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Dylan led me back through the house, and I followed, my head turning as we rounded the corner to catch a final glimpse of Kohl, their jaw tight and irritated, before they headed for their room. Now that was a Wolff sibling I wanted to be under. I bet they liked breath play.
I circled her clit with two fingers. I was so close to pinning her to the ground, pulling her hair, and forcing her to watch in the mirrors as I fucked her. I wouldn’t be gentle. I didn’t know if I knew how to be after everything. The adrenaline that had been pumping through my veins, pushing me to destroy my victims, was begging me to destroy her in an entirely different way.
“I’m pissed at you,” she admitted after a moment. “I didn’t know it was you,” I said, holding her. “Believe me when I say I would give my life for you, Vic.” It was more than that, but my devotion to her couldn’t be said in words. I wouldn’t just give my life for her. I would throw it away. Mold it into something—anything—she needed it to be. She didn’t even have to ask. I’d done the hardest part already, and no matter what, I planned to see it through. Everything, every single fucking thing, was for her. My thoughts, my actions, every breath I took all belonged to her. That was my gift to my
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“Your life, huh?” she said, a smile twisting her face. “And if I ask for you to prove it? What then?” Quicker than she could stop me—I let go of her, collected a discarded fragment of the broken mirrored glass, and brought it to my heart. Her fingers dug into me. One hand on my shoulder, the other on my wrist, stopping me from pushing the glass through my heart. “No hesitation,” I said, holding her gaze as I pushed the point into my skin, forcing a drip of crimson blood to well at the surface. If my life had to end here to extend hers, I’d do it. No problem.
Vic stared at the point of contact, but it wasn’t with concern. There something in her eyes that caused my heart to skip a beat, something that looked a lot like excitement. “Does it hurt?” she asked, her breathing shallow. “It will,” I grunted, attempting to fight her grip and push the jagged edge deeper into my skin, welcoming the pain. Her mouth covered mine again, this time kissing me back just as fervently as I did to her. I moaned into her mouth, ready to drop the broken piece of mirror, but her wrist kept it over my heart instead of stopping its descent. She could, at any moment, force
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“Take my top off,” I ordered. She pulled back, giving me a look before doing exactly as I said. I dropped my weapon until it was off and placed it over my heart, but this time I didn’t let her stop me as I dragged it against my skin. “Kohl,” she breathed when she realized the letter I was carving right over my heart. Satisfaction burst in my chest when I saw the way her gaze darkened. The carving hurt like a bitch. But seeing how she looked at me as I branded myself as hers made it so worth it that I barely noticed the lingering ache.
“Have this be your proof, Victoria,” I said with a wicked grin. “Proof that my body—my life—is yours. It always has been and forever will be. Use me how you see fit. Whether that’s to win the game or throw to me away. Just say the words.”
Blood leaked down my hands, spilling over my fingers and onto the floor. Pain licked at the wound. I held out the mirror piece to her, but instead of grabbing it, she leaned forward, smirking up at me before extending her tongue to lap at the bloody initial. Her initial. My loud groan echoed in the room. I tangled my hand in her hair, pulling her back to lo...
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“Vic, baby, please—let me make it up to you.” Under the tension that’d coiled in my psyche, fueled by losing both my parents in a single year, having to drop out of the college I’d worked my entire life to get into, and the injustice of this, being here, having to play this stupid fucking game… I snapped. “Shut your worthless fucking mouth, Kohl, before I shut it for you.”
My hand trailed their bloodied wound. My entire body lighting up when a small gasp forced itself from Kohl’s lips. “I can—” My bloodied hand shot forward to grab their chin. There was something so fucking erotic about dirtying Kohl’s beautiful face. “You can’t take directions well, can you?” I asked, pulling them forward with my bruising grip on their face. “Then you face the consequences. I’ll shut it for you.”
I made a show of kicking off my shoes, slowly stripping down to nothing. They cursed under their breath, eyes wide and their breaths coming in needy little gasps. “Do you want me to shut you up, Kohl?” I asked, dropping my tone to a low purr. They nodded, careful not to say anything.
“Fucking greedy little whore,” I snarled. “You think you have the right to touch me?” There was a pause before they answered, their voice quivering with need. “No.” “No what?” “No, my goddess.”
I rewarded them by lowering myself just enough that if they stretched, Kohl would just barely be able to taste my slick cunt. “Make your mouth useful,” I ordered, leaning forward to run the sharp edge of the glass down their chest until it hit the waist of their pants, leaving behind a shallow scratch. “You should thank me for giving you a chance to taste me.” They stretched, tongue darting out to run the length of my folds. I clenched my teeth against the breathy moan threatening my throat. They didn’t deserve it, not yet. “Thank you,” Kohl mumbled against my cunt. I could feel the slight
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“Show me how wet I make you,” I ordered. “Show me how twisted and fucked up that head of yours really is… How bad you want me even as I tell you how worthless you are.”
I would get back at them for the way they were making me feel, but first I was going to make sure I got an orgasm out of it. A girl had to have priorities after all.
I fucking loved the way I looked riding them. Breathtaking. All-powerful. Confident. Like a queen sitting on her throne. No, like a goddess on her altar.
I groaned when they attacked my clit, not holding back. They sucked, nipped, and licked it until I was positively shaking. “That’s right,” I praised. “Don’t stop sucking. Not ’til I say so.” Fuck, they were good at taking orders.
I rewarded them by playing with their clit. They were so slippery, so sensitive, that even after just a few thrums of my fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves, their body tensed like they were about to come. “You going to come for me, Kohl?” I purred and they groaned, their pleasure making them even more eager to serve. “No, I don’t think you will…” I said slowly, still stroking their clit. “Stop yourself. You don’t fucking deserve to come,” I hissed. “You’re gonna watch as I take the one thing you can’t have. Make me feel good from your worthless lying mouth.”
They twisted around, lifting themselves up by their forearms. The lower half of their face was a mess of cum and blood. Their eyes wide and pupils blown. “What else can I do?” they asked, eyes trailing my body before stopping at my pussy. They licked their lips, collecting the remnants of my release. “Beg,” I demanded.
They placed one hand in front of the others, their knees following behind them as they crawled on the dirty, bloody floor. Their movements slow and languid as they let me take in exactly what they were doing—like they didn’t notice the mirror cutting into their knees and palms. My core clenched like a vise at the sight. “Please forgive me, goddess,” they begged, their voice husky. “Please. I’ll do anything. Make me your fuck toy. Destroy me in front of the entire world. I don’t care who sees, as long as you forgive me.”
“Oh, I see.” I murmured. “You like the fact that thousands of people are watching you degrade yourself in such a disgusting way.” Their flush was all the confirmation I needed. “Come on then,” I said, shifting my legs open for them. “Put on a good show, Kohl. Show everyone that you’re my toy.”
“Arch your back,” I said, my eyes shifting toward the mirror behind them where I could just make out their ass in the glow of their discarded mask and the low lights of the maze. They did as I told them, giving me a perfect view of their wet cunt. “See? You’re nothing but a dog with no bite,” I purred. “Fuck yourself while you feast, but don’t come.” Their hand darted in between their legs. They were just able to rub their clit and tease their entrance from this position. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but they didn’t complain. Not once.
“Fuck, please, goddess.” “Oh, you want this?” I asked, sliding two fingers inside of them. Their pussy walls were already fluttering around me, but I made sure to pump my fingers in and out slowly, twisting and curling them. Anything to make my little Killer fall apart.
Kohl came with a cry that bounced back at us from the glass, wetness bursting out of them and falling to the floor. I gripped their golden blond hair, forcing their face to the floor. “Lick it up,” I ordered, a sinister smile splitting my face. “Lick it up and we’re done here.” Their tongue darted out to lick up their own cum and blood off the floor. The lack hesitancy in their actions enough for me to consider going again. Kohl just looked so fucking good when they were following my orders. But we didn’t have the time.
My fingers were working on my clit in rapid, unrelenting circles. Pleasure shot through me, licking at my spine and causing my toes to curl. I was close, even with just a few strokes against my clit, I was going to come fast. It was always like this. As soon as I so much as thought of the way Vic looked under her clothes or the things I wanted to do to her, I had this uncontrollable urge to touch myself. But no matter how many times I made myself come, none of it did anything to dampen the need I had for her.
I remembered the first time I heard him do something right. The hitch of her breath followed by a low groan I’d never heard before. I committed it to memory. Along with the “Do that again,” she’d gasped. There was such a strong command in her tone. One Dylan ignored, but not me. I’d never ignore a command that fell from the perfect lips of my goddess. I’d make it my duty to see it through. My sole purpose was to make sure she came as often and as hard as she desired. Bringing her to the edge with my tongue and fingers until she begged me to stop. It’s what she deserved. Complete and total
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There I was, foaming at the mouth, fucking myself to her nudes and discarded swim bottoms. If I’d had even so much as a chance to be in her presence when she was there, spreading her legs for me, I’d be on my knees in an instant. Fuck, I’d even crawl to her.
I didn’t care how unrealistic it was. Or how for the first time in my life I wanted someone to look down on me, to command my body to give them pleasure instead of me taking it. I just wanted it. Wanted her. Wanted to taste her. Wanted to fuck her.
Kohl was more than just my best friend—even if they’d been a bit of a fuck-up this year. It was always going to be like this. They were always my everything. My knight in shining armor.
It hurt to leave Kohl with the wolves. Partially because I was worried that I’d never see them again. And partially because, even though they’d branded themselves for me, I couldn’t quite trust that they wouldn’t flip. They were a Wolff after all. And I was nothing more than a rabbit.
I could be reckless when it came to myself, only trying to see it through for the payoff at the end, but I vowed to Vic that we would get out of here. Together. I had a taste of her once, but this… this was something different entirely. It was a bittersweet feeling that it had to happen now after all this time. Especially since we were supposed to be out for each other’s throats. But I never took myself as a rule follower.
“Kohl chokes me harder than that when we fuck,” I taunted, my voice hoarse. “You’re losing your touch, Wolff.”
I could never hate her. I could hate myself, but never her.
I turned back to the ledge, noting the still-lit-up purple and blue masks. I reached for them, wiping off the blood on the blue one before turning back to Victoria. “I’ll help you,” I promised. She shook her head, eyes widening. “You and I both know that’s just asking for them to fuck with us even more.” I gave her a smile before fastening the mask on her face. “You got this,” I vowed, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Remember? I’ll give my life for yours? And that includes making it out of here with more money than you’ve ever dreamed of. It’s me and you, forget about everyone else.”
“Hurt me,” Kohl murmured, gripping my fingers and pulling them from their face to lie against the initial over their heart, hidden by the heavy fabric of their cropped hoodie. “What?” I asked, aghast, even as my blood started to pump harder. My heart picking up at the thought of listening to Kohl beg for me again. I shouldn’t want that. I should want to kiss away their hurt. To build them up into something magical. Not to reduce them into a snotty, sniveling mess as they wailed for me. But I couldn’t deny the way that my body reacted to the idea. There was something twisted in me that needed
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I gripped Kohl’s shaggy blond hair roughly, jerking their head back. “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you.” Kohl’s dark eyes met mine, the irises lost to their blown pupils. As much as I needed this game, as much as I loved using and abusing them, they craved my wrath just as much. “Yes, my goddess.” We really were a fucked-up pair.
“Crawl to me,” I ordered, patting my thigh in a clear order. Kohl jerked into motion, hand over knee, as they made their way to where I sat. “Look at you,” I crooned softly, the tightness in my chest starting to ease as my hand rested on the butt of the gun sticking out of my waistband. “Big bad Killer Kohl, reduced to a Ghost’s plaything.”
I didn’t want to hurt them, at least not more than what would allow us to get the fuck out of here in one piece. No, I wanted to destroy them. I wanted to own them, mind, body, and whatever damaged, broken part of a soul they had left.
I watched, enraptured as this gorgeous, unattainable creature lowered themselves to this. Praising me and cursing me in the same breath. Begging for the release that only I could offer. For the control that I could exert over them.
The watch on my wrist was going haywire with notifications, viewers barking suggestions for what I could do next. But I didn’t need their help to ruin Kohl. I knew exactly how I wanted them to fall apart for me.
Kohl climbed into the boat, settling onto the bench and spreading their legs obediently, baring their glistening pussy to me. “You dirty little fucking freak,” I hissed, swiping my fingers through their arousal as I settled onto my knees between their legs. “Are you dripping for me because I hurt you?” I twisted their nipple with my free hand hard enough to make them cry out. “Or because there’s five million people watching and there isn’t a single thing you can do to stop me?”
Kohl hissed through their teeth, their breath coming in desperate pants and gasps that shook their whole body. “Vic—please—” It was like a fucking symphony to hear them beg for me.
“Oh, come on now, we have an audience. Let them know just how much you want this,” I purred. I removed my fingers to trail the gun down their pussy, gathering their wetness onto the barrel before nudging it against their clit.
They opened their mouth to speak, but I brought my hand back to their clit again, cutting them off. I pushed the gun into them. Just a taste, before pulling back. They were so so wet. I hoped the audience could see just how turned on they were by this.
“Look into your mistress’s eyes while she fucks you, Kohl.” Kohl forced their eyes back down to me and took in as I pushed the gun further inside them. I couldn’t help the wicked smile that spread across my face.
They were close. Too close. “Only good boys get orgasms,” I said and stopped my assault on their clit, pulling the gun out entirely. “Vic no, please—” I pushed the gun against their lips, giving them a sharp look. Without my prompting, they opened their mouth and licked the length of the gun. Fuck. It was so hot to see them lick their own come from the gun. A gun that I could fire any second. But they didn’t care. They would do just about anything I asked of them.
“So fucking filthy,” I cooed. “You’re a deranged little slut, you know that? Getting off like this while all these people watch? I bet you’ve been waiting for a moment like this your entire life.”
As soon as the waves subsided from their orgasm, they tried to jerk away from me, but I didn’t let them. I kept my pace, feeling as their pussy squeezed tighter and tighter around me until– “Again?” I asked. “My god, how long has it been since someone fucked this pussy correctly?”
“God, you look so good with tears running down your face,” I said, my still wet hand coming up to wipe them.
Her eyes widened at my admission. “You don’t know what you’re getting into,” she muttered, shaking her head. I turned, shifting to sit on my knees and face her fully. “I don’t care,” I said, trying to fuse as much power into my words as I could. “Anything. I would do anything for you. Don’t you know that?” “Kohl—” “No,” I said quickly. “Let me finish. I would stand by your side even if the goal was to watch the world burn. Fuck, I’d hold the kerosene. Please, just let me in. Whatever, whatever it is, I promise to be the one to help you with it.”
