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As her eyes widen with delight, she opens her mouth for the offered digit. Closing her lips around it, she moans softly, as if it’s a dark piece of chocolate. This is going to be worse than I expected.

I know that dream I had will never come to fruition. Neither I nor the cop on the floor will stop them until their internal devils are appeased.

Removing his finger and replacing it with his lips, the two kiss passionately. I watch on with fear and anticipation, but also with a sense of despair. One dark moment is all that it took to change the course of our lives.

Watching them tear at each other’s clothing like starved teenagers, I think to myself…

Meet my little psychopaths, Officer.

Chapter 32

Malachi

While the officer lies unconscious, I think of our predicament.

Theydidn’t, of course. Joy and Salem are worried about creating their personal perversion of a Picasso with Salem’s blood.

Tearing their clothing away and fucking on the floor of the hotel is where this is going. Does it get me hot? Yes. But we’re in a precarious position, and we have to deal with it correctly.

Tearing Salem’s shirt off and playing with the blood seeping down, Joy draws a heart on Sal’s chest. “Perfect!” Lying down on the floor, laughing, Joy giggles maniacally, like a dark lunatic.

Peeling off Joy’s track pants, Salem smirks. Gazing up at me, he bites his lower lip and smiles a true smile. He knows how those affect me and how rare I know they are. “He’ll be out awhile, Mal. Join us.”

“We shouldn’t.”

“And why not, Malachi?” Popping the button on Salem’s jeans, Joy slowly ticks down the zipper, taunting me.

I’m entranced as the blood trickles down his milky white skin, dripping softly on the dark carpet, immediately disappearing within the fibers. I find myself staring as his cock flicks free of its confines. Iwantthe freedom of rolling around on the floor just as much as they do. Fucking and acting as if we don’t have a care in the world, that’s usually how we are. Right now, though, we have a problem. There’s a body on the floor that called in for assistance, and we’re the prime suspects. We’ve never been suspected, we’ve left without a trace long before suspicioncould be directed our way.

This time is different.

The loud gunshot will draw further attention to our little room as well.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we should go.” I point to the cop. “He was calling for help.”

Faking a pout, looking over her shoulder as Salem mouths her perky, hardened nipples, she coos, “Come on, join us. Don’t ignore your needs, Mal.”

Lifting his head off her tit with a popping noise, looking up and starting down her body, Salem entreats me with a serious gaze. “Malachi, I’ll kill the cop after we’re done. Join us.”

Shoving his jeans down his waist, showing me that his backside is without boxers, he makes his way down her body to my favorite region. It’s been mine, but watching him in the daylight, enjoying her greedy sex is dangerously erotic.

“Yes!” Joy cries, gripping the wet carpet. Salem parts her trimmed pussy lips with his mouth and laps away.

Watching, I pant as he devours her. His body rocks back and forth at the hips, cresting back far enough I can see his hardened cock rubbing against the floor. Feeling my own blood rising in earnest, I smile at the prospect of his soft entrance. I want to. I want it, I do.

Thinking it through for a moment more, I cuss and relent. “Fuck me.”

Flicking the button on my pants, ticking the zipper low, my cock pops free. Stroking it gently at first, I look to the scene before me. We’re quite the sight. The policeman with his pornstar moustache, bad hair and soft look. Joy with her passionate needs, tousled hair and naked body. Salem tearing into her as if she’s the best meal at a buffet.

Joy pleads for punishment of the flesh, but that’s nothing compared to the needy Salem. His skin ripples as his ass muscles contract, begging—no, pleading for my touch.

The copispassed out. He’s cuffed and secured. His walkie is silent, and listening, I don’t hear sirens.

I guess a little bit of fun can’t hurt.

Stepping forward, stroking my own needy flesh, I move behind Sal. Gripping his hips, I knead and stroke his supple cheeks—

“Argh!” Moaning on the floor, the unwanted officer awakens.

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