Page 82 of With This Ring

“Please.” His voice is thick with tears.

Carter scoffs and bumps me with his shoulder. “Slit his throat. I’m tired of seeing his face.”

Smiling slightly, I tip my head to the side. “I don’t know, Carter. He’s good looking. I quite like his face.”

A loud growl fills the room, and I laugh. I knew that would get under his skin. Carter might be okay with watching me fuck a cute guy like Jamie, but looking at another man outside of that? He’s not having it.

“Get me the sharpest knife you have,” he snarls. Another laugh bubbles up my throat as I pull out the boning knife and hand it to Carter.

I watch as he stalks over to the handsome black-haired man and slice all across his face. Flecks of blood flick on him, staining his hands and chest. The man cries out and tries to move away from what Carter is doing to him, but it’s no use.

Carter is like fucking Picasso, painting the walls and himself with the blood of one of the men that would have ended my life if they didn’t get my wallet.

His hand comes down over and over, the slashes deep and jagged. By the time he’s finished, the man’s face is a tattered mess of flesh, barely recognizable from the handsome man I encountered outside the club.

Exhaling roughly, Carter steps back and hands me the knife. “Finish it.”

“Of course, babe,” I say with a grin. I’m not sure where to grab the man’s face to expose his throat, so I ram the blade into his chest, directly into his heart.

Before I can enjoy the kill, Carter grabs me and pushes me against the far wall. I hit it with a hiss, then Carter covers me with his body. His lips are hard and incessant on mine, licking into me roughly.

When I’m a panting mess against him, he pulls away, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. “You don’t notice men. No one but me. Understand?” I nod, moaning at his rough treatment and how jealousy deepens his voice.

Letting go of my hair, he makes quick work of undoing my pants and pulling them down my hips. He drops to his knees and sucks my cock into his mouth hands free. They’re covered in blood and I’m sure he doesn’t want to taste someone else on me.

My head flops back, banging into the wall as he sucks me in a fast, frantic pace. “Fuck, Carter. Fuck, I love you,” I tell him, pumping my hips into his mouth.

He flicks his gaze up to me, heat burning in his eyes. I groan as I watch him take me in over and over, his lips stretched around my cock in an obscene way.

“I’m close.” Carter is the only man that can bring me to the brink so quickly.

I bite my lip, watching arousal cloud his eyes. He moans around me, sending the vibration to my balls. “Carter. If you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

Challenge enters his eyes. He doubles his efforts, taking me to the back of his throat and humming. “Christ,” I groan and shoot down his throat before I can warn him. My body quakes, my release so powerful that my vision whites.

Getting to his feet after sucking my soul from my dick, Carter slams his mouth on mine again. The kiss tastes sweet and salty, our flavors mingling together beautifully.

When he pulls his mouth away, he rests his forehead against mine. “Shower as soon as we get home. I plan to eat your ass until you don’t know your own name.”

That’s the kind of threat I can get behind. “Okay, babe.”

“You look hot when you’re killing people,” he murmurs, helping me button my pants.

“I could say the same.”

When I’m presentable, I knock on the door and Manuel steps inside, giving us sly smiles. “What’s up, boss?”

“Get some men down here to clean this place up. Burn the bodies.”

“You got it.”

Carter and I clean up as best we can, then head home. I plan to claim my rimming reward as soon as we get out of the shower.

EPILOGUE

KAI

One year later…

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