Page 133 of Bake the Town Red

But fuck. How does watching her unbuckle his belt, lowering the zipper, madden and get me hot all at once?

This isn’t sexual for her. I have to keep reminding myself of that. And it works, especially with the clinical way she does it.

Dahlia puts on a pair of gloves and heads back to Ben to remove his pants and black designer briefs. Then her lips twist in disgust.

Yes, she’s committed to going through with it. However, and that’s a big one, she hates this part as much as I do. Maybe even more.

I’m going to make it up to you, beautiful,I vow in my head.Going to give you all the cock you want. Anywhere you’d like. You won’t remember this shitface by the time I’m done with you.

“There.” Dahlia throws away her gloves. Earlier today, she confided in me that she hates wearing them. Makes her feel more like a surgeon than her true self. “Almost ready.”

Inalmost, she means Ben’s missing the duct tape on his mouth.

“Now, we’re all set.” Another whisper before she grabs a bottle of water, unscrews the top, and lets the water rain down Ben’s head. “Time for the party to start.”

Two things happen at once. His eyes snap open and my girl’s smile returns.

This right here is worth everything. The joy on her face when she’s about to dig her claws into her prey gives me life. It’s a breath of fresh, intoxicating air.

She keeps emptying the bottle on him. His hair sticks to his forehead. The navy of his suit jacket turns a shade darker.

“Mmm-mm-mm.” Predictably, Ben thrashes and screams against his restraints. “Mmm!”

“Mmm,” my angel of death mocks him. “You won’t be running your filthy mouth tonight.” A slap to his swelling forehead. “I won’t say much, either. Just the stuff you need to know.”

His nostrils flare, his damp hair sliding from left to right. “Mmm!”

“Did you hear me before?” Dahlia’s hair whips behind her when she whirls effortlessly. “When I called you a cheater?”

She glides with so much grace toward the table, turns off the first stove, and grabs the handles of one of the bowls. My little savage transforms into the ballerina of this slaughterhouse. It’s such a fucking turn-on that I can’t help but thrust my cock into the wall.

“Well, I did call you that. And I don’t like cheaters.” No sound comes from her sneakers as she pads across the tarp. “Except, ugh.” Her pout punctuates her fake sadness. “I can’t blame you, can I? You have a hungry cock. Must be starving, the way you’ve been acting.”

This doesn’t soothe Ben. Moreover, when his eyes flicker lower. When he realizes he’s naked from the waist down. His leg muscles bulge in his attempts to free himself. He’s screaming into the duct tape.

“Don’t worry, Ben. I’ll feed it.” Dahlia moves to stand to his side, holding the bowl close to her chest. “I’ll feed your dick. It’ll never go hungry again.”

Boiling, sticky amber liquid cascades down the bowl and hits its target. Ben’s penis. The liquid covers his dick, his balls, his inner thighs. Though I’m farther than I would’ve liked, I’m able to catch the moment the liquid begins to turn into solid and mold into the shape of Ben’s genitals.

He screams, his body convulsing.

Though I don’t care for that. It’s Dahlia’s red smile that has precum wetting the tip of my cock.

“Caramel for appetizers.” She pats Ben’s shoulder, blatantly ignoring the fact that his eyes are bulging out of their sockets.That his nostrils flare with each muted scream. “Guess what goesreallywell with caramel?”

The center of the duct tape on Ben’s mouth is being pushed forward. His Adam’s apple works. The sounds he’s making—he’s gagging.

Fuck, she’s good. As I rub my length along the hard wall of the building, I’m thankful I didn’t barge in and end this. This shit is priceless.

For the longest time, I’ve hated this for her.

I don’t hate it anymore. This right here feels like everything bad that’s ever happened to us has happened for a reason. It was meant to bring us to this place in time. To force us into being this version of us.

We aren’t doomed.

We were made to be killers. And neither one of us is dying anytime soon.

Sure, I would’ve preferred to have our families around us. But these are the cards we were dealt with.

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