Page 621 of Rage

“Don’t think I’ve ever sat on leather seats in a car before.”

The soft thud of her door sounds as she enters, closing it behind her.

She shrugs, looking around the interior of the car. “It’s nothing special. Let’s go. I want to get ready for tonight.”

I feel her excitement radiating through her smile and my cock tents in my jeans.

“You have to stop doing that,” I warn, pushing the start button.

“Doing what?”

“Talking dirty to me.”

She giggles, playfully slapping my arm and I pin her to the back of the chair with my hand around her throat.

“I’m serious, or I won’t be able to control myself.”

Her mouth falls open, her eyes dropping to my lips as she grabs my hand and guides it into her panties. “Self-control is overrated.”

Slipping a finger into her, I groan, my cock now painfully hard.

“You’re teasing me.”

“No…” Removing my hand, she places it in my mouth and the taste of her buzzes on my tongue, heightening everything around me. “I’m warming you up for the finale.”

I’m fully aware that there is only two of us. I’m insane, not stupid. I know they’re greater in numbers and I know this mostlikely won’t end well for us. The gravity of the situation might be enough to throw some people, but I haven’t sensed an ounce of hesitation or heard a sound of regret in her voice.

“Slasher, let’s agree on one thing before we head in, okay?” I level with her because for the first time in my life I’m afraid of something.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared.” She scoffs, shuffling her feet and grabbing the handles of the plastic bags.

“I am.”

She whips her gaze to me, surprised.

“I’m fucking terrified of losing you.”

Her expression goes from shock to awe. “Nothing’s going to happen to me,” she reassures me and I admire her for it. “They should be worried about what’s going to happen to them.”

Grabbing the chainsaw onto her lap, she strokes it like a pet. “Spikeand I are charged and ready. Let me know if you need a breather.”

I remain bewildered by her as she gives me a peck on my lips and slips out the passenger door, waiting for me.

“Fuck, I think I’m in love,” I murmur to myself before reaching for the axe in the backseat.

Guns are too mainstream. Too easy. One pull of the trigger and they’re dead.

Where’s the fun in that?

Where’s the savouring of the moment?

The sweet pause right before they realise they’re about to die is one of my favourite seconds. As they draw their last breath, knowing my face is the last one they’ll see, it makes me want to take a photo of them to create an album.

“If they touch me, I don’t want you to intervene.” She gives the chainsaw a test run, the blades whirring beside her.

“No fucking way, you can’t ask that of me.”

“Elias. I need to do this myself.” She walks in before I can agree, which is probably a good thing because there is no fucking way I will let them touch her. She’s mine and always will be.

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