Page 56 of Darkest Deeds

“Strip all you want, pchelka, but no one will look. You wear the mark of a killernow.” My mouth collides with hers, and in seconds our heated kiss becomes riotous chaos. Her moans are a diabolical chant in my ear, and the taste of her lips is deadly poison on my tongue. If indulging in both sends me to hell, then I’ll gladly hunger for death.

I tear off my own shirt and suck on her bottom lip, sinking my teeth into the delicate skin. Ava groans my name, lust radiating off her in waves. I feel alive as my perfect, fucked-up goddess writhes underneath me, begging for destruction as the blood from her newly created brand smears across my chest.

I slide my hand down her stomach and under the waistband of the boxers she stole. The moment I touch her pussy, she arches her back and throws her arms over her head to grip the opposite end of the table.

“You’re soaked,” I growl against her lips. In response, she bucks her hips and I appease her, circling her clit with my thumb while my finger teases her with shallow thrusts. “Does blood make you wet, Ava?” When she doesn’t answer, I pinch her clit. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” she gasps, spreading her legs wider for me.

Slowly, I sink my finger back inside her along with a second and drag my tongue along her neck “Do knives get you off?”

Her hips move in time with my hand. “Yes.”

I had it all wrong. Ava Chernova isn’t a mindless puppet. She’s a brilliantly depraved succubus hiding behind her own desires, and the one question I have left will draw her out.

“Did watching me kill that old man make you want to fuck, pchelka?”

I glance up as she clamps her mouth shut, her body tensing. She can it deny it to herself, but she’ll never lie to me again. I pump my hand hard, and Ava screams, panting out a chorus of pleas for mercy.

But there will be none. Not until I get what I want.

“Did watching me kill make you want to fuck, pchelka?” I repeat. She’s right there. I can feel her body answer as her pussy contracts around my fingers. I drive in hard one more time then stop.

“Niko, please!” Tears escape the corners of her eyes as she twists her hips in need of the release I’ve denied her.

“Say it!”

“Yes!” she screams. “Yes! I’m a sick, evil shit just like my father. I wanted you to take me right there in his house. Is that what you want to hear, asshole?”

Her admission is the key that finally unlocks the cage. Starved and kept prisoner for so long, the monster gnashes its teeth and roars with hunger. It needs to be fed, and she’s the offering.

Once I rip the boxers off her, I resume my brutal thrusts, lowering my head between her legs as the monster feasts.

“Oh fuck, Niko!” Her cries are nothing but a symphony in my head, playing on repeat as I devour her. The taste of her is addicting, and the more I have, the more I want. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I pump my fingers one last time before sucking it into my mouth and biting down. Ava screams so loud her voice shatters, and her body violently convulses around me. When she finally stops shaking, she collapses on the table, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“Who are you?” she whispers.

“You know who I am, Ava.” I stand between her legs, licking my lips. “You just don’t want to see it. But you will,” I say, trailing my damp hand across her thigh.

With a twist of my hand, I flip her over on her stomach and drag her to the edge of the table. Keeping one hand on her back, I rip open my jeans and shove them down my thighs. Grasping the base of my hard cock, I give it a few strokes before pressing the head against her entrance. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I lean down against her ear.

“Mine,” I whisper before sinking into her in one hard thrust. I groan, and Ava’s knees buckle and she cries out my name.

As she whimpers underneath me, I close my eyes and breathe. It’s the calm before the storm. I’ve waited eight long years to feel her tight walls grip my cock, and I want to soak in every moment of it.

But the monster is impatient.

He bends my will, delivering a series of vicious drives that force Ava up on her toes. Her nails dig into the table, dragging jagged marks through the dark wood. I smile as she begs for mercy, not because I want to hurt her, but because I know she doesn’t mean it. For every plea that falls from her mouth, her hips push back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

I’ll never let her go.

“Don’t ever fucking run from me again,” I snarl, grabbing a handful of her hair. “Where do you belong?”

She gasps for air. “With you!”

“Who. Owns. You?” I demand, punctuating each word with a slam of my hips.

“You do!”

“Who do you love, Ava?”

“You!” she screams as her body detonates. “I love you!”

Her words trigger my release. Throwing my head back, I roar out her name as I come so hard, I can’t see.

Exhausted, neither one of us dare speak a word as we both sink to the floor. Ava closes her eyes, afraid what she said will set me off, and I close mine, afraid she’ll take it back.

She’s too tempting. Each day I spare her life is another day I risk my own. However, as much as I don’t trust her, I can’t deny the overpowering need to feel her body submit to my touch. To taste her skin and hear the words I don’t deserve.

I don’t make deals, but against my better judgment, I’ll offer her one with a thirty second window. I’ll promise her forever, if she promises me everything. She won’t like it, but she’s smart enough to see this isn’t about winning. It’s basic survival.

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