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My fists lock in her dirt-soiled hair while she peers up at me behind long lashes.

I attempt to pull her up to me, but she protests, “No. I want to make you come this way. I want to suck you dry. I need to show you how much this means to me. Let me show you.”

Her full lips wrap around my cock, and the twist of her tongue causes my eyes to roll back. She fights through a gag and takes me in deeper. Her fingers rub against her clit, and the groan she releases from deep within her throat vibrates my shaft. My balls stiffen, and my dick grows impossibly harder. Drool drips from her chin while she continues to fuck me with her mouth. My knees lock, and Rylan goes at me faster. I grab the side of her head and release myself into her mouth. Her throat constricts as she swallows. She continues to lick my cock, making sure to get every last drop.

When she pulls back, she gives me a breathless smile.

I look over and take stock at the brutality of our night. Number Two’s mutilated body will be front-page news tomorrow, but the reporters won’t know what happened here between Rylan and me. The public won’t ever know about the sick fetish we took part in while he died. They’ll be unaware of the way something like this makes me unhinged with the girl by my side.

“Finish him.” That girl looks up at me, letting me see the lust possessing her.

I can’t do anything but fulfill her request. I can’t deny her this. I don’t want to. The kill has always been a part of me, but I’m consumed when doing it with her.

As if to solidify my order, I pick a boning knife up and then turn to watch as Rylan’s fingers circle her clit. Moans of elation and satisfaction leave her lips. She stalks my movements, and I grow hard once more as her body vibrates when I come to a stop above our victim.

He’s unrecognizable, and the only sign that he’s still alive is the slight, stuttered rise and fall of his chest.

“Do it!” she pleads as her fingers move faster against her clit.

I kneel beside Abraham, and Rylan crawls closer, never letting up on the pressure she’s building within her own body. Holding the knife in both hands, I raise it above my head. A gurgling sound from his throat rises between us.

“Yes, yes, yes! Please, Callen!” she moans into the night.

I strike, sinking the knife deep before pulling back up and splattering blood in an arc across Rylan’s body and face.

“Again!”

The blood of the man between us paints our naked flesh with each plunge of the knife.

“It’s. Too. Much. It’s. Not. Enough.”

She watches my hands, the knife, and the multiplying wounds.

Her tits bounce for me as she falls through her orgasm.

I stab him until Rylan finishes.

She finishes hard, leans over the body between us, and feeds me her wet fingers. The sweet taste of her pussy slides down my throat, and I groan, palming my dick. The knife sits lodged in Number Two’s chest, despite him probably having died many minutes ago. The sheer joy taking over her emotions knocks me back a bit, and I release my cock. I have zero room for judgment, but I can’t help but wonder how Rylan’s life path led her here to these woods.

Then, her high is gone. Replaced by something I can’t identify.

She pulls away, leans back, and starts to mumble a chant. The words aren’t loud enough for me to make out. I grow confused. Rylan leaves this moment with me and goes somewhere else entirely. I focus in on her lips and study their movement.

She repeats the two sentences like a mantra, “I’m sorry. I love you almost as much as ice cream.”

“Babe?”

Nothing.

“Rylan?”

Still nothing.

“Little Bird? Come back to me.”

Her eyes flash with recognition, and she’s pulled back to reality. Her emotions fight between good and evil. She looks down at her naked body, tainted with dirt and blood.

“Go get cleaned up. There’s a bag by my truck with extra clothes and supplies. Don’t touch anything, except the bag and the contents inside, until I get over there. I’ll clean up here.”

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