No Way Back (Darkling, beloved. Book 2)

by Santana Knox

Also dedicated to that one hater who said I should never write horror again: I’m back, bitch!

Halloween should start with pussies dripping cum, and it should end with blood on a blade. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them.

Welp, that’s one way to get the ball rolling.

No, wait—I do make the rules here. That’s why Demetri’s tongue is buried between my legs and he’s three knuckles deep inside of me.

“Those are my favorite ones.” He hums, moving his hand from my breast to the side of my face. “When I make you come so hard, it looks painful for you.”

“It is.” I give him a nod. “You make my whole body feel like it’s made of glass, like the tiniest touch is going to make me explode into a million pieces.”

I can barely hold it back now, the way he maintains his composure, the way he’s still fully dressed in his dark suit pants and button up shirt, just his cock exposed.

“He said the entire carnival is off this year. City Hall won’t approve the permits after—” He doesn’t have to finish the sentence; we both know. After I murdered a handful of asshole frat boys, a blackmailing son of a bitch emo-creep and he was forced to burn the entire corn maze down to hide the evidence.

Demetri and I have been so deeply entwined in each other’s bullshit since last Halloween, we’ve practically become conjoined at our openings, ass-to-mouthing all day long.

HAHAHAHAHA😂😂😂😂😂

“Do not,” he threatens quietly in my ear, “make me fuck you in front of inmates on our anniversary.”

He may have a PhD in plant biology, but I’m a doctor in brat with a focus on pushing his buttons.

“You know how the readers get when there’s too much smut and not enough plot.”

“Please don’t make me beg for it,” I say in a hushed tone, slowly lowering to my knees. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Darkling. We only have so much time,” he warns me.

By the time I pull him free from his pants, he’s fully hard, his cock veiny and throbbing for me. I lick my bottom lip, my mouth watering at just the sight.

Rest in peace, bitch. Here lies Camila. She died sucking giant soda can-sized dick.

“I just worry that I’m gonna make you do something you’ll regret. Make you go somewhere you can’t come back from.” Her voice is small, her tone unsure. There’s something in it that breaks a piece of my heart, a lack of confidence that’s nothing like her.

All I can do is try to get her to feel what I feel. She is the moon, my compass, my guide.

Camila teaches me that the things that set you free can sometimes feel like a prison at first. It just depends on what you do with the key.

“I will follow you to the edge of madness, Darkling. Just tell me when it’s time to leap.”

“There is something so fuckable about you in that mask.”

Hi, I’m the danger. Please back the fuck up, because I’m easily overstimulated.

“What is it about killing someone that makes me want to fuck your brains out?”

The mask is back on so I know she can’t see the look I’m giving her, but we’ve been together long enough that she can feel it. Her chuckle is so goddamn enticing. “It’s been so long since I’ve had nearly dead dick.”

“Weak. I’d rather stuff my pussy full of microfiber towels. Chainsaw him, Daddy!”

As a Neurodivergent, this is probably the worst thing I have ever read. Forget the murder and the the blood and literally anything else but this makes me want to vomit 🤮

“I can feel you everywhere.” It comes out between pants. “Good. I’m going to carve my name into your soul.”

“Be with me, in the deranged and in the sane. We do it together. To the end.”

He nods understandingly. “You overhyped the dead cock.” “I overhyped the dead cock,” I agree.

“I don’t think so, Darkling. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me fuck you with a dead man’s fist.”

Lmao what the fuckkkkkkk

“Unravel for me,” he demands, but I’m already there.

She is my compass, and her needle always points to hell.