living in the same house. Some days, I wonder if you’d even let me have any personal time without your prying eyes on me.” I spin my knife between my fingers. “I’m not delusional, Cole.”
“Oh, Luv.” He smirks at me, his eyes gleaming, making my heart speed up. “I’ll always have eyes on you, no matter what.”
There’s no question about it, I don’t need any other signs that I’m irrevocably fucked in the head. But if I did, this would be it. The fact that I find his words so damn romantic.
I spin my knife around, offering him the handle. He doesn’t need one, obviously, since he has one in his hand already, but it’s a symbolic gesture.
Cole raises an eyebrow in question. “What’s this?”
“I need you to end her, so I can screw your brains out.”
Chapter 11
Raven
I’m not sure when I started to fall so hard for moments where Cole sheds his mask and experiences true joy. Not the ones where we used to fake normalcy, but times like this where the happiness comes from deep within him. But they’ve become one of my favorite things in life. Right next to killing…
“Oh! Wait,” I shout, the thought reminding me. He tilts his head as if wondering if I have some screws loose. Admittedly, the answer is probably a resounding yes. It makes me realize he hasn’t even taken the offered knife from me yet.
“Oops.” I shrug a shoulder. What else can I do? I have other damn things on my mind now. Not wanting to risk forgetting again, I lean to her ear and whisper, “Nevermore.”
“Why are you doing that if you’re letting me be the one to kill her?” he asks. “Not to mention she was a gift for you. I’m not sure it would look good on me if I took my present back, even when you’re offering.”
I grit my teeth. Fuck. I didn’t even think of that. He makes a really good point. “You’re right,” I say, drawing the knife away. “She’s mine to kill.”
He gives me a smile, the kind that says he finds me utterly adorable. “Give me your hand, Luv.” I warily eye his open palm held out for me, not entirely sure I want to take it. She’s my kill, after all. “We can do it together. I’ll even show you where to cut to spray blood everywhere.” His grin shifts into something mischievous, and I’m too weak to turn away from it.
Putting the hand holding the knife in his palm, he wraps his fingers around mine and guides me toward the girl. Excitement pounds through me, making it to where I feel every beat of my heart. There’s no thrill like killing.
Fixing my eyes on the tip of the blade, I watch as Cole carefully guides us into slicing her skin. The angle we twist into makes me appreciate how she’s already positioned with the seat reclined. I can only imagine how awkward it would be had she been sitting with me squeezing between the two seats.
Cole warned me that he was showing me a spot where blood would spray, but knowing it and experiencing the actuality are two different things.
Wet heat splashes my chest, jaw, and cheek, making me jerk in surprise. If I didn’t know better, I’d think someone came on my face. The comparison should’ve had me prepared for the second spray that covers the opposite side of my chest and gets my neck. It instantly drips toward my cleavage, leaving behind trails of death.
A growl snatches my attention. It’s a lust filled sound that has my thighs clamping together tightly, reminding me once again that I’m not wearing pants. Cole’s gaze is firmly fixed on me, his eyes tracing the progress of the blood on my chest. It’s how I catch the third pump of ruby red liquid hitting him across his face and soaking into his shirt. A shirt that I’d very much like to remove as quickly as possible.
Gripping my knife that’s nestled firmly in my palm, I reach out with my free hand and fist my psychopath’s shirt. The risk of cutting him doesn’t even cross my mind as I stretch the material toward me and slash at it with the blade. It damages the fabric enough to where I’m able to rip the rest of his shirt open, exposing his sculpted chest.
Before I’m able to act on any other impulsive thoughts, Cole’s hand whips out and wraps around my throat, hauling me into him. “I’m not sure if you understood me before, Raven, but you can’t have me until we watch her die together.” His tight grip on me forces my head to turn to her, and it doesn’t take much convincing for me to watch the stuttering breaths barely lifting her chest.
“In fact,” he rumbles. “I think we should make a new rule. Number fifteen: for every murder, you get four orgasms.”
My thighs clench together. Not that I need any incentives to kill, but he added one with the rule. “Why four?”
“Because you have four devoted men. But since I’m the only one here, I get the pleasure of giving them all to you.”
I. Fucking. Melt.
It might be my new favorite rule. One I won’t hesitate to collect on.
Biting my lip, I focus my gaze on the woman, willing her to hurry up and pass over into boyfriend stealing hell. Blood continues to drip from her many cuts, adding to the stain from before. At the same time, Cole’s free hand dips under my shirt and trails along my stomach. He teases the underside of my breast with his thumb, giving me the tiniest of hints of what I want.
Unsurprisingly, I lose patience rather quickly. Normally I enjoy watching my victim take their final breath, but today I don’t want to take the time to watch it happen, not when I have Cole dangling a carrot in front of me like he is.
I’m sure if he knew what I was about to do, he’d stop me, but I’m too quick. The knife is plunged into her side before the thought has barely crossed my mind. Warm blood rushes over my hand as I slide the blade free, accompanied by a wheezing hiss. Hmm… perhaps I should’ve twisted the knife.
“Is my poor girl desperate for my cock?” Cole asks, followed by his teeth nipping at my shoulder. I barely feel it through the fabric of my shirt, making me frown.
“I always want your cock. You should give it to me now. No more waiting,” I rasp. Somehow, I find myself breathless at the mere thought of his dick sliding in and out. The way his Jacob’s ladder touches all my sensitive nerves so divinely. Of the perfect way he pinches my clit to send me over the edge.
“Watch, naughty girl.” His fingers find my chin, directing my attention back to our kill. She takes a breath and releases it slowly. Nothing else seems to happen, not in any tangible way at least. It could be in my imagination, something I only see because I enjoy knowing when my victim dies, or maybe it really is something a chosen few can see.
In either case, it’s as if she becomes blurry for a split second, like I can visually see her soul leaving her body, lifting into the air to go wherever souls go when their vessel has expired.
“Did you see it?” Cole runs his fingertips along the sensitive part of my inner arm. It makes goosebumps appear in his wake, a tingling sensation working its way through my body.
“I did.” Arousal courses through me. Something that shouldn’t happen when watching someone die, yet here we are. The entire experience causes enough lust to take over my body that my skin feels like it could split open at any moment.
“A beautiful sight, isn’t it?” he asks. I nod my head, somehow transfixed on the body, even if nothing else is happening. “Almost as beautiful as you are.”
Cole brushes his nose lightly against my cheek before using it to nudge me into turning my head. When I do, he catches my lips in what has to be the softest kiss I’ve had from him to date. I’d never dare to say any actions from him are sweet, but this comes the closest. It’s as if he wants to tangle our souls together, and this gentleness is the only way he thinks he can come close.
I’m not entirely sure he doesn’t accomplish it either. I’ve never felt so fucking entwined with Cole. In this moment, he’s my entire world, and a realization comes crashing over me, stealing the breath from my lungs, compressing my chest with a tightness I’m unfamiliar with.
I wouldn’t want to exist in this universe without Cole. Not in this lifetime or the next.
Somehow I’ve let him into my soul, giving him a part of me I never realized was something I needed to protect. And now I find myself more than satisfied with the result. He’s mine, and I’m his. But it’s not only him who’s stolen a part of me, it’s my other men, too.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but according to all the definitions of love that I’ve studied, that’s exactly how I feel about them. Fucking hell. Kill me now. My dead little heart has found a reason to beat. Who would have thought that was ever possible?
Our kiss deepens, and this time I’m the one sliding my hand around his neck, holding the back of it to make sure he can’t go anywhere. “I need to have you,” I rasp against his lips, my need overwhelming me, along with the realization that I love him.
My heart opens, crushing me under the onslaught of emotions I never thought I was capable of experiencing. It’s like some part of me was locked away, and it took four men to find the keys to open it again.
Cole presses his hand against my chest, pushing me away from him. His gaze travels over my body, brushing against my skin like a sensual caress. At the same time, I study him in return. There’s a bloody trail where my hand touched him, highlighting every spot I’ve been. It lights a fire in me, a burning need to paint him red.
“Goddamn you’re stunning,” he growls, breaking me from my thoughts. “I love when you’re splattered with your kills. Makes my cock hard as fuck.”
I’ve never understood the way they seem to become feral when I have blood on me until now. It’s a surprising on switch that I’m not at all disappointed to discover.
“You need more of it on you. Take off your shirt, Luv. Give me your body.”
His command sets me into motion, my hands grasping the bottom of my shirt and ripping it over my head. I don’t even wait for him to demand my bra comes off too, my hands instantly reaching for the clasp behind my back.
Cole devours my every movement, biting his lip in that sexy as fuck way, driving me nuts. The moment I’m naked, I lunge for him, completely forgetting that we’re in a car with obstacles. My knee painfully hits the middle console, making me yelp.
Rubbing my hand over the smarting area, I catch Cole shaking his head. Something about it irritates me. “What?” The question comes out a little more snippy than I mean for it, but not entirely undeserved. I should expect it from the asshole, though.
“You’re not wearing enough blood,” he says. At the same time, his hand swipes through the trails of red on our victim’s chest, collecting it, then he rubs his palms together, spreading the stickiness over them.
When he feels he’s coated them to his satisfaction, he reaches out for my breasts. Palming each of them, he lifts them, weighing them before swiping his thumbs over my nipples. Red smears against my skin, starting dark before tapering off like a paintbrush running out of paint.
Simply watching the sight has my nipples pebbling tightly, almost to the point of pain if it wasn’t for his thumbs rubbing back and forth, spreading more of the blood onto my skin. It’s an odd choice for lubricant, but I can’t say it doesn’t turn me on more.
“Kneel on the back seats facing me and spread your legs. I want to see how much you’re dripping for me.” His words cause a fresh wave of desire to ripple through my body, my cunt clenching on nothing, making me feel how wet I’ve become without realizing it. My inner thighs are soaked, something that becomes more obvious with my legs spread.
“Cole,” I whimper, needing his hands back on me, if not his cock thrusting, filling me, stretching my walls deliciously.
His eyes fixate on my apex, and I swear my clit tingles with his attention. He dips his hands, collecting more blood from the stab wound inflicted due to my impatience to have him. Then he leans between the seats and grips my hips, his hold tight and possessive, branding me with her blood. He doesn’t keep his hands there for long, moving them over my legs until he’s between my thighs, mixing my desire with the ruby collection on his hands. His palms glide over me, making a pink mess as he continues to spread it along the outside of my legs to my ass, gripping me with both hands.
I don’t have time to process everything he’s doing before he’s moving on to the next thing. He kisses a trail from the bottom of my stomach all the way to my breast, where he flicks his tongue against my nipple, teasing the tip, a distraction before he bites it. Then he’s kissing me again, marking a trail to my neck.
“Help me move her body. I need you in this front seat where I can reach you better,” he whispers in my ear, moving to nibble on my lobe.
“Yes,” I gasp out, the word threatening to choke me with how quickly I try to force it out. I need him. Every bit I can get, which will only be better from that position.
Breaking away from him, I grasp the body under her arms, tugging at her weight before Cole even has a chance to help me. Her body barely moves. That is until Cole has her by the knees helping me to unceremoniously dump her in the back seat.
I barely rub my hands through her blood before Cole has his hands around my thighs, his fingertips under my ass cheeks. He tugs me toward him and my hands automatically dart out, gripping him by the shoulders to make sure I don’t hurt myself as he tosses me in the front seat.
With his arms on either side of my head, Cole hovers above me, touching me as little as possible. His attempt at teasing me doesn’t work. I simply run my hands from his shoulders, over his pecs and down his abs, leaving behind my own work of art on his skin.
Watching the trail of red spread across his sculpted body sends fire throughout my body, making me burn brighter for him than I ever have before.
“Kiss me,” I demand, wrapping my arms around him, drawing him to me, closing the distance slower than I want.
I’m not sure how the bastard is able to hold on to his control, refusing to abandon his teasing. How is he not burning as brightly for me as I am for him? His lips graze over mine, making them tingle. It’s not until I whimper and dig my nails into his back that his hold breaks, drowning me in the rush of his passion.
Cole’s kiss is like meeting the wrong end of a razor blade. Sharp and painful, biting into my skin like it was made for destruction. Settling his weight on his elbows, his fingers trail through my hair, starting at the base of my scalp until he has a sufficient hold where he tightens his grip until there’s a tug pulling on the strands. It creates a perfect harmony with the battle his lips wage.
His body settles between my legs, his jeans chafing against my tender thighs. Wanting to feel the velvety softness of his hard cock in my palm, I reach for his pants. The button of his jeans moves through the eyehole like they’re wanting off as much as I want them gone. The zipper is barely all the way down before I’m desperately using anything I can to help push them down along with his boxers.
Moving his hands along either side of my neck, I feel the remnants of the splattered blood smear, allowing his touch to glide across my skin with little resistance. I know he’s doing it on purpose as his thumbs draw circles right below my clavicles, trailing his designs across my skin, making me into his living canvas.
One of his hands reaches above our heads, and when it comes back into my vision, I find a fresh coat of glistening crimson covering his fingers.
“Are you turned on for me, Raven? Will I find your pussy wet and ready for me?” He moves his hand between us, holding it above my pussy as his hips arch to give space for it. His cock bobs in the air, hard as steel, ready for me with a glistening tip covered in precum.
“You know I am,” I pant out, wanting him to touch me, to do something to relieve the building pressure in my body. “You felt how wet my thighs are. What would have changed in the last few minutes?”
“Always with the sass. Maybe I shouldn’t give you what you want. I’ll just use this to jack myself off and cover you with my come.” He holds his hand up, showing me the shining sheen of red. “Add to my masterpiece.”
“Cole. Please.” I brace a foot on the dashboard and roll my hips toward him, trying to force his hand on me.
“Please what, Luv? What do you need from me?” he coos. The words wash over my skin, making it feel tight. My nipples tingle, and my clit throbs.
I give into his order with a mewling sound that comes from the back of my throat. “Please fuck me. Make me come.” I pant, my chest heaving with a shortness of breath, need coursing through me, making me delirious.
He wiggles his fingers, drawing my attention to his hand once more. “You want me to use these fingers, Raven? The ones covered in blood from a woman we killed together?”
My cunt flutters, almost coming from his words. “Yes!” The smirk I love so much lifts one side of his lips and my hips thrust again without me even thinking about it. “Give it to me.”
As if my begging acted like a sledgehammer breaking through his control, Cole groans, dipping his fingers between my folds. He circles my clit several times, ratcheting my pleasure to another level until I’m on the edge of a cliff. It’s then that he slides his fingers along either side of my lips, stopping before he gets to my opening and retreating again.
He does this a few times, making me shake, a need growing deep inside until I’m the one snapping. “Fuck me. Stretch me on your fingers, Cole.”
