With one last gentle nibble to her nape, I pulled out but spread her ass cheeks, and ordered, “Push my cum out.”

She glanced over her shoulder at me, gave her deliciously dark smile, and then provided me with what I wanted. After we were done cleaning up any evidence of a murder down here, I’d take her home, get her in a bathtub with me, and wash my Isla girl until she was pliant and soft against me.

Then we’d go to bed, where I’d hold her, and we’d both have the best fucking sleep of our lives.

After watching the last drop of my cum slip out of her ass, I let myself fall to the ground, and I immediately pulled her on top of me, holding her and staring at the beams that ran above our head.

There had been no better feeling than feeding my dark beast by killing a worthless piece of shit.

There hadn’t been… until Isla.

Now, I knew for a fact—nothing would ever feel better than my dark beast and I fucking our perfect mate in the blood of our victims.

The End.