Page 52 of Deadly Obsession
He was cauterizing the wound to prevent himself from bleeding out. Bastard.
Realizing too late the opportunity he’d given me, I attempted to stand, only to be shoved back down when his boot hit my shoulder.I hadn’t even noticed him close the distance.I landed on my side, catching myself on my forearms. I bit back tears when my arm slammed onto the stone. My only saving grace was the fact my body had shielded this part of the floor from becoming covered in glass.
Before I could sit up, I was tugged backwards. Micheal fighting to get my sweatpants down while yanking on the waistband at my hips.
“Stop fucking fighting it, you whore. Just like the good ol’ days,” he cursed, standing and using one hand to struggle with his belt and trousers till they’d fallen down to his ankles.
My eyes locked on to his as his words hit me. I raised myself up on my elbows to glare at him, ignoring the fact my pants were half down my ass. “Fuck you, you small-dicked arsehole.”
I maintained eye contact as we each reached for two very different things. As he began petting his flaccid cock, my hand fished around the floor till it found what I’d hoped it would.
Micheal dropped onto his knees, one leg pressed against each side of me while his forearm dug against my throat. “You’re going to regret saying that when I shove my massive cock into your dead ass—rigor mortis tightens everything up.” He smiled down at me, his saliva forming a long disgusting drop that hit my cheek, at the exact same time I watched his eyes change from delighted to horrified.
I pulled my hand back, producing the concealed chunk of glass I was still clutching, and quickly grabbed his fist, which was still gripping his hardening dick. Preventing him from releasing it as I pulled him towards me. I smiled up at him, despite the lack of oxygen in my brain, and brought the broken shard down between our hands and his groin. The moment I felt his warm skin begin to give way beneath the glass, he screamed louder and higher than I thought any male could. Pushing himself up from my neck as he flailed at me with his free arm.
The glass wasn’t as sharp as the knife I’d stabbed him with earlier and it definitely required more of a sawing motion, but it did the trick. I could feel the resistance slowly diminish as glass cut through muscle, his urethra, and then came out the other side. It wasn’t until that moment that I released my grip on his wrist.
His face was whiter than a sheet as he fell backwards, his hands going down to where blood was spurting out of him, just above where his testicles hung. I sat up, dropped the chunk of glass, and plucked the small bloody penis off the floor before getting to my knees. As I watched him rock side to side, I felt every horrible nightmare he’d created pour over me at once and quickly grabbed for the knife with my free hand. Positioning myself on top of him.
Something I hadn’t willingly done since we’d met.
His face was a mix of rage, pain, and I had to guess fear as he glared up at me.Like Anakin looking up at Obi-Wan Kenobi at the end ofRevenge of the Sith. All that was missing was?—
“You fucking whore, fuck you!” he screamed at me.
Close enough.
“Fuck yourself, Mike!” I said, slapping the palm of my hand over his face as I forced his own bloody, flaccid cock into his mouth. “Be a good boy and swallow.”
My other hand glided the blade across his throat, then sheathed it back in his gut. He gagged and convulsed beneath me for a bit, but the more blood that flowed from his neck and groin, the less he moved. Till he stopped altogether.
“Sera.”
THIRTY-FOUR
JAMES
The thick, metallic scent of blood was strong in the room, Mike’s body still lying on the kitchen floor in a pool of crimson. He’d stopped convulsing some time before I’d stepped forward, making myself known to Sera.
I’d watched her fight back with everything she had. Watched her cut the bastard’s dick off and shove it into his mouth.
I paused just a few feet away, not wanting to scare her. “Sera,” I said as I dropped my mask and tossed my axe into the growing pool of blood at my feet.
She looked up at me like a kid seeing fireworks on the Fourth of July for the first time. And before I knew it, her arms were wrapped around my torso, squeezing me tighter than I’d ever been hugged before. My eyes broke from the pool of blood and shattered glass to look down at Sera. She trembled against me, but she wasn’t crying. She was likely still on an adrenaline high from fighting him off.
The bastard must have thought I was dead and came to make his final move. My little harpy’s claws were sharp, though. She’d fought back and won. I couldn’t be more proud of her. Or more turned on. My erection began fighting mypants as it pressed up against her stomach, and I knew she felt it too.
“It’s over, Sera. You did so good.”
She peered up at me, her dark hair falling back, and suddenly my eyes were drowning in brilliant pools of obsidian. Without a word, she rose on her toes for a kiss. Soft at first. The combination of our full lips a loving embrace. Then, like a sudden storm, she was biting and tugging at my mouth as her hands ripped her blood-soaked hoodie up over her head. It fell to the floor with a wet smack, revealing her blood-stained Sullen Art brassiere. I grabbed her wrist when she tried to remove it.
“No… let me…” I said as I took in my feral harpy.
Stepping away from her, I leaned over Mike’s body with a smile, patting him on the cheek once before yanking on the large kitchen knife my girl had plunged into his abdomen.
“You don’t mind, do you?” I chuckled as I moved back to Sera. I turned the knife in my hand and noticed the way her eyes lit up with excitement and curiosity.
There was something in her expression I’d never seen before, as if she’d truly been awakened. Unleashed. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Not taking my focus off her, I hooked a finger under her brassiere and pulled it out just enough to slip the blade between her skin and the strip of cloth. With a slow slice towards me, the bra fell apart, revealing her perfect, porcelain, perky breasts. Returning the gesture, she proceeded to lift my shirt over my head. She winced when she spotted the three large black bruises from the shots I’d taken earlier.
