by Amo Jones
I tap out a message back to her as she pours her coffee. One, because she knows I fucking hate coffee.
How the fuck do you know
I head deeper into the bedroom. Inspecting the light shade because that’s usually where they’re planted, with the lights being the center of the room, I check all of them thoroughly.
My phone vibrates in my hand again.
Chase told me
New plan. Rip that fucker’s throat out while we’re at it. I don’t think he’s any threat to Ella, I think he does give a fuck about her on the real, which is exactly why he’s mine. My kill.
I walk back into the kitchen, my eyes running over her body. Licking my lower lip, fear flashes across her face and she starts shaking her head, stepping backward. I counter her footwork, ready to pounce on my prey, but she steps backward again and mouths “No!” Sternly, even throwing her finger up for added effect. That’s cute.
Leaping forward, I wrap my arms around her back. “Not happening,” I whisper into her neck and then slide my tongue across her collarbone. Lifting her off the floor, I pull off her sports bra, throwing it across the room as I walk her backward to the bed. Throwing her onto the mattress, I lean down, grip onto the waistband of her shorts and yank them off, leaving her in nothing but her Calvin Klein G-string.
“Dayummmm,” I mouth, biting on my fist before grinning down at her.
She shakes her head. “Seriously! We—” My mouth collides with hers, finally shutting her up and my fingers find her nipple. I pull on it roughly and twist, just as her back arches off the bed. A slight moan leaves her, and I slam my hand over her lips to shut her up. Her doe eyes peer up at me, and goddamn, that was a sight to see. I bring my finger to my mouth to hush her, and then jack knife off the bed in search of some shit.
She leans up onto her elbow and questions me with wide eyes.
I throw her a smirk, then pull open her drawers in my search. Coming back a few minutes later, equipped with what I needed, a washcloth and duct tape. When her eyes land on the items in my hand, the shaking of her head intensifies. “No! Nope,” she mouths, shaking her head while retreating backward up the mattress.
I drop the items onto the bed, grab her ankles and yank her back down. She bites down on her arm to stop herself from laughing, and I remove my shirt, her eyes going straight to my chest. She hasn’t asked me once about my ink. Usually, I get a hundred questions about every single one. We’d be here a long fucking time because I was covered, but the one that always gets asked about is the upside down cross under my eye. That is until I remove my shirt and you see a whole jacket of demonic twists and otherworldly hybrid art pieces. None of them mean anything more than I fucking wanted them so I fucking got ‘em. Except the cross under my eye. Yeah, that meant somethin’. I pull her G-string and throw it off the bed. Her eyes fly to my belt in excitement, so I remove it, the knife holster that’s connected to it falling too. Flicking my button undone on my jeans, I crawl up her body as she lays back down, her eyes searching mine.
Tapping on her mouth, my lip kicks up lazily. She gazes up at me, and then pauses, her finger coming up. She points to herself. “I have an idea! To help.”
She reaches for the remote control on the bedside table and hits play. Music starts playing from her sound dock, and I shrug. Yeah, guess it’ll help. A rapper and a chick singing something about Him and I. Fucking fitting. I’ll ask her who sings it later. Focusing down on her nakedness, every inch of her lean body was toned, without being skinny toned. She was curvy toned. The girl had enough ass to feed me for weeks. I tap at her chin, and her eyes stay on mine as she slowly opens her mouth, giving me access.
I grin. Good girl. Putting the cloth into her mouth, I grab the silver duct tape and pull on it, stretching it over her mouth. The sight alone has my dick fucking throbbing in my pants. A hiss comes through my teeth as I grind my groin into her and watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head. Tugging my jeans down, and then my briefs, I lean back on my knees, gripping onto her thighs and spreading her wider and wider, before running my hands up her soft flesh. Her back arches off the bed, her perfect teardrop tits yearning for me to suck them into my mouth. I grab my cock in my hand, rubbing the tip while spreading my pre-cum over my full length. Her eyes watch my hands in fascination, her hips rolling. Fuck. This is hard, the no talking shit. I lean down and drop my lips to her pussy, spreading her wide open with my tongue. Circling it slowly, I put one hand on her stomach and wrap the other around her upper thigh, keeping me balanced. With that hand, I press the cushion of my thumb to her clit and bring my tongue down to her tight little entrance. The only fucking person who has had their dick in here is me. And that’s how I intend it to stay. Sinking my tongue into her, I feel her walls contract around my tongue, clenching to it like a fucking clamp. Fucking demanding but feisty pussy, just like its owner. I retract my tongue, and then push it back in again, keeping the same hard strum on her clit. Keeping the pace slow but heavy, I stay at it, giving her everything, and it isn’t long before her pussy is throbbing against my tongue, her clit is tingling against the cushion on my thumb and her cum is dripping down my chin. Her body jerks under my touch, and once I feel it disappear a little, I get up and crawl over her body until she’s directly underneath me. Sweat beads around her eyebrows and her hairline, her eyes weak and heavy from her pleasure.
“Fuck you’re beautiful,” I whisper, and then lean down to her ear. “And you’re also mine.” I slide my dick inside of her until my pelvic bone collides with hers. Circling in deep, while thrusting her clit, I pull back and then sink into her again. Propping myself up to get a better view of her. Her eyes stay on mine, and her hands continue moving on my back. I grab at them and slam them above her head, all while grinding into her. Her eyes start rolling to the back of her head again as her hips push back into mine. I can sense she wants it fast and hard, but I ain’t ready. Leaving my hands clamped around hers to keep them above her head, I dip my head down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. A throaty muffled groan vibrates out of her taped mouth, so I bite down on her nipple, a little too roughly because it draws blood. The tang of metallic jolts me alive, and I suck in a breath, licking around my lips to get any blood residue off. I groan deep and low, not enough to be heard over the song, but enough for her to hear, before thrusting into her again, sucking that same nipple into my mouth. She tastes just as sweet as I remember from that first night. Pure, with a hint of crazy, or crazy with a hint of pure, I’m still trying to figure her out.
Sweat layers every inch of my skin as I continue to ride her at the same pace. Beads of my sweat drip down onto her face, but her eyes stay on mine, completely focused on just her and I. I can feel something start to shift between us right then and there, and I don’t like it. It’s too intimate. I lean down, suck on her neck, the part near her collarbone, push up, wrap my hands around her upper thighs and flip her onto her stomach in one movement. Gripping onto her hipbones, I spread her knees wider and position myself between her legs. Pushing her into me, my dick sinks deep again, and she clenches around me like she’s afraid I’ll leave. Her arms tighten around my neck, and her legs squeeze around my waist, but I pull back and then continue to pound into her. Each thrust is ruthless. I grip one hand on her hip, hard enough to leave a bruise, and bring my other up to her nipple, twisting it. Her back arches and she throws her head back, so I tug on it with my free hand, wrapping her hair around my fist while yanking her head backward to push her harder into my cock.
The loud slapping of sweaty flesh is enough to be heard over the song, but neither of us gave a fuck because all that mattered in that very moment was us. I picked my pace up again, the tip of my cock colliding with her cervix, then I let go of her hip, slapped her ass cheek hard enough that my palm stung, and we both came undone together, intertwined with each other. Her pussy milked my cock for every drop before she flops onto the mattress in a daze. I fall down beside her, reaching for my jeans to grab my smokes. Getting one o
ut with my lighter, I spark it up. She was tossing the duct tape and gag to the other side of the room when I blew out a thick cloud of smoke into her face while laying back down.
Her eyes narrow and I can’t help that chuckle that escapes me. She looks fucking cute, but well fucked. Thoughts briefly flash through my head about her and Chase, you know, whether or not he had made her look the way she did during one of their—whatever the fuck it was that they had done— and I don’t fucking like the nudge it gives me. Interesting.
She nods toward the bathroom and I get up, throw my jeans back on and watch as she walks her peachy naked ass into the little room. I slide in behind her and she turns to face me, turning the tap on to drown out our voices. “That cannot happen again.”
I leave the smoke in my mouth and unzip my pants, shooting for the bowl. “Why?” I ask, taking a piss.
She didn’t even question what I was doing, or it just didn’t bother her. She was used to my shit, and I hers. Sometimes. Other times, I wasn’t used to her shit and I wanted to kill her.
“Because you’re fucking having sex with a woman, literally, twice my age, and I have my ex across from me declaring his undying love for me—”she pauses, and glances at the watch on her hand—“and in precisely one hour, I have to go on a killing spree. So, if you don’t mind, I cannot have this happen again.”
I wash my hands and then take the smoke out of my mouth, putting the toilet seat down. “Can you put some fucking clothes on, so I don’t fuck you up against the wall.”
She glances down at herself briefly and then blushes. “Oh, shit.”
Cute. Cute as fuck. In the cute way that a fucking lioness is. She looks cute and fluffy from a distance, but don’t get close or she’ll eat you.
She wraps a silk nightie around herself.
I tilt my head. “Yeah, that’s not helping either.”
She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Frost, I’m serious. I can’t get emotionally vested in you.”
As much as I want to fight what she is saying, I know it’s true. I agree. She can’t, and shouldn’t, because I’d fucking break her heart.
“Are you?” I ask, gazing up at her in question while tossing the towel onto the floor.
“Am I, what?” she snaps, and she’s really gotta stop being so fucking feisty because it won’t do her any favors. Unless she favors walking around with a sore ass for weeks on end.
“Are you emotionally vested in me.”
“Oh.” Her hands drop to her sides, then she exhales in defeat. “Sort of. I think. I’m many things, but I’m not a liar, so yes, I think I am invested in you.”
“Then you’re right.” I tilt her chin with my finger. “We can’t do this again.” Then I walk out of the bathroom, out of her apartment, and go straight to Ikea’s room. Something needs to change for this to move faster, and I know what I have to do to make Ikea’s wall drop for me. Her final wall.
Chapter 14
ELLA
“Stop here,” I mutter, zipping up my leather jacket. Before I got here, I slicked my hair back in a tight ponytail and threw on tight black jeans and leather jacket. I’m well aware how stealth I appear, but I don’t care. I’m feeling dark today, and haven’t said a single word, or even looked in Frost’s direction since our sexcapade earlier. Even my lips are a dark enough to suck the soul out of some poor person, with the burgundy shade they’re rocking right now. I turn to face Chase who is in the back seat of the van with me, wearing similar clothes, black leather jacket, and jeans. His hair is roused on his head and his eyes are etched in worry.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I snap at him, reaching for the door handle. Frost jumps out of the driver’s seat and walks around the van.
“You okay? You seem edgier than usual,” Chase answers smoothly, ignoring my obvious outburst.
I exhale, just as Frost slides the door open. He’s wearing his usual, too. Loose, yet tight fitting jeans, biker boots, and a casual white shirt.
“I’m fine.” I finally lock eye contact with Frost. “Just filled with regret.”
Frost scoffs, then glares at Chase. “Hurry up.”
Chase gets out of the car and reaches into his pocket. “Here.” He hands me a small iPod shuffle with little wireless ear pods.
I take them from him, smiling. “Thank you.”
He shrugs. “No problem.”
I put the pods in my ears. “But how do you know?”
Chase searches my features. “There’s a lot I know.”
I divert my attention to Frost, catching him glaring at Chase. “It’s one of my rituals. I do my numbers with music. Helps me relax and focus.”
Frost brings his attention to me and then saunters forward. “Let’s get this over with.”
I grin, flicking through the iPod. Chase follows my line of sight then mutters, “’Savage’ by Whethan?”
“What can I say.” I wink at him. “Blood turns me on.” I don’t see Frost stop until I bang into a massive wall of muscle, just as I’m putting the other ear pod in.
Frost snatches the iPod off me.
“What the—”
He shoots me a glare, shutting me up instantly, then keeps scrolling, before handing it back to me. “Necromancer” by Gnarls Barkley is now up in the queue.
“Seriously?” I’m a little bit impressed with his wit.
Frost laughs. “Think you know the answer to that.”
We break through the front doors just as Chase pulls out his gun.
“You know, I was kinda hoping to go with a softer effect, cut the collateral damage in half?” I whisper loudly, but my eyes fly around the area to stay on high alert.
Chase shrugs. “Why, these fuckers don’t care.”
I cock my head. “These ‘fuckers’ are good people. Well, some of them. I know them, have known some of them all my life.”
Chase drops his arm. “Ok, fine, sorry.”
Frost shakes his head, pulling out his knife. “Fucking pussy.”
Chase’s face drops to a bored expression. “Well, this should be fun.”
“Romance story in the making,” I murmur, clicking my knuckles and shoving on my grappling gloves. We’re walking down the dusty dark corridor, heading for the door at the end when a woman walks through. She starts to scream, and just as I’m about to charge at her, Frost flicks his knife and it flies through the air, shanking her right between the eyes.
“Hate screamers.”
“Really?” I cock a brow in disbelief. “Coulda fooled me.”
He yanks the knife out of her head, dark blood spilling out of the deep incision. “Actually, you should know. Seen as you were the one gagged last night while getting severely fucked. How’s the girls this morning? Still bleeding?”
Chase sucks in a breath beside me. “Got to be fucking kidding.”
I shoulder barge past Frost to go ahead of him. Might be able to save a few people if I see them first since Mr. Jekyll back there can’t contain his killing. Shoving open the door, two bodyguards are standing outside of a couple rooms. They see us, and the one closest to me reaches for his gun, but I elbow him in the face, spin around and roundhouse kick him to the side of the head. Reaching into his pocket, I pull out his gun and shove it into the back of my pants. I turn to see Frost cleaning off his knife on his white shirt, so I lean to the side to look around him, catching the other bodyguard slouched over, clutching his throat with blood seeping through his fingertips, literally choking on death.
“Really?” I deadpan. “You can’t give them a flesh wound? You have to off them?”
“That’s what I’m here for.”
I ignore him as we carry on, opening each door to sleeping babies tucked in their cribs.
Frost comes in from behind me, his breath falling over the nape of my neck. “Let’s go.”
“You still want six kids, Lala?” Chase laughs, falling into step behind us.
Frost snides, looking through each door. “Fuck that, and Lala? Reall
y?”
Chase shrugs.
I carry on, but answer, “No. I don’t want any now.”
Reaching another door at the end of the corridor, I push it open to find it empty. “I know where she is. She’ll be in the auditorium. It’s where their officers are. Try not to kill anyone you don’t need to kill.” Then I push play on my iPod, as Savage starts playing. Everything is zoned out now, reality, the boys. They don’t exist. It’s just me, my music, and my red zones. I stay focused and pick up my speed, heading the back way to get to the auditorium. I don’t know what Frost and Chase are doing behind me, and I no longer care. I’ve come for one thing and one thing only, to kill. I boost to a jog once we hit the back boiler room and come to an emergency fire exit to the auditorium. Pulling out the gun from the back of my waist, I aim it toward the lock and shoot a few times until the heavy unlink of it falls, then I kick the door open, shoving the gun back into my pants. The auditorium is filled with people, and it’s obvious the majority of them scattered when they heard the gunshots, but it only took me a second to find nun Nancy, and fuck me if I hadn’t been waiting for this day. She’s the reason so much shit happened to Beast, and to many others. She’s as heartless as I am soulless, and when her eyes lock onto mine, I see understanding flash through her aged specs.
I grin and saunter straight toward her, ignoring everything else that was going on behind me. Someone came at me from the right, but I caught their shadow on the corner of my eye, before remaining focused on Nun Nancy. “Necromancer” from Gnarls Barkley starts playing and my heart rate thuds in my chest. Every fiber of my being is on an astronomical level of alert, but every inch of my body is hungry for Frost. I really need to get him out of my head, then maybe I can make the first semester of NYU. I twist my body and hook the intruder straight in the head, but again, my eyes remain on Nancy.
She stands, her shoulders back and firm. She mouths off something, but I can’t hear her, so I just smirk, grip her head once I finally reach her, and twist until the crack of her neck breaking vibrates over the palm of my hand. I toss her lifeless body to the ground and then spin around. Target eliminated.
