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I push the knife slowly, relishing in the way it cuts through his muscles. Blood seeps out from the fresh wound when I pull out. The knife leaves a trail of blood as I move it over his flesh and stop at his hip.

“And how about here?”

“Fuck yeah. Give it to him,” Callen encourages.

I have a tougher time sinking the blade into his body but push through. There is a whooshing sound when I extract the knife. I repeat this process several times. Crimson covers the tarp under my feet. Laurence’s body practically convulses. My satisfaction intensifies inside me each time the blade punctures his skin. I play with the blood with the toe of my shoe. The dark haunting color lifts me up.

Clank!

The knife slips from my fingers and hits the concrete floor. I’m tearing off my clothes before it even settles. Then, I run to Callen. He lifts me up, and we connect. Through the death and violence, we feed off one another. His mouth sucks on my neck. My hands sneak under his shirt. He groans against my throat. The scent of blood and lust fills the room until we’re suffocating in it. I’ve never smelled anything better.

His clothes hit the floor, and he palms my breasts. The bloodstains grow larger while I rake my nails across Callen’s back. My spine straightens when it makes contact with the far wall. I grab his face in my hands and kiss him passionately. Our tongues wind, and our mouths punish. He twists my nipples between his forefinger and thumb, and the heels of my feet dig into his ass.

“On. The. Ground,” I pant. “I want to ride you.”

Callen grants my request without dropping me. We’ll fuck on the dirty floor and love every minute of it. My hands brace against his chest, and I line myself up with his stiff cock. The tip pushes against my opening, and I sink down, relishing in the fullness. Endorphins shoot pleasure throughout my veins, and I let my head fall back in pleasure.

“God, it feels so good,” I moan out, knowing Callen will know I’m talking about more than his cock inside me.

My clit aches, and my hand travels down my body until my fingers reach the sensitive spot. Laurence’s blood slowly flows across the ground under us, coming closer to where Callen and I fuck like sociopaths, and I ride Callen harder. My legs shake when the sensations building up within me reach new highs. My pussy clenches around Callen’s cock, and I grind against him harder. His hands grab my hips, pulling me tighter against him.

This man, he gets me like no one ever could.

Together, we indulge in everything that should be wrong but couldn’t be more right.

The copper scent of blood mingles with the intoxicating spice of sex as the sounds of skin against skin fill the room.

My orgasm coats his cock, and his cum fills me.

I fight to keep my eyes on the view before me—Callen and the life about to be lost.

My body falls, and I collapse on top of my man. Sweat covers our skin. My lips worship his flesh. I can’t get enough of his salty taste while my mouth kisses his chest. His hands sweep against my skin. I’m in love with everything dark and twisty that we share. I’m in love with us, and I’m madly in love with him.

“This was perfect,” I proclaim.

“It was more than perfect.”

I rise off him and crawl across the floor on all fours. Blood soaks my knees and the palms of my hands, and Callen’s cum leaks down my thighs. A sense of power overtakes me when I brace myself on the arms of the chair that holds Laurence’s dying body. His shallow breathing is beautiful. With the knife in my hands, I smile at the last man still breathing who took Aria from me.

“Good-bye, Laurence.”

I plunge the knife into his heart.

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