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His worried irises bounce between me and the woman behind me.

“I’m disappointed you don’t listen better, Sebastian. I’m going to have to prove to you how serious I am about my demands. You won’t disobey again.” I grab a knife from my bag and walk toward him.

With my fingers holding his ear, all it takes is a smooth flick of my wrist for it to fallto the couch cushion next to him.Blood sprays my shirt and runs down the side of his head, but his reaction is delayed. A heartbeat and then two pass before he screams bloody murder through his gag. Rylan lets out a throaty moan.

“Don’t you fucking look at her. You don’t deserve to see one ounce of her pleasure.”I move to his other side, swiping again.

The ear on the opposite side falls between us and bounces to the floor.He cries out and stomps his feet.A passionate gasp belts out behind me.Blood splatters the pristine white couch.

Red.

Pink.

“Baby, come here.”

Rylan rises from the couch and hurries to me. She eagerly licks her lips.

I point the knife back at Sebastian. “Keep your sight down. Do not look at her, or I will take your eyes next.”

Rylan’s eyes are fixated on my gloved hands, which are now covered in blood, and I pull her shirt above her head. The dark red, almost black, stains her skin as I touch her with my dirty hands, and she spasms under my touch.

“How in the hell is this possible? Why do you like this sick side of me?” My curiosity grows.

“I more than like it. Don’t stop; keep going.”

I place Rylan exactly as I want her—perched on the arm of the same couch as Sebastian. My fingers rub along her clit before I return to Number Three. She shivers and moans.

Sebastian cries, and tears fall down his face as freely as the blood pours down his neck. The realization of what he is facing has certainly taken over his body. I wonder if his pain is at its highest level or if his body has started to protect him from what’s to come. I slash his skin and get my answer. His screams aren’t the same animalistic cries they were the first time I cut him. That doesn’t stop me, though.

I cut, and Rylan enjoys.

I mark his skin, and she touches her fingers to her pussy.

He weeps, and Rylan moans.

The torture continues until I’ve lost track of time, and Sebastian passes out. He isn’t dead, but he’s close.

Between each new slice, Rylan kissed me. I touched her skin, leaving streaks of crimson in my wake. She’s worked up, and my cock pulses because of the twisted things between us, our mutual lust. Together, we get off on his pain. We thrive on the ending of his life. We encourage one another to hold nothing back.

“Fuck me, Callen. Fuck me while he bleeds out. I want you inside me when he dies.”

A possessive groan rips out from inside me, and I drop the knife to the floor. His blood smears against her cheek, and I can’t even wait to get my clothes off. I tear her panties from her skin as I unzip my pants. I sit down on the couch, pulling Rylan closer and sit her on top of me.

My pants are only halfway down when she positions her entrance against my dick and lowers onto me. We fuck on the bloodstained couch with Sebastian dying beside us. She pushes against my chest while she moves up and down on my cock. Her head falls back as my fingers brush against her clit. My mouth searches hers out, and we get lost in one another. In what we just shared—the taking of a life. My lips control hers. Her hips dominate our movement. Number Three’s slowing heart rate charges this moment in time.

“Oh, yes, Callen.”

Her cunt flexes on my cock.

“Is he dead?” she asks with hope and lust in her voice.

My hand reaches over for Sebastian’s wrist.

Her breathing picks up.

“Not yet, but he’s close.”

“Don’t let me come until he’s gone, Callen.” She moves atop me faster. “Tell me when he’s gone.”

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