Chapter 8
Harlow
“Mama, what's this?”Rosie asks. I’m in the closet hanging up some of my stuff. I took the guest room next to Rosie’s room, wanting to be close to her. It’s nice with a big, king-sized bed, but it’s a little too white for me. This room is going to need a lot of work and a lot of red and black.
“What’s what, sweetie?” I ask, looking down to see Rosie, who’s holding up the jar with the shish kebab eyeball.
My eyes feel like they are bulging out of their sockets. I’m just about to take the jar out of her little outstretched hand when Neo comes up behind her and snatches it.
“What’s this?” Neo asks, holding it up to the light to get a better look, then turns to me with a surprised look on his face. “No fucking way!”
“Bad word!” Rosie shouts, stomping her foot, and putting her hands on her hip.
“Here,” Neo says, digging around in his pocket for some money. He hands her a wad of cash, not even looking away from the jar.
Rosie’s eyes go wide. “Money,” she says in a hypnotic tone. Just like that, she forgets about the jar and races off with her newfound riches, slamming the door behind her.
“Dude, you just gave her like three hundred in cash,” I snicker. “Cass is gonna lose his shit.”
“I don't care. It’s worth it. Have you seen what's in this jar? So fucking cool.”
“Yes because I am the one who hunted down the man and took it for myself,” I grin.
He looks up from the jar to me. “Really? With an arrow?”
“Hunger Games style, baby.” I give him a playful grin.
“Damn it!” he groans. “That would have been so fucking hot to watch.”
“How about I give you a play-by-play as I ride your cock later?” I say seductively, leaning in and distracting him as I bite my lip. His eyes flick down, licking his own, using that as my opening to grab the jar and dance away.
“Hey!” he protests. “I want that. Please,” he pouts.
“Fuck no,” I say, placing it up on the shelf. “This is my favorite souvenir from my trip.”
“Fine,” he huffs out, looking like a sad puppy. “Did you at least get me something?”
“I did.” I smile, running over and grabbing something from one of my bags. “Here,” I say proudly, holding out his gift.
“Holy shit! Is that real bone?” Neo breathes as he examines the bone knife.
“Yup. Made from the leg of one of my victims.” I give him a sinister grin. “Caught this fucker beating a dog. He was also beating his wife and kids. So I saw an opportunity for some fine craftsmanship.”
“Who the hell did you get to make someone's leg into this?” he laughs.
“You would be surprised who is more than willing to do me a favor. There are some fucked-up people in Mexico.”
“Well, I love it! This is hands down the coolest gift I’ve ever gotten.” He tosses the knife on the bed and pulls me into his arms. One hand slips behind my head, forcing me into a scorching kiss, while the other one grips my ass, giving it a hard squeeze. I moan into his mouth as he grinds me against his hard cock.
“Do you feel how hard just thinking of you killing, all covered in blood like a painting, makes me?” he growls. “I wanna fuck you stupid against the wall right now.”
“So do it,” I growl back, biting his lip.
I wrap my arms around his shoulders, and jump into his arms, making my dress ride up. He catches me and spins us, pinning me to the wall. Our kisses are wild as our teeth clash together. Every time he kisses me, I find myself enjoying it more and more.
He wastes no time pulling my panties to the side so he can thrust into me.
“Fuck. I’ll never get tired of your deadly pussy,” he growls as he starts to pound into me with desperate jerks of his hips.