Page 21 of Unhinged

Grunts left me, like I was a fucking beast rutting into my prey. I was aware of her crying out, felt her pussy clenching around me, and knew she was getting off, too. I was with it enough to reach between her legs and pinch her clit, making it hurt so her orgasm could peak.

With one heaving sigh of completion, I shook and twitched and pulled out of her. I grabbed my base and slapped her pussy with my shaft, then her lower belly, and finally straddled her faceand forced my semi-hard cock into her mouth.

“Clean yourself off of me.”

She moaned and cupped my balls, rolling them between her fingers, and licked and sucked her pussy juices off of me. When she’d lapped at every inch of my cock and sac, I rolled onto my back, my wet and sloppy flesh landing on my belly with a juicy slapping sound.

I pulled her on top of me, her legs on either side of my waist, and immediately felt my cum dripping out of her pussy hole. “Good girl. Make that mess all over me.” I closed my eyes and exhaled before opening them again and looking over at the served fingers. The pocketknife was a few feet from them, my blood covering the tip of the blade.

“All mine,” I murmured, and she exhaled, her smaller body shivering.

“This is insane,” she finally said, and I grinned.

“Pretty sure everyone is a little insane, darlin’. What a boring world it would be if we were all sane.”

EPILOGUE

ROMAN

Six months later

For the first three months, I’d been in a state of total blissful insanity with Isla. She was the female version of me.

Fucked in the mind in the best of ways.

Embraced her trauma and used it to better herself in the most deranged way possible.

And was the perfect, twisted queen by my side to go on killing sprees with.

Even six months later, I was still thinking about the one-eighty Isla did and how she damn near fucked me back to sanity.

And for the last three months, we’d been hunting for one particular reason.

To find her ex-boyfriend who’d hurt her. And we’d found him. We stalked him. And we had him ready to meet whatever god he believed in.

Chris Vincent’s basement was silent except for his ragged breathing. He was chained to the support beam and struggled to stay conscious. The air was thick with the coppery scent of his blood, and the faint drip of it echoed in the enclosed space.

It was music to my fucking ears.

I stared at Isla, and my cold, black fucking heart beat harder at how gorgeous she was with the blood of her enemy covering her. She stood in front of Chris, her little pocketknife in hand, blood dripping off the tip and staining the concrete floor.

“This is fucking insane,” Chris sputtered, his lips swollen and bloody from her cutting them. “You’re fucking insane, Isla.”

I was in front of him a second later and wrapped my hand around his throat. I lifted him off the ground, his toes barely touching the ground, and he struggled to breathe. “Isn’t insanity gorgeous?” I looked over at Isla, her ice-blue eyes locked on me. Her short black hair hung to her shoulders, and although her hair was dark, I knew it was covered in blood.

When he was about to pass out, I let go andstepped back, feeling my already thick cock jerk as I nearly took his life.

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re like this,” she breathed.

I was in front of her a second later and curled my hand aroundherthroat now, squeezing lightly. It wasn’t enough to cut off her airway, but I added enough pressure so she knew the type of man I was.

I kissed Isla until she was clawing at my clothes, wanting them off so we could fuck. But we had shit to do first. Afterward, I’d fuck the living hell out of her in the blood of her ex-boyfriend, next to his corpse.

When I broke the kiss, we both looked over at Chris. He watched us like we were the fucked-up ones instead of him, a woman beater. His nude body was a canvas of bruises, gashes, and the beautiful violence my girl had inflicted upon him. All of those wounds were her doing, and it had been like watching her create art.

He hung his head forward, his matted hair sticking to the sweat and blood that coated his face.

“As much as I want you to torture him all night, I need you to finish this, baby, because I have to get inside of you.” I saw her cheeks turn pink and wouldbet my fucking left nut she was primed and wet for me right now.

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