Page 27 of Reaper's Hunt

This really is good thrusting music.

Malik

Selene’ssofuckingprettylike this, my pretty little sparrow, a vision of blood and chaos bent over a dying man in this shithole motel room. Her soft ass jiggles every time I sink my cock into her, the heat of her pussy gripping me and sucking me deeper. Philip Smission’s sprawled beneath her, his chest a hacked-open ruin, his groans fading into wet gurgles, muffled by duct tape which just heightens my need to claim this woman. My eyes flick up over her shoulder, catching the glint of her hammer as she smashes through bone, blood painting her hands, her face, and her clothing, a bloody mess that’s more beautiful than any crimson lipstick she wears.

Her pussy’s strangling my cock so tight it’s almost painful. She’s close, her breath hitching as she tries to swallow her cries, her body trembling beneath my grip. Licking the bite I left on her shoulder, I taste her sweat and blood, my teeth aching to mark her again.

I fumble around for the knife and then reach around her to drag it down her chest, knowing that it’s mixing with the man below. I wish I could see her as I did this, her eyes meeting mine as I made her bleed so prettily. Not that it matters. Fucking her is everything, the playlist in the background a perfect montage to this moment.

She’s my sparrow, my goddess, carving a heart while I fuck her and get lost in her. It’s like motherfucking Christmas.

Selene mumbles something like ‘I got it’ and I realize that means she’s got the heart, the one thing keeping me from giving her the orgasm she so desperately needs. I glance over her shoulder to see her fingers wrapped around Smission’s heart, tearing it free with a wet rip. Philip immediately goes limp and I grin at the fact that I can now fill my sparrow the way I truly want.

I pull her off to the side, away from Philip and press a hand to the middle of her back before pulling her ass up high in the air. And then I start pounding into her, my cock sinking deep, the heat of her pussy gripping me like a vice.

Her moans disappear into the pillow as I glance over the bloody flower she’s left there. She clenches around me as she falls apart and I explode inside her, a feral groan ripping from my throat. I wrap my hand in her hair again, yanking hard, loving the way she squeezes my cock when she does, milking me of every last drop of my release. “I knew it was gonna be everything I dreamed of, Sparrow. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

It’s then that I realize I need to preserve this, keep this image with me. I lean back and pull out my phone, making sure that it’s at an angle to catch her pretty ass and the man beside it.

“What the fuck?” She cries out, trying to sit up and failing. Her hands are holding that heart, giving her no leverage to push me off but it’s okay. Tonight, I’m done. I pull out of her, staring at my picture as I climb off the bed and head for the window. When I hear her rustling around, I twist just enough that she only catches the silver mask covering my face. “Sparrow, if you come after me, you’ll make a mess. Be careful.”

Blood’s soaked into my dark clothing and I’m making bloody footprints but this isn’t my mess to clean. I never clean up. It’s always Ronan and Dante. My pretty sparrow will figure it out but if she comes after me now, it won’t be as much fun. She’s also going to get caught. As much as I want to stay and play again, I can’t.

She lets out a frustrated huff, no doubt working hard to clean up and get to me but I use those moments to leave through the window in the room, the same way I came in.

Dante

Anhourago,Iwas brooding in my regular spot at Sinner’s Notch, trying to figure out why Selene had been dodging my questions all day. Her voice had been all sugar on the phone, swearing she’s fine, but I know better. The worst part is that Malik was out all night only to tell me that she looked very pretty dancing around in her living room. And now he’s gone AWOL again tonight.

I mean, I guess she’s at least safe with him watching her. But I can’t trust thathewon’t do something to terrify her.

And it’s why I’m now sitting in my car a street over from a seedy little motel after following Malik’s location from his phone. I had set up an alarm on our front door to be alerted whenever Malik left which would give me enough time to follow his ass.

Unfortunately, I haven’t seen him. Either he’s already inside or he’s out in one of the shadows watching into her window. He’s the least likely to pull a one-night stand, not because he can’t but because he doesn’t play well with strangers. I’m his only real lover, the one who gets his unhinged shit, so him being here makes no fucking sense.

My thumb hovers over his number, ready to call his crazy ass, when I spot him waltzing down the sidewalk, his hood up, his grin all teeth and terrifying beneath the streetlight. An amateur wouldn’t notice, but I can see that his clothes are soaked in blood. He doesn’t usually do public kills, not unless something is bothering him which just sets my alarm bells off. I’m out of the car in seconds, striding toward him. “What the fuck is going on? What did you do?”

That’s when I see that godawful dollar store masquerade mask on his face, Malik slowly pulling it off to reveal his crazed expression. I have to reach down and adjust myself at the thought of Malik fucking me while he wears that or chasing me down until he pins me against the wall and goes to town on my ass. Things to remember for later, I guess.

Malik’s grin widens as he stuffs the mask into the pocket of his hoodie, his eyes glinting with that feral spark that’s never a good sign. “Sparrow, let me inside,” he purrs, obviously still coming down from the high of whatever happened in that room.

As seedy as this place is, someone will eventually notice Malik so I drag him back to the truck and stuff him in the front seat. I don’t say anything until I’m behind the wheel again and peeling out of the lot. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Malik doesn’t answer and I don’t push him until we’re miles away and I’m able to pull off onto the side of the road. “Tell me what the fuck is going on.”

Malik lets out a little sigh as he pulls down his hood, his fingers stained with blood as well. I’m thinking the worst possible scenario until he turns to me and offers me a smile that doesn’t belong on a devil like him. “She had another target. I couldn’t stay back anymore. I had to see how she makes her art. And then I had to touch. Told her I wanted to see her art while I fucked her. But I couldn’t let her see me so I found a mask. The same color as her hair. It’s pretty.She’s pretty.”

That dreamy expression on his face makes more sense now but fucking Selene while she’s killing someone… “Seriously?” I growl out, a mixture of jealousy and anger spreading through my chest. I want to fuck her like that, in the blood of her victims but I also know that Malik sometimes forgets to fuckingaskbefore he takes. “Babe, please tell me you…”

He cuts me off, his eyes lighting up. “She screamed but I asked. She liked it. I made sure. I asked!” His voice rises, his tone defensive, like he’s proud of himself for remembering. I can’t help the laugh that escapes, because this is Malik. Unhinged, devoted, and somehow still trying to play by the rules.

I can’t even be mad about that. We already know what happens when she doesn’t want something. Letting out a heavy sigh as relief replaces the slight terror, I reach across the console and pull his forehead against mine, squeezing the back of his neck in steady pulses. “It’s okay, babe. She was okay, though? She’s safe?”

Malik nods, reaching for more, his fingers curling into my shirt. “Yeah, she bleeds so prettily.” His words are so soft, almost not even there that I have to remember that this is my crazy demon who’s talking and not the medical student who sometimes volunteers at the clinic.

The fact that Selene let him cut her means that she’s no longer just an obsession. She’ll be his new toy to play with, to break, to mend, and to mold.

And here I am, holding Malik against me, cock straining in my jeans at the thought of watching them together the next time this happens. Because itwillhappen again. It’s just a matter of when. I finally pull back, searching those deep blue eyes as they continue to sparkle from his time with her. “What you’d do, Malik? I want to know what happened in that room.”

“She was carving him, taunting him and I just had to be inside of her. I only went to give her back her hammer but then I fucked her, Dante. Fucked her while she killed. She came, squeezing me so tight. She bled for me. You’re the only other one that’s done that for me.” His hand brushes his thigh, where her knife stabbed him, the man practically glowing, like the wound is a badge of honor. “While she stole his soul, I filled her and tasted her to make him understand who she belongs to.”

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