Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

“I want to make something very clear, Briar. The arrangement you believe you have is not the arrangement you have in actuality. My legs may be shackled, but my hands are very much not. If I want to strangle the life from your lungs and snatch that key from your pocket, I will.” He leans closer, until his breath is close enough to send goosebumps over my skin. “You have a tame tiger in the basement. Tame, but not domesticated. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Sometimes the worst possible thing we could do is the best thing we could do.”

“Bring that pussy over here where my mouth is. I’ll have your thighs quivering in no time.”

“Sit on my face, little psycho,” he growls, and the vibration rumbles against me.

He slaps my thigh, and I release the chain. “What?” “You aren’t sitting hard enough. I don’t want to breathe when you release that chain. Fucking sit on my face.”

“This mask gave you the confidence you needed to commit that murder, so it stands to reason that it could help you now, in much the same way. For whatever reason, you think that fucking me is wrong, just like you knew killing that woman was wrong. I want you to put on the mask and repeat history. Make my body a fucking crime scene, Grey.”

“Pull my mask up a bit, little psycho,” he grits out.

I pull away from the kiss and bite his lip. “Do you like how I ride you, killer?”

Grey sits up and spreads my legs wider. “You want this killer’s dick? Every inch of it?” “Please,” I whimper.

“I want you to fill me,” I whimper, my voice growing hoarse. “You want a big, bad killer to come inside you?”

“You have fucked-up fetishes,” he says against my mouth. “Don’t kink shame me, asshole.

We stare at each other, our chests heaving up and down as we share a cathartic moment in the woods. Just two murderers, airing out their grievances. Completely normal.

“Touch me,” I whisper. “Make me feel good before you hurt me. If you have to leave, then give me something to remember you by.” “Psycho,” he whispers.

“No matter how much I want to, you can’t convince me to stay. I’ve been fighting this every day. Being around you is torture, and I don’t want to be weak.”

“I could kill you right now, little psycho.” “But you won’t.”

“I want you to come on my cock again, little psycho. Squeeze every drop from a killer’s dick.”

“Grey, it has come to our attention that you have a past due balance. To avoid legal action, please make a deposit at our nearest facility.” She slaps her pussy and smiles at me.

“Put it on,” she begs. “Once you make me come again, I’ll pay attention and be a good girl. I promise.”

“I want you to fuck me with it,” she says. I rip off the mask. “Excuse me?” “I want you to put the barrel inside me.” “There are so many safety reasons that⁠—” “I don’t care.”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, little psycho,” I growl. “Even prettier when you’re about to come.”

I kiss her before pulling the barrel from her pussy and bringing it to her chin. “Open your mouth, psycho, and taste yourself on my gun.”

“I want you to choke on my pistol. I want to fuck your throat with this gun while you take my cock in your greedy pussy. You want more, don’t you?” She nods.

“Such a good fucking psycho,” I grit out.

“Nobody ever gives me the time to figure shit out. They always jump straight to the nearest fucking exit. Promise me that you will never step toward the exit again, Briar, or I will call the cops and turn myself in right fucking now.”

“You keep living. That’s what you do.” I step closer and kneel in front of her, then take her hands in mine. “You don’t live for a man. You don’t live for a house or your freedom. You don’t live for anything other than Briar. No matter what happens, you have to promise me you’ll keep living. Be a thorn in someone’s side, little psycho, even if it’s not mine.”

“You’re beautiful. Your scars are part of that beauty, little psycho. They’re proof that you walked through hell and came out on the other side.”

“Good girl. Now grip that counter, and don’t let go until I say you can.”