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I reached out one again to try and bring her close to me, try to stop the pain that was surly tearing through her entire being, but stopped short when she sent me a glare so filled with hate I started to wonder if the Vic I had known all along was the real one, or was it the rage-filled, vengeance-driven person I was seeing then?
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“You know…” They trailed their gaze, looking out at the arena. “If our lives weren’t on the line, this may have been a bit romantic.”
I wanted to be selfish. Wanted to be able to be cold and shrug them off when needed to get ahead. But all I could think about was my initial carved into their chest. Their face as they looked up at me through their lashes. Their flushed face as they begged me for mercy. Seeing them like that was everything I thought I could never have.
It should have pained me to even think about my brother. For the images of his dead body sinking to the bottom of the canal. But instead, all I could think about was the horror that would twist their faces. Of the shocked gasps they would have to conceal. They would be overcome with rage, but the shock would render them frozen. And then, when they were least expecting it, I would raise the gun and— “Down, boy,” Vic all but purred as she came to my side. “We don’t know what other consequences the games have in store for us.”
Still, after everything, I couldn’t believe that she was by my side. That she allowed me to touch her in a way I only dreamed of. That she trusted me as nuch as she did. I won’t let her down. She was my reason for existing, to let her down would be unthinkable.
“Fuck, do you know how long I’ve waited to taste your pussy?” Vic asked as she kneeled between my legs, her tongue running the length of my slit. I just about came right then and there. Here was Vic, a girl akin to the goddess Aphrodite, kneeling at my feet and giving me pleasure. I let out a groan, my hips bucking when she teased my clit with her tongue. “I don’t deserve this,” I panted. “Please, Vic, let me please you. Use me how you want, you don’t have to waste time—”
“You aren’t to tell me how I'm wasting my time,” she growled. “If I want to eat my pet’s cunt out until they’re shaking, I damn well should be able to do it.”
“I want them to be jealous of what I have,” I admitted. I want to show them how much you enjoy my mouth on you. I want them to watch as I make you come and as it drips down onto me—oh fuck.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out as she fit her fingers into me and curled them sharply. She wasted no time massaging a place that caused me to jerk against her.
“If you want, I would use my hands,” I said. “But not until you commanded me to. I’d want you in charge the whole time. Tell me what to do. Teaching me how to please you.” My words earned a long suck. “I love how you taste,” I admitted.
“Lift my shirt just like in your fantasy, Killer Kohl,” she demanded in a soft whisper. With shaking hands, I did just that, my mouth watering when I caught sight of her pert tits and erect nipples—just begging for a taste. Her hands were gentle as she cupped my face, pulling me closer to her chest. “Come on, kitten, you don’t just want to look at them, do you? Make your goddess feel good.” I let my tongue trace her nipple, the pattern similar to when she’d when she teased my clit.
I brought her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently. She let out a breathy sigh, almost like my actions soothed her. My hand trailed between her legs, teasing her dripping folds. The way her body reacted to me, even after so many times of being together during our games, still managed to cause pride to swell in my chest. Slowly, I pushed two fingers into her. Gliding them in, then out lazily.
Her hips met my hand, her light moans filling the space. “That’s a good boy, Kohl,” she groaned. I took my mouth from one nipple to switch to the other but paused before I did so. “You’re so beautiful,” I whispered, taking in her flushed face. She had always been beautiful to me, but even more so when she was covered with blood and panting because of the things I was doing to her.
“Do you like it?” I asked, pulling away from her so I could fully see her as she rode my hand. “When I tell you how crazy I am about you? When I tell you how fucking obsessed I am?” Her cunt fluttering around my fingers was the only answer I needed. Her whimpers music to my ears. “Yes–” “Every night,” I admitted. “Every night I fucked myself to the image of you. Those nudes—fuck, I was so pissed—but I couldn’t help myself.”
“I did,” I breathed. “Fuck, I imagined so many times being at your feet and licking your cunt while you degraded me. I couldn’t get enough of it. I was going crazy just imagining how you tasted.” “Stop—fuck—I’m gonna—” She didn’t even finish her sentence before her orgasm overtook her. Just like I imagined, her cunt was leaking all over my hand. “But now I don’t have to imagine, do I?” I asked with a wicked smile, bringing my hand up to lick all of her wetness off my fingers.
God, I couldn’t help but love how bloodthirsty she is.
I dragged the young man by his hair to Vic, kicking the back of his knees so he was forced to kneel in front of her. The way her chest puffed as she looked down at him sent heat rushing through my veins straight to my core. Finally, people would see Victoria the way I did. Could see the way she was meant to tower over those weaker than her. To see how good she looked when she was looking down at a squirming, crying coward. A goddess looking down upon her kingdom, ready to enact her righteous justice
Jealousy flared as Vic placed the gun under his chin, but it was quickly extinguished when her eyes lifted to me with a teasing wink. Fuck. Even such a simple move threatened to make me a puddle at her feet. We were in this together. Deity and beloved servant.
I had thought I’d fallen in love with Vic long ago. It was slow at first, when I watched her with her friends or snuck out to see her whenever she had a spare moment from my brother. Then one day it fell all together, and I couldn’t stop the feelings of warmth in my chest when I looked at her. I thought that had been love. Laughable. It was clear to me now that in this moment, holding her enemy still at her feet—ready for her to claim their worthless life and begin the road toward reclaiming everything my family had taken from her, I fell more deeply for her than I could’ve ever imagined.
I didn’t know what to say. All I could do was beg that the love of my life wouldn’t put a bullet in my brain.
Kohl’s eyes widened, and their eyebrows pushed together. There was something beautiful going on in their head as they slowly put the pieces together. I raised an eyebrow and opened my mouth, miming for them to do the same. They did, allowing me to tease the gun at their lips and tongue before placing it back on their forehead. It was the twinge of their lips and the relaxation of their body that told me my little pet had finally caught up. That’s right, Kohl. Play with me, baby.
“Maybe in the next life we’ll meet again, kitten.”
I wrapped my arms around her, careful not to spill anything on her, and deepened the kiss. My mind told me to stop. Told me that I should give her space. That I should let her grieve. That the person who was here kissing me was not doing this because she wanted me but because she needed a release. But fuck did I want to be her release.
“And I have been holding both of us back for far too long. Let me indulge a little, won’t you?” She leaned forward, her mouth level with my nipple. Her pink tongue darted out to swipe against it. I couldn’t conceal my whine. Her eyes lit up at the noise. “Do you want that, Kohl?” she asked, her lips tilting. “To indulge a little with me?” She stood on her tiptoes once again, but this time I was faster. I pulled her to me and forced her lips to mine.
How long has it been since the first time I had fantasized about squeezing her hips and forcing them to mine? How long had it been since I fantasized about the taste of her? Her body fit perfectly against mine. Just like I knew it would.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” “What are you going to do with me now that you have me?” she asked, the flirtation obvious in her tone. Her words caused my stomach to flip. “Worship you.”
“Lift me up on the counter,” she ordered. I didn't think twice before I reached down, grabbed her thighs, and forced them around my waist. I turned us around so I could plop her on the counter. My hands pushed up her dress over her ass. My eyes traveled down to her stocking-covered thighs. She trailed her hand down my arm until she grabbed my wrist and brought it in between her legs.
“I’m afraid I may scare you off if I’m too loose with my words,” she said, then spread her legs for me. “Do you want to taste?” My mouth watered at the thought. How had I gotten so lucky that Vic was here offering herself to me like this? It caused my mind to whirl, but I didn't hesitate. It had been my dream for so long to be between her legs like this. To bring her pleasure. To watch as she fell apart in front of me.
Her wet pussy was so clear through the stockings, the thin fabric all but mocking me, showing me that I had gotten so close yet not close enough to actually touch. I kept my gaze locked on her as I hooked my arms under her legs, keeping her in place so that I could lean forward and trail my tongue from entrance to clit, moaning at her taste. My back was going to start aching by the time I was going to bring her to an orgasm, but I didn't care. Not when one of her hands came to push my head closer, the other pushed against the mirror behind her so she could grind down on my tongue harder.
She was going to come. I was going to make her come. I could see it in her eyes. The way her breathing stopped. The way she tilted her head back and screwed her eyes shut as the first waves of her orgasm ran through her. Her mouth opened with no sounds coming out as her pussy convulsed on my fingers. I sucked harder, fucked her without restraint. I wanted her orgasm to last as long as possible. I wanted to hear those moans come from her mouth. I wanted to hear her— “Oh god, Kohl, please keep going.”
“I can't,” I forced out like a whine. I tried to keep up the pace but as her strokes grew bolder, harder, and as she used my wetness to trail up to my clit before rubbing horizontal strokes against the aching bundle of nerves… I began to lose myself. “You can’t come so easily, Kohl,” she teased. “I barely even touched you.” “Your pleasure feeds mine,” I gasped out as my hips jerked against her skilled fingers. “You made me come like a good boy,” she said. “So I thought you deserved a little present. Who knew you’re so sensitive?”
“Tell me,” I gasped and lifted my face to watch as another orgasm reared its head. “Tell me how much you’ve been waiting for this. Tell me how much better it feels with me.” Her eyes widened, but her face gave almost nothing away. Too bad her pussy told me how much she liked those words.
“Can I come over after this?” I asked, looking down at her. “There’s the survivor’s party tonight… but I’d like some time to decompress,” I swallowed hard. “With you, if you’re comfortable.” Vic looked up at me and turned her mask to the side so I could get a better look at the smile splitting her muddy face. “How many times did we fuck each other in front of millions of people tonight?” she asked. “You really going to be shy now, kitten?”
At our feet, the deep red carpet looked too similar to the blood covering our bodies.
“Come, we don’t have much time to get you cleaned and fitted before Rat Race starts,” he said, walking out of the room with the clear expectation for us to follow. It made me wonder what the fuck we’d just signed up for.
“You haven’t had enough?” Vic asked. The small laugh she let out was like a fucking drug. I wanted to hear more of it. Wanted her to laugh louder as she forced me between her legs and rode my face without any hesitation. “Never,” I breathed, falling to my knees in front of her. “How many times do I have to say it, Vic? I’m yours. For as long as you want to keep me, I’ll be by your side, loving you, pleasing you, protecting you.”
“Finger yourself,” she ordered. “Ride your hand while you eat my cunt, but don’t you dare come.” It was my turn to let out a laugh. I placed her leg over my shoulder before letting the same hand fall between my legs. I let her get a good look at me rubbing my clit before I leaned forward again. “Only if you ride my face like you mean it,” I said, my voice husky from the pleasure that was coursing through me.
“That’s right, Kohl,” she moaned. “Fuck, you feel so good. Are you making yourself feel good, baby?”
“You hear that?” Vic asked, her movements getting more erratic as she fucked my mouth. “Better hurry up, baby. Be a good boy and come with me?” I couldn’t stop the whine from my mouth. There would be no problem with me coming at the same time as her. If I moved my fingers over my clit, I would explode right in front of her. “Oh fuck,” she moaned. “I’m coming, Kohl. Are you ready? Come with me, baby.” I tore my fingers from my pussy to rub them on my clit as I pulled her clit into my mouth and gave it a large, hard suck. Her cry drowned out my moans as we came together. The pounding got louder
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“Tell me you love me, and I’ll promise to never let you go,” she ordered, pulling away and staring at me intently. There was something that passed her eyes… something that looked too similar to fear to let slide. I cupped her face, bumping my nose against hers. “I have and will always love you, Victoria,” I said. “I was made to belong to you, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” “Truly?” she asked. “You’re not joking?” “I’ve never been more serious in my life,” I admitted. “I love you, Victoria Miller, and I would be honored if you kept me.”
“Whoever kills Hiram will get paid out a million dollars, regardless of whether you win the games,” she said, her lips twisted. “Hell, I’ll even cut the check myself. If you can make me laugh while you’re doing it, I’ll double it.” She was the most twisted and evil thing I’d ever seen… and I fucking loved it.
