“Oh God—Zack! No one’s ever…done this before…never made me feel this way.”
She’s not a virgin, not afraid to give head, and knows how to suck a dick clean, but no one’s ever gone down on her? What sort of useless pathetic men has she been with?I’m a selfish dick, but even I like to see a woman get off. Now that I’ve seen the way Chloe reacts, I want her to get off every single fucking time. Multiple times. Hell, I’d be happy to just watch her come and leave myself with blue balls.
“I’m ready! Please, please, let me come now!”
That she fucking is. But it’s my call to make.
“Not yet.”
She moans in frustration and bucks her hips, making my fingers spear deeper.
Oh, she’s so close. Just a few more seconds, and I’ll have her coming down my throat.
A vile retching sound has my fingers freezing inside her.
“The fuck?”
Looking over my shoulder, I see Jackson on his side, the dildo slipping from his mouth along with a load of vomit.
“Would you look at that?” I smile at Chloe. “Your faith in me has resurrected him. I’d be mad he’s not dead, but this means I get to kill him all over again.”
Chloe’s face pales as she watches Jackson choking. His eyes are barely open, and his arms are limp. Better hurry this up before he dies of his own accord and not by my doing.
Pulling my knife out, I hold it up so Chloe’s attention fixes on me. “Zack, what are you going to do with that?”
“Kill him, obviously. But first I need a little something from you.”
I slip my fingers free from her, and press the flat side of my knife to her pussy. The sharp tip barely a millimeter away from her swollen clit.
“Zack.” Her whole body tenses up. “Don’t hurt me. Not like this. Please.”
“Oh, darlin’.” I reach up and stroke her cheek. “I’m notgoing to hurt you. You’re going to soak my knife in your holy juices before I kill him with it.”
The tiniest of gasps rushes from her lips. I wait for the objections to follow. But they don’t come.
She swallows nervously and wets her lips. Her muscles relax, and the look she gives me hits deep. Fuck. That’s not good.
Locking away every reason why I shouldn’t be doing this in the back of my mind, I let the chaos take over.
“Come on my knife, darlin’.” Edging it out of the way, I hook my fingers inside her and press back on that sweet spot of hers. Her walls clench tight on my fingers as she tips her head back and screams. I quickly slip free and hold the flat edge of my knife to her entrance instead. She squirts all over my blade, coating it in her essence.
Once she’s finished, I hold it up to admire its new shine. “Isn’t that pretty.”
Chloe’s a shaking mess, and barely able to hold her head up. I’m tempted to crawl onto the bed next to her and hold her tight. Feel her melt into my embrace as she recovers from her orgasm.
No. Enough of this sweet shit.Why the fuck am I thinking like this when there’s blood to be spilled?
Jackson’s retching starts to slow down, and I realize I might be missing my chance. Leaving Chloe to her own mess, I stand over Jackson and roll him onto his back.
One eyelid twitches open. I cock my head as I look at him.
“You really are pathetic.” I bring my knife down into the side of his neck, and after a final blood and vomit-filled gurgle, he goes silent. It doesn’t feel the same this time. There’s no weight lifted off my shoulder. No elation that another one of my sister’s rapists is dead.
Nothing.
Kat deserves her retribution, and I’m the only one who can give her that. I hope wherever she is, she’s feeling the joy for me.
Since I discovered her letter and the tape on the day of her death, I kept her secret and respected her wishes of not telling Dad. Not that he’d listen anyway.
