Twisted Valentine

by Isabel Lucero

Quin didn’t even realize what day it was. It’s not like I need much, just his undivided attention.

How dare he kill someone without even telling me, especially considering he knows how long it’s been.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs around the head of my dick. “Oh yeah? What do I taste like?”

“My favorite things,” he says after easing away, watching me as he strokes. “Deviance, malevolence, and depravity.” “Am I one of your favorite things?” I ask through heavy breaths. “You are the sum of all my favorite things. You’re everything I desire rolled into one. Now come in my mouth and let me taste just how fucking twisted you are.”

So no, we cannot have friends, but he won’t know that until I teach him a lesson. I always have to teach him lessons.

He won’t just think of me as his favorite. I’ll be the blood in his veins, the air in his lungs, and the only thing keeping him alive.

“I will, however, worship your body, because the sight of it turns me on like nothing else,” I say, pulling the hem of his shirt up until it’s over his head. “I will always protect you because the loss of you would send me reeling. The anger I’d feel would turn me into an even darker person, and nobody would be safe.”

His eyes twinkle. “Come on me. I know you want to mix it in with my blood, you fucking sicko.”

His tongue slides out, licking it up before he takes my finger into his mouth and sucks, tasting his blood on my skin as well. The sight makes my cock twitch, cum still dripping from the slit.

“We taste so good together,” he says in a husky tone. “Like sin and chaos.”

“You are a nightmare in the best way. My heart races when you’re around. The things we do together make my adrenaline pump, filling me with an intoxication you can’t get from any drug on the planet. The dark imagery you’re capable of creating with a weapon and your hands gives me a thrill similar to when I plunge a knife into someone’s heart. You are a nightmare, Kaspian, but there’s nothing negative about that.”

“I thought you were talking to Bryan. I saw you guys in front of the gift shop. I heard you with someone after work one night. Not to mention the late hours and random calls. What was I supposed to think? What would you expect me to do?” I crack a grin. “Exactly as you did, but I thought you’d at least get the guy right.”

“All of it was part of my plan. I was giving you what you enjoy. The hunt, the chase, the ability to find out every little detail of what I was doing, who I was talking to and why. I wanted you hostile. You know I love it when you’re vengeful.”

“Kaspian,” I start, staring into his eyes. “You’re my beautiful nightmare. The only person I ever want to deal with on a regular basis.” His lips quirk. “So romantic.”

Bryan cries and fights his restraints, but he doesn’t realize he’s giving Quin what he wants. He thrives on panic and fear. We both do. Just so we can watch it slowly drain away with the blood from their wounds.

My blood falls to his face and on the pillow below him. It drips down my arm, and the sight of it makes me harder and hornier. When a few drops fall to his lip and the corner of his mouth, my heart slams against my chest even harder, but when his tongue comes out to lick the droplets and bring them into his mouth, I think my heart may stop beating completely. “Fuck, Kas.”

“You taste so good, baby. You’re in me now. We’re one.”

his hand reaching up and running over the marks on my chest. When he brings his fingers back, they’re covered in my blood. My eyes widen, my nostrils flaring as he reaches over to grab the scalpel. With a quick knick, he cuts open his skin on a negative space on his arm, between the tattoos that are inked there. Blood trickles out and he rubs his fingers over his cut, mixing our blood.