Page 12 of The Black Lotus
He finally starts walking towards our shared killing rooms, and once he’s out of view, my shoulders and hands relax, my knuckles returning from white to their normal color.
“Aster?” Serena whispers, placing her still cold hand gently on my cheek and making me flinch.
I look down and see her brow dipped in concern. Placing my hand over hers, I close my eyes, feeling my heart slow at the contact. “It’s okay, little vixen; he walked to the sheds.” He may think he’s a cat hunting the mice, but he’ll soon find out we’re the foxes hunting him.
Her eyes close as she tilts her head towards the sky, her body stilling against mine.
“We should start moving.”Leave it to my vixen to bring me back into the moment.
Instead of responding, I start stalking towards the sheds, careful to be quiet and stay out of sight.
“Aster?” she whispers.
I hum in response, not bothering to look at her, too determined to get us to our destination.
She tugs on my hand, stopping me in my tracks. “I wanted to play with him before we ended him, maybe get some information.” She drops her head, disappointment evident in the way her body slouches a little. “How are we supposed to get the jump on him when he has a gun bigger than your dick?”
I nearly trip over the root sticking up from the ground, missing it just in time. “Fuck, Serena, warn a guy before you compare his dick to anything.”
She shrugs, unaffected. “What? I was expecting a gun the size of your hand, not one almost half your height. That thing looks like he’s compensating for something.”
“I get that, but-”
“But why compare it to your cock?” I nod and she steps into me, her finger trailing ice up my chest. “Because, even in a situation like this, all I can think about is your dick pounding into me, preferably bathed in that poor sap's blood.”
Fuck. Me.
My hand grips her ass, my cock pressed firmly against her. “After we get this over with, I’m going to make you scream my name, begging me to stop so loud your voice never recovers. I won’t. Not until your tears have soaked the ground below you as I make you come over and over and over again.”
She shivers in my arms, her chest arching into mine. “You’llbe the one screaming.”
I lift a brow. “Oh? Is that a challenge?”
She steps out of my embrace. “One I intend to win. But we have someone to kill first, and as much as I love teasing you, Ineedto watch that asshole’s life leave his eyes while he begs to keep it.”
I groan, reaching into my coat pocket.Now is not the time.“I grabbed this before we left the house.” Her eyes widen as she admires the syringe I’m holding in front of her.
She grabs my hand, her finger brushing against the cover of the needle. “Is that what I think it is?”
I laugh, delighted at how well my vixen knows my M.O. “And what do you think this is?”
Her hands still wrapped around mine, a wicked gleam in her eyes she says, “The drug you use to capture your victims.”
My cock jumps. “That’s right, vixen”
She jumps up and down, joy radiating from every inch of her. Seeing her like this makes me grateful the first killer came for us at our home; now the fun she craves can begin.
“Can I do the honors?”
As much as I would love to see my vixen take down her first assassin, I haven’t taught her how to properly place the needle to get the fastest and most potent results. She looks up at me, making her eyes bigger and sticking her bottom lip out as her fingers once more wrap around the syringe.
“Please?”
Fuck, this girl.I reach down to adjust my growing erection, grateful I put on sweats.
No, I have to be strong; if I let her do this, something could go wrong, which could lead to her death.I can’t.
“I’m sorry, vixen, not this time.”
