Morally Grey

by Lauren Biel

This one’s for the girls who drool over mugshots

What a strange woman I’ve forced my presence upon. She looks positively rabid. Attractive as fuck, but rabid.

“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.”

I’m being kind. Someone who holds a murderer hostage while his reward money rises is so far removed from psychosis. She’s in her own field of crazy.

“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.” If he wants to die buried in my pussy, who am I to deny his dying wish?

“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.”

“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.

“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.

“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.”