Page 22 of Deranged and Obsessed Omnibus: Vol 1

And for the last three months, we’d been hunting for one particular reason.

To find her ex-boyfriend who’d hurt her. And we’d found him. We stalked him. And we had him ready to meet whatever god he believed in.

Chris Vincent’s basement was silent except for his ragged breathing. He was chained to the support beam and struggled to stay conscious. The air was thick with the coppery scent of his blood, and the faint drip of it echoed in the enclosed space.

It was music to my fucking ears.

I stared at Isla and my cold, black fucking heart beat harder at how gorgeous she was, with the blood of her enemy covering her. She stood in front of Chris, her little pocketknife in hand, blood dripping off the tip and staining the concrete floor.

“This is fucking insane,” Chris sputtered, his lips swollen and bloody from her cutting them. “You’re fucking insane, Isla.”

I was in front of him a second later and wrapped my hand around his throat. I lifted him off the ground, his toes barely touching the ground, and he struggled to breathe. “Isn’t insanity gorgeous?” I looked over at Isla, her ice-blue eyes locked on me. Her short black hair hung to her shoulders, and although her hair was dark, I knew it was covered in blood.

When he was about to pass out, I let go and stepped back, feeling my already thick cock jerk as I nearly took his life.

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re like this,” she breathed.

I was in front of her a second later and curled my hand aroundherthroat now, squeezing lightly. It wasn’t enough to cut off her airway, but I added enough pressure so she knew the type of man I was.

I kissed Isla until she was clawing at my clothes, wanting them off so we could fuck. But we had shit to do first. Afterward, I’d fuck the living hell out of her in the blood of her ex-boyfriend, next to his corpse.

When I broke the kiss, we both looked over at Chris. He watched us like we were the fucked-up ones instead of him, who was a woman beater. His nude body was a canvas of bruises, gashes, and the beautiful violence my girl had inside her. All of those wounds were her doing, and it had been like watching her create art.

He hung his head forward, his matted hair sticking to the sweat and blood that coated his face.

“As much as I want you to torture him all night, I need you to finish this, baby, because I have to get inside of you.” I saw her cheeks turn pink and would bet my fucking left nut she was primed and wet for me right now.

Instead of tackling her to the ground and fucking her, I moved into the shadows, watching Isla to see what she’d do next. After only a second of us staring at each other, she faced Chris.Her movements were deliberate, her hands steady as she held the knife in her blood-streaked hand.

She stepped closer to him, her voice a soft, dangerous whisper as she said, “Do you remember all the shit you did to me, all the things you put me through?”

I knew she wasn’t looking for an actual answer. My girl was in her element, and I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and started jerking off as I watched her gear up to kill this motherfucker.

Isla tilted her head, her expression one of cruel amusement. “Do you remember how you used to strip away my self-worth with your words and hands until I was nothing?”

Chris’s gaze was unfocused, but because he was about to die and he knew it, the douchebag’s eyes were filled with a pathetic glimmer of hope for mercy.

My beautiful psychopath wouldn’t give him any.

I saw the way Isla’s expression changed as she fully immersed herself in the situation. She was letting herself be claimed by the same fucked-up darkness I had inside of me… the same kind that made us the perfect match.

And then my pretty little lunatic laughed. It was a sound so chilling and beautiful that I felt my heart pound harder and my cock jerk. I stroked myself even more and felt my cock leak with pre-cum.

I gathered all the cum dripping out of my slit and called Isla over. She obeyed instantly, and with one hand still stroking myself, I used my other hand to smear cum all over her lips.

“Be a good girl and suck my fingers clean.” While staring at me with those gorgeous icy-blue eyes, she licked and sucked at my fingers until she got all that salty seed off. Then she was standing in front of Chris again.

“I’m glad I finally found you after all these years,” Isla said, and ran the tip of the blade down his sternum. Her voice drippedwith dark satisfaction. “It was like you just disappeared, Chris. Like you knew what a piece of shit you are and didn’t want to be found.” She ran the blade tip parallel with his navel, adding more pressure now, so his skin opened up and part, blood spilling out. “Now I get to show you the same ‘love’ you showed me all those times before. But I’m the one in control now.”

Chris bared his bloody teeth and whimpered, and I could see the terror in his eyes turn to panic. That made my cock throb like a motherfucker. Isla lifted the blade and pressed it against his throat.

She was in total control. Her hand was steady, her focus clear, her face blood-splattered, and the pulse at her throat beating steadily. And then Isla leaned in to whisper something to Chris that I couldn’t hear. But I didn’t need to know what she said. Her words were only for him—a final statement of retribution and vengeance.

And whatever she said made him break.

With a last, desperate plea that fell on deaf ears, Chris sobbed as Isla drove the knife right through that soft indent at his throat. He gurgled and choked on his blood, and the red fluid slid out and streaked down his chest, mixing with bruises and cuts that already littered his body.

She ripped the knife out, and the crimson sprayed out in a gush and covered the lower half of her face. Then she stabbed the knife right in the center of his navel. His life was fading as he babbled and struggled to hold on to that last vestibule of survival.

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