ChapterThree
Ryker
After showering and barely managing to keep my hands off of Brandy—okay, I got her off three fucking times, but eh—I drove us to a party happening a few miles away from our apartment. Alfonso met me at the front of my car as Brandy and I got out.
“You sure she’s ready for something like this?” he asked me.
I nodded, clasping her hand inside of mine. “She needs this.” I hadn’t wanted her to become this tainted, but to hell with it. We were both sentenced to Hell already anyway. At least this way, I knew we’d fucking burn together.
I nodded once at Alfonso to signal I was ready, and he disappeared inside the house. Music was thumping through the speakers. This house was known for its wild as fuck parties, and I knew they had a Bluetooth system for the music that didn’t need power from the house to work. It ensured the party continued if, for some reason, the house lost power.
“Why aren’t we going in?” Brandy asked, looking up at me through her long, dark lashes.
I ran my hand down her back, feeling the raised scars on her skin. She shifted a bit closer to me. “We’re going to have a little bit of our kind of fun tonight, Little Star.” I brushed my nose with hers. “Do you trust me?”
“Completely,” she said without hesitation.
I pressed my lips to hers. “Good girl. Let’s go.”
We walked inside. Flashing blue and red lights met my eyes. Alfonso nodded once at me from the corner of the room. He had a drink in his hand and a girl on either side of him.
That was his signal that he had my back tonight.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to Brandy’s ear. “Go upstairs. Wait for me in the third room on the left.”
She nodded and disappeared through the crowd. Alfonso pointed out the fucker’s friend from earlier that I’d knocked out. He was nursing a beer in the corner, watching a girl on the dance floor.
His corner was shadowed. No one could really see him. The lights flashed faster, and I moved through the crowd, heading straight for him. He didn’t even notice me come up behind him, but he sure as fuck noticed I was there when I pressed the blade of my knife to his neck.
“Let’s go somewhere and chat,” I said quietly.
I led him upstairs to the room I’d told Brandy to wait for me in. My little star was sitting cross-legged on the bed. I shoved him into the room and shut the door behind us. The thudding of the music would drown out any screams he made.
“Little Star, look in the closet. Alfonso and I have left a gift for you.”
“What the fuck is this sick shit?” the bastard snarled, watching as Brandy moved to the closet.
I pressed the tip of my knife to his throat, shutting him up. “You’re a gift to my girl,” I told him. A smirk twisted my lips. “You a fan of pain?”
His face paled. I pressed the tip of my blade in deeper. He backed up until his back smacked against the wall. I grinned. “Must be since you were letting your friend run his mouth about her. Wondering where he is?” I taunted. The guy audibly gulped. “He’s chopped up into tiny little parts.”
“I—I—” Fucker was stuttering so bad he couldn’t form a goddamn coherent sentence.
I looked over at Brandy. She was standing a few feet from us, watching the scene in front of her silently. She held the hatchet loosely in her grip at her side. But her eyes were bright with anticipation.
“You want him alive or dead, Little Star?”
She tilted her head to the side, running her eyes over the fucker I had pinned to the wall, studying him. The guy made a strangled sound in the back of his throat that annoyed me. And apparently, it annoyed her, too.
She flat-out rolled her eyes. “Dead,” she said.
I jammed the knife through his throat. Yanking my knife back out, I let him drop to the floor. I beckoned her closer to me. Pressing a hot, searing kiss to her lips, I brushed my bloody hand along her cheek. “Clean up my mess,” I breathed against her lips.
I stood back, my cock getting hard as she swung that hatchet, her body relaxing more and more with each swing she took. By the time she was done, he was nothing but body parts on the floor, and she was covered in his blood. The goddamn room was a bloody ass crime scene.
Unable to contain my need for her anymore, especially when she was covered in blood, I wrapped my hand around her throat and slammed her back against the wall, my lips covering hers. I ripped at her clothes, needing her naked. She yanked at my clothes with the same aggression.
When I finally lifted her against the wall, she screamed my name as I slammed up into her wet pussy. She trembled in my arms, already riding the wave of her first orgasm. I rubbed her clit, pounding up into her. “Seeing you bloody never gets old,” I rasped, biting at her shoulder, drawing blood. I licked it away before sinking my teeth into her skin again. She slammed her head back against the wall as she came again.
“Ryker,” she whimpered. “Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her chest heaving.
I slammed into her one more time before pulling out and coming all over her bare stomach. And then I yanked her against me, kissing her hard and fast, smearing the blood and my cum all over her.
I gently set her feet on the floor, and just the sight of her—bloody and covered in my cum—fucking had me ready for another round.
But that would have to save. I had more plans for her tonight.
By the time this shit was over, my little star would be shining brightly again.