I start to head towards the front door. I feel his eyes burning a hole in my back as I walk away.
I step outside into the cool, rainy air and take a deep breath.A sharp, desperate scream pierces the stillness of the night, echoing from a shadowy alleyway. My heart races as I instinctively move toward the sound, my footsteps quickening.
As I approach, I cautiously peek around the corner of the old brick building, straining to glimpse at what lays down the dimly lit alley.
Jesus Christ... Adonis is there with Popped Collar.
I start to walk toward them, and the man looks at me, petrified. Blood drips down his neck as he cries at his both very obvious broken hands.
Adonis whispers something to him, and then the man runs off towards the parking lot.
“What did you do to him?! I said I had it handled!”
“I cut off the tip of his tongue and broke his hands, I didn’t kill him… though I wanted to,” he says back quickly and honestly. Blood stains his hands.
“You what!? Adonis! All because he touched me and wanted to dance? What is it with you and tongues!?”
“That, and because he spoke to you. I was going to do much, much worse.”
“You can’t just go around hurting and killing people because your possessive ass is jealous! That is not okay!”
He closes the distance between us, places his hand on my lower back, and pulls our bodies together.His ocean eyes almost seem to glow with intensity. His blood-coated hand caresses my face and traces my lips.
I want to be furious with him, but I also want him to wrap those bloodied hands around my throat and make me beg for his cock. I want him to manhandle me into oblivion. I want him to rip off my clothes right now and take me in this alleyway.
His laugh thunders, making my stomach flip. “If I had already taken you, I would do all of that… You look so sexy right now, Dani.”
I hate it when he reads my thoughts and my intentions but the way he says my name has my toes curling… I’m fucked. I am absolutely fucked. I can’t stay mad at him even though this is extremely messed up.
Adonis moves my hair to one side of my shoulder, exposing my neck. He kisses me and runs his teeth along my sensitive skin. “The night isn’t over, goddess.”
I am swept up in his shadows, and my mind goes blank. When my thoughts come back moments later, we are in my house.
Chapter 16
Dax
“Swallow like the good demon you are,” Killian groans as he holds my head roughly while his cock is down my throat. “Take every last drop, Dax.” He growls and thrusts deeper with each word. He spills himself inside my mouth and I swallow gladly.
I rise from my knees and aggressively pull Killian’s naked body to mine.
Our lips clash in an avid embrace as I exchange Killian’s salvia with his salty brand around our tongues.
Hungry for more, we nip each other’s mouths, tugging and pulling until the taste of blood fills our senses.
“You taste so fucking good, Killian. Your blood mixed with your cum… chef’s kiss,” I say as I grab his hair roughly and pull. “I’m going to cum in your mouth so Dani can see what I taste like from your perspective.” I pull his hair harder, and he grunts. “I’m going to claim you like it’s the first time. Would you like that, Kil?” His body trembles at my words.
“Yes. You know I fucking would.”
When I own Killian like this, I feel like a fucking god. Killian’s body can make my cock explode like a volcano at the peak of its fury.
Killian’s lips meet mine once more, this time with more passion. The feeling of his soft but rough hands roaming up and down my body feels so fucking right.
Our cocks rub together. I grunt, feeling ripe with need. “Bend over,” I demand.
Killian turns around and gets on all fours on Dani’s bed. His ass is so fucking perfect.
“Gods, you look so hot like this... on Dani’s bed...” I reach forward and gently squeeze his heavy balls in my hand. He throws his head back, “Fuck, yes, Dax.”
