Her first few steps were tentative. Those quickly morphed into firmer strides until she charged across the room with the blade held high.
Nash didn’t fight back when her wrath rained down on him. He barely even blinked. I think whatever part of his humanity remained was happy to have an end.
Watching my Bird vent herself in a shower of blood and pain was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My cock was out and in my hand before she could deliver the third strike.
I stood back and jerked myself while she delivered blow after blow and screamed, “I hate you.”
“Die!”
And…
“You ruined everything.”
I saw the beast rise from inside her. I watched its sharp teeth gnash about, but I snapped when she turned around to look at me, all covered in blood.
I marched across the room and pushed down on her shoulders.
“Suck my fucking cock, Little Bird.”
She peeked up at me through her lashes and smirked as she wrapped her perfect pink lips around the head of my cock. The sexy little minx didn’t stop there. She worked her way up my length and swallowed me down.
A loud groan rumbled through my chest as her throat muscles constricted around my cock. Fuck me. She really was good at everything.
I wrapped my fist in her hair and fucked her face until she was gagging, and tears streamed down her face. When that wasn’t enough, I pushed her back into the pool of blood beside Nash’s body and tore her pants off.
She gave as good as she got. Marnie raked her nails up my back when I plowed into her and let out a long and heady moan. There was nothing sweet or tender about what we were doing. Rough would’ve been a step up from the brutal and messy way we were using each other.
When I bit her, she scratched me.
When I fucked her, she fucked me back just as hard.
And when I choked her, she snarled at me to do it harder.
I painted her with Nash’s blood while her pussy spasmed, and she arched her back.
It was the best game of ‘push and pull’ I’d ever played.
This was the real Marnie Dupire. Not the timid little thing that walked around town with her head hung. She was the woman bouncing on my cock with no hesitation or thought. This was whom I saw glimmering in those eyes. This was my soulmate, my beautiful, messy, and broken soulmate.
I came so hard that it felt like my heart stopped.
Afterward, we lay there, out of breath, covered in blood, holding each other.
It was perfect until Marnie asked, “Did you get the guy that killed Derek?”
I sighed.
Fuck.
“About that…” I tightened my arm around her shoulders, pressing her harder against me. “There’s a hit out on a few people in town.”
“What!” She tried to lift her head off my chest, but I pushed her back down.
“There’s no need to worry. I’ve got it handled.”
“Was Derek on the list?”
I shook my head. “No, he was just a casualty.”
