Black Sheep

by Alexa Harlowe

I don’t always fuck a man before I kill him, but when I do, I find there’s one thing they all have in common. They’re disappointing.

Killing dickheads like you and dissolving their bodies in sodium hypochlorite. Keeps a girl busy.

“If I find out it was David after all, I’ll break his fucking neck,” I whisper. Bria’s face lights in a smile that’s both frightening and fierce, but wholly beautiful. “Don’t you think I could take care of it myself?” “I don’t care. I’m calling dibs.”

“I feel compelled to tell you that I hate you,” I breathe as he bites and sucks on my skin. I start tugging the collar of his jacket off. “Just like I hate your leather satchel and your hideous tweed jacket that looks like it came from the hipster reject pile. If I could feel secondhand embarrassment for anyone, I would feel it for you.” Kaplan’s dark laugh heats my skin as he nips my earlobe and a moan escapes my lips. “Good. I’ll wear it every fucking day. I’ll even sew suede patches on the elbows.”

“Then fuck me, Dr. Kaplan. Fuck me like you despise me as much as I hate you.”

I want to tie your legs open so I can devour you when I please. I want to fall asleep with my cock still buried in your pussy and wake you up by thrusting into you. I want to fuck your mouth until you choke on my dick.

“I won’t hide you away because you’re my dirty secret. I’ll hide you away because I’m the only one who gets to see you on your knees, Bria.”

“As long as you know that when I win, I’m going to tear you apart. I will not be gentle, Bria. I will not be kind. Unless you tap out, I am going to make you suffer in every moment of your pleasure. You’ll beg, Bria. I promise you.”

“If only you knew how badly I want to ruin you like you’ve ruined me.”

“You have bewitched me, Bria Brooks,”

“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Dr. Kaplan? You may think you have a demon in you…” I say as I step toward him. I place my hands on his chest and rise up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “But I’m the devil he worships in the night.”

“I love you, Eli,” I whisper.

“I love you.”

“Bria…” he says, letting my name linger. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Bria Brooks.”