Page 134 of Love Me in the Dark
It must dawn on her what we mean. Her eyes go wide and she begins to struggle against me.
“Calm down, Hilary, we’re not going to hurt you.” I grip her tighter as Hals changes places with Jensen covering her lips with his, kissing her. “See, we just want to have fun. Nothing more.”
My hand slides further underneath her shirt until I reach the swell of her breast. My cock stiffens as the pad of my thumb strokes over her pebbled peak.
Her back arches up as she moans, Hals swallowing them all.
“Can he taste you?” I lean over, whispering in her ear.
Her eyes go wide and she pulls away from Hals. “I can’t do this. I?—”
I knew it; she’s a virgin. She wants us, just doesn’t want to admit that she does.
“It’s okay. We get it, you’re a virgin. Let us give you some pleasure. We promise no penetration. Then I’ll take you home.”
She hasn’t moved from where her body rests on mine as she lifts her finger to her mouth, biting her nail. I don’t want her to bolt, so I offer a compromise.
“Let Hals lick your pussy, only him. Jensen and I will just watch.”
“Okay.” Her lips tremble and her body shakes slightly, her skin flushed.
Hals wastes no time once she gives her approval. He lifts her legs, taking off her shoes before gripping her leggings at the waist.
“Lift your hips, Hilary.” His husky voice fills the air as she complies, and he pulls them down, along with her panties.
It’s then we’re given the first glimpse of her bald pussy.
Hals doesn’t waste a moment using his hand to spread her lips, exposing her clit before leaning down, latching onto it. Hermoans fill the room as Hals laps at her pussy, staying true to his word with no penetration. Not by his fingers or his tongue.
My eyes stay focused on her face, the cute way she scrunches her nose as she comes so close to her release. Her thighs close, clamping down on Hals as she screams, her juices covering his lips.
“Fuck, she tastes delicious,” Hals praises. The lucky fucker.
That’s okay. We’ll all get a chance to taste her before she dies.
10
Jensen
Wednesday the 11th
I head to my room. Time to make sure I have my mask and weapon ready to go.
We each have our own mask. Our parents force us to keep the specific traditions alive, but we like to put a little spin on things.
Jonas likes to use his version of a Jason mask, and a bat reminiscent of Negan fromThe Walking Dead. Hals has always had a hard-on forThe Purge, so he wears the white bloody mask with the upside-down cross on the forehead and a machete at this side.
I prefer the classicScreammask and a cleaver.
We have always worn the same mask and used the same weapon. The only change other than the soul we exterminate is the way we torture and kill. This year we have it planned for the woods. No one will be the wiser, thanks to Sigma D hosting a party. How nice of them. Not that they have a choice once we tell them they’ll be throwing it.
Disposal will be easy, perfection at its finest. In case law enforcement somehow catches wind, they’ll never find anything leading back to us. We don’t make mistakes. Not now, not ever.
“Whatcha doing?” Hals steps into the room, apple in hand, taking a bite. The crunching sound is almost as annoying as the fact he’s chewing with his mouth open. There goes my peace and quiet—ruined.
“Do you ever stop eating?” I slide everything back into my box, placing it in the safe hidden within my closet.
“I’m a growing man and I’m going to need all my energy for this weekend. I want my guy to run. It’s the best part.” He laughs as he sits at my desk, shaking my mouse, bringing my computer to life.
