Page 25 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

My body relaxes. The hit of dopamine settles.

Shifting my eyes slightly, her legs are shaking violently.

My gaze moves up. The shaking radiates over her entire body.

She should be fucking scared.

She should be on her fucking knees, pleading for mercy. Begging for leniency. Hopingithappens fast.

Taking a step forward, I slide my bat out from under the mutilated body below it. Bloodstains and indented teeth marks are visible. Swinging the bat with my wrist, I step forward. The sound of my boot hitting the concrete builds the tension. Myface is neutral. Her back is against the building wall as her chin quivers. “You don’t need to do this.”

I don’tneedto do anything more than Ineedto do this.

The streetlight catches her face. Beads of sweat glisten.

Taking another step forward, tilting my head down, I rub my nose against her moist skin and inhale her deeply.

Fear is a beautiful scent.

As I reach the end of her forehead, I release my tongue and taste her.

Panic ignites on my taste buds.

Smiling, my fangs are sharp and pierce my bottom lip as they sit upon it. Licking my lips, I can faintly taste copper.

Not good enough.

I bite down on my lip harder. The skin is sensitive, and the pinch is satisfying. I can feel the warm blood trickle down my lip and onto my chin.

My excitement elevates again. Ready for more.

“You fucked with the wrong group of people, cousin.” My tone is venomous.

Rain’s hand comes between us. I grip her wrist with my free hand. The antique claw is still on, as it punctures her skin slightly. “Little bat, you have been a very bad, bad girl.”

A tiny giggle erupts, with no effort to muffle it. My little bat is playing with fire.

“I like being bad for you, E.”

Bringing her wrist up to my mouth, I rotate it to where I punctured her delicate skin. My tongue laps the area, devouring her sweet blood which drips down her arm.

Mine.

Thinking I am distracted, Francesca tries to inch herself away from us.

I’ve been doing this for fifteen years; I see everything.

Swiftly, letting go of Rain, I slap my hand next to my cousin's head. The metal claw scrapes against the cement, which sounds like nails against a chalkboard. She startles, stopping in place.

Rain takes this opportunity to step between us. Lifting her hand, she rubs her thumb against my cousin’s lip slowly, taunting her. “Franny, it’s bedtime.”

Reaching back with her other hand, Rain grips my bat, taking it from my hand before stepping back next to me. A breeze washes over us, her hair tickles my arm, and my dick gets hard, straining against my pants as I remember she still has that plug safely secured inside of her.

My hand breaks free from the wall, and I take the claw off and pass it to Rain.

Then, in one quick movement, I flip Francesca around, holding her close against me as I wrap my arm around her neck while my other hand grips her head.

The arm which is wrapped around her grips the bicep of the arm holding her head.

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