Page 24 of Villainous
Her hands shake like leaves, and she glares down at the blade. “What do you want me to do with that?”
“Kill him. This is your punishment for escaping me.”
“No.” She tosses it to the blood-splattered concrete. “I’m not going to kill a person. You promised me you wouldn’t make me kill anyone!”
My nostrils flare, breathing in the coppery air. “That was when I was a horny teenage boy who was in love with someone who he thought he was going to marry,” I yell. “Things are different. You think you have any say-so in this? You don’t kill him, then I’m going to kill you. Either way, someone is going to die today, so you might as well choose yourself over some lowlife who fucks kids.”
Tears wet her eyes, and she looks back at the guy. “Regardless of what he did, he doesn’t deserve to die. Please, don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything, but not this.”
“You’re doing it. End of story, period. Since when did you grow a moral bone? Last time I checked, you used to watch me kill people and help dump a few bodies. You remember what you had me to do to Falcon when we were in high school?”
When she was still iffy about accepting our arranged marriage, Falcon, her cousin on her stepmother’s side, used to bully her and beat on her from time to time because she wouldn’t sleep with him. He attended North Haven University and played linebacker for their team. She came to me in tears, telling me to handle him, so I slit his throat and left him in the bathtub at his home.
“You weren’t too mad about it. In fact, I took your virginity the same day you found out about it. What were the exact words you told me?” I tap my finger on my chin, pretending to give it actual thought. “It turned you on that I would kill for you.”
Her cheeks flame, and she looks at everything but me.
“Sometimes, I think you’re scared.” I play with the ends of her thick, wavy hair.
She tilts her head to the side, the tears starting to dry on her face. She looks like a beautiful masterpiece. “Of what?”
“Turning out like me. Being a killer. It’s okay for you to encourage me to kill, but you never want to be the one who’s holding the weapon.”
Silence falls between us, and she sniffles as she stares out in space, as if she’s in deep thought. I know she’s like me in some ways, because I watched her beat Zeta in the face with her fist after Zeta called her a whore and tried to drown her. She harbors the exact same rage I do. My rage is as calm as the ocean, and hers pours out of her like volcanic lava.
“That was different. You wanted me to see what kind of person I was and wanted to make sure you were marrying someone who wasn’t weak, and plus, most of them were your job. It’s different watching someone else do it than you doing it yourself. Once you take someone’s life, you can’t ever come back from it.”
“Well. Yeah. Whatever. But you could have walked away from me. I was going to still marry you regardless—I didn’t care if you couldn’t handle it. And besides, you’re just as guilty as I am, which makes you an accomplice. And if I didn’t know any better, I would say you’re speaking from experience.” I straighten my shoulders and tilt my head to the ceiling, then revert my eyes back to her. “Go on and make it quick. We don’t have all night, little dove.”
Slowly, she drags her feet against the concrete as she bends over and picks up the knife. I check out her plump ass, and my dick grows in my pants, so I adjust myself. She walks toward the bed and stares down at Benny, and she shivers as if she’s cold. She breathes in sharply, and her legs bend slightly as she uses one hand to cover his mouth.
“Slice his throat nice and deep. I want to see his vocal cords,” I say, smirking.
She turns to look at me again, and her eyes plead with me not to make her do it. Strolling up behind her, I slap her ass, giving her encouragement.
“Come on, baby,” I whisper. I plant a kiss on the side of her temple, and my teeth graze the tip of her ear. “Make me proud.”
Her hand shakes like the wind as she digs the knife into his throat. His flesh cuts like leather, and the slippery blood leaks fast, spilling down his throat. The blood somewhat dries out, turning a darker shade. She gets specks of blood on her hand, and she flinches, taking a step back.
“This blood is hot. Too hot.” She panics as she shakes her hand.
Benny pulls against the restraints, trying to get up as he chokes on his own blood. I examine her work. It’s sloppy like an amateur. If I was planning on keeping her alive, I would help her work on her cutting skills.
My little dove coughs and places her hand over her mouth, gagging.
I grab the knife out of her hand and tug on the end of Benny’s shirt, then wipe the knife.
“Not bad for an amateur, but when you slice someone’s neck, you make it quick so you don’t have to worry about it splashing on you.” I remove a strand of hair from her beautiful face. “This will be the last time you disobey me. If you do, I’ll make you kill someone again. Do I make myself clear?”
She doesn’t look at me and keeps her head tilted to the ground, so I grab her by the chin, forcing her to stare into my eyes.
“Answer me, Maya.”
Tears continue to trickle down her face like a waterfall. “Yes.”
I lean down and kiss her cheeks, licking every salty tear, and my mouth crushes against plump lips. Seeing her kill someone makes me want her more now, and I need to fuck her before I blow a load in my pants. I never could contain myself around her—she makes me feel like a ticking bomb that’s waiting to explode, and my dick is always on the verge of coming when she’s around.
I glide my tongue into her mouth, and she moans against me. I pull her shirt over her head, and her nipples peek through the thin fabric of her lace bra. Then I yank down her leggings—at least she’s not wearing any panties.
