Page 150 of Wicked Sins

Candy gets onto her knees beside us as we tousle, and then climbs back on the bed. She howls and sobs, and it’s excruciating not to be able to console her, to soothe her.

Wayne twists his hips, and shoves me to the side. Then he straddles me, the poker flush against my neck.

My lungs drain of air.

He’s blocking off my windpipe. I splutter and choke, kicking wildly to try and dislodge him.

But I’m growing weaker, and that makes him stronger. The trapped blood in my face sets my skin on fire. My eyes bulge from their sockets.

The lights start dimming. My struggles smooth out to nothing but a tip-tap of my heels on the floor.

And then Candy appears, mouth set in a rictus snarl.

My gorgeous blood-drenched phantom.

Her silhouette fades at the edges as she hurls herself at Wayne. She jumps onto his back like a monkey, blood-and-sweat damp hair flying out in whip-like cables.

She sinks her teeth into his shoulder, his neck.

Her bunched hand moved across his throat, and it’s only when a curtain of blood pours onto my chest that I realize she’s somehow managed to slit his throat.

The pressure keeping that poker on my throat disappears. Wayne gapes at me as it clatters to the floor, and then reaches behind him.

Candy still has her teeth in him. When he grabs a fistful of her hair and tugs, she spits him out and bites into his jaw.

I’m horrified.

Hypnotized.

Honored.

His bellow gurgles, exiting partly through his mouth, partly through the crude lips sliced across his throat.

Then he collapses onto his side, taking Candy with him.

She hiccups, drags a hand over her mouth, and then turns and pukes on the floor.

Sweet air rushes into my lungs. I fight my way up and drag her with me. She squeals when I jar her shoulder, but then we’re on the bed, both panting, both painted in blood.

I want to fuck her now more than ever. She reaches for me. My desire reflects in her eyes. But then she shakes her head, and her arm falls limply to the bed. An empty water bottle goes ‘crump’ with the weight.

I can wait.

For her, I’ll wait an eternity.

She deserves the perfect moment.

My darling Candy.

Love of my fucking life.

I nuzzle into her neck, and she rewards me with a sigh that sends a shiver through my body. I slip onto my side, knowing I could bury her under my weight.

“Jo.”

My name on her lips is the only thing keeping me from slipping under. That and, seconds later, the wail of sirens coming closer.

I knew they’d come.

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