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“She told me to make it hurt, and what kind of son would I be to refuse?”
Lifting the knife above his other leg I do the same thing, the feel of the knife plunging into his thigh sends a rush of adrenaline through my body. The sound of his screams and despair. The sound of the wetness of the blood as I remove the knife. Like a pipe leak, the blood flows freely as I inhale the distinct smell of the sweet copper aroma. Fuck, I definitely need a picture of this. Retrieving my phone, I take a picture of both Linc and my dad and save it to my album. I think these pictures are my new favorite, I’m almost tempted to have them framed, but I don’t think Chase would appreciate that. Although, I would like to share this with him.
As I stand and grab the remaining can of gasoline, he really starts to lose it as I pour it over his head and trail the liquid from his body to the front door. I want to see the line of fire set him ablaze.
I grin at him as I bend down with my lighter and ignite the liquid, and watch it quickly catch and travel in his direction. It's like watching a kid’s Hot Wheels track, but with fire. The flames cover his body instantly. Not even someone as tough as my father can hold back the screams of pain and death. The rest of the liquid quickly catches, so I hastily run out of the door, leaving it slightly ajar so some air gets it going real good.
I fall to the ground outside this house, which means nothing to me, and I lap up the sounds that my dad and Linc make. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back, allowing the springtime sun to warm my face as I enjoy the religious experience of this sacrifice. It's a rebirth. With every sound of their pain, more power fills my blood. I feel like a fucking god right now.
As the screams die away, the fire spreads rapidly in the lower part of the house. Smoke starts to billow out of the windows, alerting me that it's time to get out of here. It won’t be long until the neighbors notice, if any of them are around. It's a small community here, and the houses are spread a good distance apart. All of the residents are super wealthy and have multiple homes, so you rarely see anyone. But you can’t be too careful.
I remove my hoodie and put it in the trunk, as it stinks. Chase will have to help me shower off the smell of burning bodies and gasoline. I know he will have his angry kitten face when he realizes what I’ve done, but I did it for him, too. I meant what I said, nobody touches him without consequences.
CHAPTER 40
CHASE
I’ve been at home for an hour, and still no Noah. Is he okay? What if something went wrong? I’ve no idea what he was planning on doing, but the knots in my stomach are so tightly wound up that I can’t bring myself to eat anything.
Hearing the kitchen back door open, I run downstairs, not caring how pathetically happy I am to have him back. I’m so excited that I nearly miss a step on the stairs and tumble down. As I round the corner, the smell of smoke and gasoline pretty much answers my question about what he has been doing. My heart swells as he takes large strides towards me, looking as desperate to have me in his arms as I am him. That fierce gaze is on me, and everything slots into place again. I can let go of everything else in my mind and hand myself over to his care.
Grabbing my face, he presses his lips to mine in a scorching kiss. The passion he pours into it makes me weak at the knees. We both groan when our tongues touch, taking ownership.
“You stink,” I say in between kisses.
“Why don’t you wash me off?” he growls, leading us upstairs to the bathroom.
Turning on the shower, steam quickly fills the room. I just stand there like a spare part as Noah undresses. His body is a work of art as a sculpture but also with the amazing ink that covers him.
“You coming in, or do I have to drag you in?” he says, raising his brow in question.
“S-sorry,” I mutter, stumbling over my words like a nervous virgin.
Quickly undressing, I get into the shower behind him, grab the shower gel, and start soaping up his body. Starting with his back, I wash his shoulders in tender circles, slowly trailing down his spine before getting to his muscular ass. I kneel down behind him and lather up his legs from ankle to thigh, admiring those thick trunks of muscle. I bet he could crush a watermelon with those thighs.
Noah turns around as I’m still on my knees, bringing me face to face with his cock. Filling my hands with more shower gel, I repeat the movement from foot to thigh. Noah groans when my hands keep going until I cup his balls in a hard grip, rolling them around until they’re nicely soaped. I then aim for the main prize. With both hands, I take hold of that thick cock and slide my soaped hands up and down his shaft. The slipperiness makes the motion easier and faster. Noah grabs hold of my hair as I continue to increase the pace of this hand job. He starts to move in time with my rubs to where he is now fucking my hands. Feeling him tense under my hands, I look up to see him watching me.
“Gonna dirty up that pretty face. Do you want it, baby? Want me to paint your face with my cum?” he rasps, close to his orgasm.
“Fuck yes, give it to me.”
“Say it,” he says, his neck strained, trying to hold off.
“My shadow,” I purr at him and moan as I feel the warmth of his cum cover my face. He takes over rubbing his cock until every last drop has spilled onto my skin.
Before I get a chance to lick his cum off my lips, he hauls me to my feet and pushes me under the shower head to wash my face. Then, he starts to wash me. I’m on the brink of cumming too soon. One touch and it’ll be all over. He washes my back and ass crack with the soap, teasing my hole with the occasional swipe of his finger. His hands find their way around my hips where he wastes no time holding my dick. Embarrassingly, it only takes one stroke for me to explode over the shower tiles.
“Greedy boy,” he chuckles into my neck, covering me in kisses and he’s right. I’m beyond greedy for him.
After our indulgent shower, we grab a sandwich with a drink, then head to bed. Noah hasn’t spoken much about today. We mainly just talked about my conversation with Liam. The constant nostril flares and tightening of the jaw from Noah, clued me in that there may never be a friendliness there. Hell, I doubt he’ll even tolerate him. And after speaking to Liam today, it's not one sided.
As we get comfortable in bed, curiosity wins and I just have to ask. I roll my body onto my side, running my fingers up and down his chest.
“What happened with your father?” I ask with some trepidation.
“He’s dead. Linc is too.”
So matter of fact. So unaffected. This is a trait I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to.
