Page 200 of Mayhem and Minnie

She cries and cries. I don’t interrupt her, not wanting to intrude on her grief. But I hold her throughout it all so that she knows that even when her feelings are out of control, I’ll be there to share her burden. I might not be able to take those emotions away, but I can be there for her as she slowly processes them.

How magnanimous of me.

For once, my instinct isn’t to kill, but to protect.

“How do you manage to surprise me at every turn?” she asks as she pulls back, her eyes clouded with tears.

I smirk.

“That’s my specialty,” I say and wink at her.

The ghost of a smile appears on her lips.

I’ve never been good at consoling people—not that I’ve tried before. But it seems I didn’t do such a poor job, and pride suffuses me at the thought that I can at least do this for her—put the smile back on her face.

“I was afraid you’d hate me for leading you on,” she whispers. “And you would have been within your rights to do so since I’ve hidden so much from you.”

“I could never hate you, Minnie. I might have wanted to kill you on occasion, though,” I joke.

She hits me playfully in the chest.

“Well, now you know I can’t die,” she fires back.

“Wouldn’t have stopped me from trying.” I shrug.

She blinks, then laughs. Tears are still rolling down her cheeks, but the sound of her laughter makes me sigh in relief.

“There you go again with your morbid thoughts.” She shakes her head in amusement.

“What’s wrong with them? In fact, since you can’t die, I could technically kill you and you’d come back to life. Think of it as foreplay.” I wiggle my brows suggestively at her.

“Marlowe!” she exclaims, scandalized.

“What? We can’t fuck, but we can play around with murder. Isn’t that a great idea?”

“I’m not sure killing me would qualify as a great idea,” she mumbles.

“Why not? I’d cut you here,” I say as I trace my fingers down her neck. “Then here,” I continue as I reach her chest. Going lower, I touch her lightly between her legs.

She draws in a sudden breath.

“I could cut you up until the pain becomes pleasure. Would that count as consummation? If I bring you to orgasm using a knife instead of my cock?”

She blushes furiously, and as she opens her mouth to speak, she stumbles over her words.

“I… That…”

“I’m joking, Minnie,” I add. She stares at me for a moment before she exhales in relief.

Or maybe I’m not joking.

I have to admit, I’ve never considered mixing murder and sex, but as the images flash inside my head, I can’t help the rush of arousal that flows to my cock.

Seeing Minnie naked, sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood while she’s writhing in pleasure might not be such a bad idea.

If only she thought so too…

My phone rings in my pocket. Taking it out, I note it’s Giles.

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