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If fate, the universe, or whatever fucked up god out there wanted me to be a monster, then I would become a creature like they’d never known.
If love wasn’t the answer, then violence was my only option.
Obstacles that stood between me and my offering. I couldn’t disappoint her, my goddess was waiting.
I’m coming for you, little rabbit.
It was easy to be brave when you had the upper hand.
Can’t you fight your own battles? Now that I’m not sitting pretty, you’re scared, aren’t you?”
Winning was in my blood. And I couldn’t wait to taste the failure in hers.
Not gone, but not really here either. It was exhausting.
Finally, some blood to deliver to my goddess.
The two of us were reflected in the mirrors all around us, covered in blood and looking worse for wear.
The thrum of arousal that was left unanswered by Dylan roared back to life as I took in Kohl’s sculpted chest, the reddened slashes of their mastectomy scars framing their pecs. Kohl. Dylan’s brother and my dirty little secret.
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.
“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.
will need some serious vows from you to be sure you won’t kill me as soon as my back is turned.” “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
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“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.”
The image of my blood staining her lips made my arousal unbearable.
I licked up the blood flowing from the V cut into their chest and spat it into their open mouth, licking the remnants from my teeth. “Swallow.”
“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.”
“Beg,” I demanded. “Beg for me, and maybe I’ll consider forgiving you for the time being.” They shifted on all fours, their eyes trailing back up to mine as the shards of broken glass crunched under their knees. Fuck, were they gonna— 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.
“Fuck yourself while you feast, but don’t come.”
“Who could’ve known such a ruthless Killer like you would embarrass themselves like this? Begging a pathetic Ghost to let you come.”
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Anything to make my little Killer fall apart.
It didn’t take long. 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 fac...
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“You were such a good boy for me, Kohl,” I cooed. “I can’t forgive everything, but this is a good start.”
“Kohl chokes me harder than that when we fuck,” I taunted, my voice hoarse. “You’re losing your touch, Wolff.”
*they
i thought he cut the music?
It’s me and you, forget about everyone else.”
*them
God, I loved revenge.
But unlike him, I knew what I had to do to make my dream become a reality. He acted out of fear, cowardice. I acted out of sheer revenge.
While Mom had been sick, and even before, Dad had been my rock. But now? He was just so… sad. Unreachable in his grief in a way that a kid shouldn’t have to feel about their parent.
Sure, we were murderers and villains, but society still had some decorum.
“Tell me you love me, and I’ll promise to never let you go,”
