Page 85 of Sinners' Appetite
“Just listen, Nikki,” I whisper. “She was Dean’s sister. A year into our engagement, a drunk driver veered into her lane when she was on her way home from work and—she was killed on impact. The driver walked away with a few scrapes and bruises.”
I look up to see a single tear roll down her cheek. “I’m so sorry, Malachi. That’s heartbreaking.”
“I found out who it was and I followed them around for a few days. He had a wife, and two kids.”
“What did you do?”
“One night, he went straight to the bar after work, so I sat in the parking lot, waiting for him to stagger back outside. When I knew the coast was clear, I whacked him in the back of the head with a metal bat and dragged him into the back seat of my car.”
“Then what?” she asks, more tears slowly running down her face.
“I brought him back to my house and chained him to a metal support beam. I tortured him, Nikki. For over a week. I didn’t mean to take it that far, I swear.”
Tears start forming in the corner of my eyes, so I take a deep breath and continue. “The last round of torture finally killed him. That’s when I called Dean. He was the only person I could think of that would help me dispose of his body. Dean drove all the way to Ohio and helped me get rid of everything.”
“Jesus, Malachi,” she breathes out.
“I’m not a monster, Nikki. I tried to stop myself, but I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her mangled body lying on that damn table.”
“You’re not a monster. You did the right thing, baby. He didn’t deserve to live.”
“I decided it would be best if I went to stay with Dean for a while, you know—to clear my thoughts and get back on track. It seemed to help, for the most part.”
“Then what happened?”
“The thoughts consumed me. I drank heavily for a week straight, until Dean stopped me. He took every drop of alcohol I had left and poured it down the drain in front of me. It made me fucking furious. I hated him for it.”
She reaches over and starts to run her thumb along the back of my hand. I take another deep breath, exhaling slowly before continuing to explain. “I lost it, Nikki. I hate to think about what I would have done to him if he hadn’t…”
“Go on, baby. It’s okay,” she says, her tone easing my discomposure.
“Kissed me…” I whisper.
“Okay—now I have to hear the rest of this.” She smiles through the tears.
I really wasn’t expecting her to take it this well.
I’msofuckingproudof him right now.
I just wish he hadn’t felt like he couldn’t tell me.
“You really want to hear the rest of it?” he asks through his tear filled eyes.
“Yes—I do.”
“Why doesn’t any of this bother you?”
“Because—you’re fucking human, Malachi. Why would I hold that against you?”
I position myself so that I can rest my head on his lap and he reaches down, running his fingers through my hair as he resumes the story.
“He leaned down and started to kiss along my chest, working his way down past my stomach until he got down to the hem of my pants. I didn’t even try to stop him. I wanted it,” he says. “I then reached down and grabbed the back of his hair as he ripped my shorts down past my knees. Everything happened so damn fast and it just—felt so right.”
Even though I know it was all because of a tragic event—my clit starts to throb as I picture everything he’s describing.
“One thing lead to another and I had him bent over the island, sinking my cock into his ass slowly at first, until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I fucked him so hard that it brought tears to both of our eyes. It was so passionate. So…real. I never felt so alive, until—you.”
I lift my head and sit up, wrapping my arms around him. When I pull back, he grabs the back of my head and presses his lips to mine, gripping my hair tighter as his tongue explores my mouth.
