Page 112 of Science Project

“I kinda liked you that wa?—”

Before Officer Clawson could finish his sentence, Akio snuck over from behind him and wrapped a rope around his neck. Clawson tried to get ahold of the rope, but Akio tightened it so quickly that he wasn’t able to grip it before it started chafing into his neck.

“Do what you want with him,” Akio said, staring up at me. “Anything you want.”

My lips curled into a smirk as the officer continued to fight for his life on the mattress, but Akio easily restrained him. I hurled my fist into his nose as hard as I could and relished in the crack that echoed through the room. I kneed him in the balls, slammed his baton into his head repeatedly, and clawed his eyes out with my freshly manicured fingers. I did it again and again, over and over, until my arms fell by my sides, and I stepped back.

The man had stopped moving minutes ago, but I hadn’t been able to stop myself.

Akio had given me the opportunity to do whatever I wanted, and I had taken it.

I was tired of feeling weak around men who had abused me for years. I was sick of not putting up a fight, of letting them use me for their pleasure, of being raped, of people I loved dying because some men got off on hurting women.

Fuck that.

No more weak Nicole. No more pushover Nicole.

Rage-filled Nicole was here to stay. Revenge-seeking Nicole wanted payback.

I didn’t care what it took. I would ruin their lives one by one, just like they had ruined mine, just like they had taken Hannah’s away from her. Everyone who had hurt me in the past would be done for. And if I couldn’t do it, Akio would.

Finally, Akio released Officer Clawson and stood. After grabbing Clawson’s gun from the side table, Akio aimed it at the officer’s head and wasted no time shooting three rounds into his skull. Blood splattered everywhere, but Officer Clawson was nothing but a corpse now.

He couldn’t hurt any more children. Nor could he hurt me.

CHAPTER

SIXTY-NINE

NICOLE

Once the blood began pooling out of Clawson’s head and soaked the mattress that his corpse lay upon, my lips curled into a smirk, and a wave of pleasure rushed through me.

All these years, the police had stolen my power from me.

And I would take it back. One fucker at a time.

Akio dropped the gun on the bed next to us and wiped off some blood that had splattered onto his lip. I gazed over at him, heart pounding inside my chest as a wave of feral lust rushed through me from what he had done and continued to do for me.

“God, you’re so sexy when you’re angry,” Akio said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging back on it. He moved closer to me, his lips brushing against mine. “And you’re mine.” He trailed his lips up my jaw. “All mine.”

Warmth fluttered through my chest and raced down to my pussy. I pressed my legs together and stared at him through siren eyes, aching for him. Now that I didn’t have to hide in my guilt, now that he knew, now that he had helped me get revenge, I felt more powerful than ever.

I snapped my hand around his throat, squeezed gently, and stepped closer to him so I could feel his hard dick against my stomach. He pressed his mouth to the soft spot on my neck and sucked on it, not yet releasing my hair.

“Mine,” he growled, his lips all over my throat. “All mine.”

After collapsing onto the pillows, I arched my back and closed my eyes, moaning softly to myself. Clawson’s corpse lay on the blood-soaked bed beside me, his eyes and mouth wide open, just like it had been when we killed him.

Akio climbed between my legs and ground himself against my pussy, teasing and taunting me with his huge cock. I spread my legs wider and reopened my eyes, lips curled into a small smirk.

“Fuck me, Akio,” I whispered and hooked my arms underneath my knees to pull my legs further apart and give him the view of his life. I stared up into his dark brown eyes and furrowed my brow to feign innocence. “Please, I need it.”

Akio unzipped his jeans, took his dick in his hand, and laid it against my clit. I whined and tried to position myself so it pressed against my entrance. After letting a wad of spit drip from his lips onto my clit, he used the head of his dick to rub it in.

I whimpered.

Desperate for it.

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