Page 29 of Heart of a Killer

My cock hardens at the sight of her. Maybe she needs a little reminder of who I am and what I’m capable of.

Josh is in my ear. “Yeah, go remind her of how loud you can make her scream.”

Josh is back with me. Josh and his familiar voice in my head, my brother, my person when I had no one else. I didn’t realize how much I missed it and needed it. Through the memories I’ve uncovered, I know he incited a monster in me. On the flip side, I realize he has also been a comfort, almost like a protective blanket over my heart.

I feel the muscles in my face form a grin because that’s precisely what I’ll do: make her scream.

13

Skylar

Brie’s mouth is on me, but I can’t focus on what her tongue is doing to me anymore with the silhouette of a person staring at us from the bathroom doorway. I must have dropped my shank on the shower floor because I don’t see it anymore. At this point, I wish they would go away and stop freaking me out so I can get off on Brie’s mouth.

Concentrating on what she is doing to me, I close my eyes and try to forget someone is watching us. The pressure builds up inside me as she suctions her mouth around my clit and her fingers move inside of me. A few moans escape my lips before I hear the footsteps approaching, and my eyes spring open to see who has come to join us.

Alex. My heart races as I’m reminded of the night terror that brought me to this moment. Shaking my head of the memory, I remind myself this isn’t Alex.This isn’t Alex, I chant to myself over and over because that version of him is long gone. He’s not here to hurt me. A slight pang in my heart because what if I want him to remember me? What if I want the old Alex back? Some small part of me misses what we had, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

Leland strides in with his hands in his scrub pockets and his head down. A slight grin appears on his lips, which only makes my pussy ache more. The memory of him and his mouth on me. He stops right in front of our shower stall, and Brie is still eating and fingering me with masterful skill. Then he leans against the shower stall wall and looks up at me through his dark, mussed-up hair. That grin says it all. He is in the mood to play, and I’m unsure if I’m ready for the games he has in store.

He leans closer to Brie and, in his deep husky voice, commands, “Stop.”

And she fucking stops and looks up at me. They are both looking up at me, and heat, not from the water, warms my chest and face. The scar on my low belly is blazing.

Do they see it? Why am I suddenly self-conscious? I want to cover myself.

Then he says, “Now, Brie, take your two middle fingers, hook her from the inside and start slow.”

She does as she’s told, and the heat in me builds with Brie looking up at me, touching me, and Leland’s commanding voice telling her what to do to me. The low pressure in my groin is building again. The edging is starting to drive me wild. I’m coming apart at the seams, and he is only just beginning.

“Now, put your mouth on her clit and hum slowly, Brie.” His low, husky whisper fills the room, making me suck in a breath of air when Brie places her mouth back on me. The vibrations coming from her lips have me panting.

He looks at me with dead eyes and continues to direct Brie. “Suck.”

My moans fill the air along with steam from the shower. Even without the shower water, I know I’d be soaking the floor with my arousal from having both of them.

“Brie, nibble and give her a little bite with your teeth.”

His eyes are blazing into me, and a spike of pain from Brie’s nip has my moan turning into a little scream. “Ahh, that’s it, that’s such a good girl, Brie,” he praises while he pets her hair and looks at me. The build-up is coursing in heat waves. If only he would touch me too, then I’d be sent to oblivion.

“Touch me, Leland,” I whine at the end of a long exhale.

Brie is working her fingers and mouth as Leland instructed, and I’m so close to falling over the edge.

“Uh-uh, only good girls get touched by me, Skylar.” He says this as he runs his hand down Brie’s perky tits and pinches one of her nipples.

She moans into my clit, and it vibrates through me. I’m about to lose it. I’m gripping the shower walls as my legs start to shake. His hand continues lower, lower, lower until his fingers run through her curly blond hair and stop at Brie’s clit. He rubs circles and sliding up and down her slick slit. The blood is washed down to a pink drizzle. The sight of him and the moaning hymns from Brie’s moans send me right over the cliff, headfirst. The dam in me breaks, and I’m shaking and weak from my release.

He leans over to Brie’s ear and whispers, “Now, that’s a good girl. Go get dressed.”

She stands up, releasing my leg from her shoulders, and it takes all my strength not to collapse right there. Then Leland is pressing against me, and I feel his hardened length through his scrubs against my lower stomach. He leans over me, and I think he’s about to kiss me, but instead, he completely passes me to turn off the water. My abs tighten, and my breath hitches.

His mouth is against my ear as he whispers, “You haven’t been a good girl, now, have you, little butterfly?”

He swipes a thumb over the scar on my belly, leaving a trail of pins and needles in its wake. A low whimper escapes my lips when I catch the evil glint in his dead eyes.

My heart is pounding in my ears. He sees the expression on my face and smirks. Righting himself, he strolls away without a care in the world.

“Whoa, that was so fucking hot.”

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