by Tilly Greene
“Oh no, was one of the girls a daughter or relative of yours?” She stepped around the dangling man whose face she’d been carving and put a comforting hand on his arm.
“This idiot,” he stated while giving their moaning captive a good shake, “has caused me and others problems, big problems, and I’m done putting up with it. I had my own plans to deal with him tonight, but then you were there and I couldn’t risk you getting hurt. I like you, a lot, and hated seeing you deal with him at the pub. By the way, how is your hand?”
Ella had forgotten about the gash in her hand and looked down at the wrapping. Unwinding the folded paper towel, she found the wound barely oozed and no longer hurt.
“It’s fine,” she told him and gripped her hand around the towel. Squinting, she tried to see him in the dark, but there was enough moonlight to know he was enthralled by her, as she was with him. “I also like you, Sean, a lot.”
“Really?” His lips spread into a gorgeous smile and he flashed a mouth full of white teeth. “Then I suggest we take this psycho back to my place and share the punishment. Once we finish throwing away the trash, shall we see where our mutual liking takes us?”
“Sounds like a plan.” She was excited by the vague offer. Sharing the punishment was weird, but it was the thought of what might happen afterwards that had her pussy pulsating with need. Maybe one of her fantasies starring Sean would come true. “Do you live nearby?”
“Down at the end of Arguments Yard.” Her killing partner offered the information on a confident, almost happy note. The tone seemed strange considering they were about to kill a man. Then again, she had no qualms about ridding the world of Josh, either.
She had almost forgotten about the third person with them, but Sean hadn’t. He set the other man’s feet on the ground and punched him in the nose. Instantly he started to crumble and bent down to take the man over his shoulder. From there it turned into a surreal date. He held out a hand and she took hold of it. Hand in hand, they walked through the square, down Sandgate, and turned left down a little passage. They stopped before a black door with nothing more than a handle and they went inside.
“What a stunning view of the harbor,” she whispered in awe. Ella was overwhelmed by where Sean lived. The inside was dark and modern, kind of like him, but the wall to floor to ceiling windows held her attention.
“It’s been in the family for ages. Come on, let’s go downstairs and get started. Remember, at any time you can step back and I’ll finish him off, otherwise killing this piece of rubbish is in your hands.” The confidence she heard in his voice gave her own a boost, but her nerves remained unsettled. It wasn’t everyday she decided to kill someone, much less with a partner who turned her lust on high whenever he was near.
The walk to his place had taken the bloodlust she’d been feeling down a few notches, but it was still there like an itch she needed to scratch.
The cellar had no windows and smelled musty. She couldn’t see anything, but heard Sean drop the other man on the floor with a thump. A chain was tugged and a light bulb sputtered on. The floor was cement and there was a metal table, a few cabinets, and a couple of wooden canoes and paddles stood against a wall. There was also an old furnace in the back corner along with a large sink and countertops running along the side with shelves and drawers beneath.
“Were your family fishermen? This place looks kitted out for bringing in fish and cleaning them for market.” She pulled open a drawer and found a variety of knives, another held line, a third hooks, and the wall was covered with lengths and lengths of net.
“Pretty much,” he confirmed as he tied Josh’s wrists together, and stretched the unconscious man’s arms above his head to a beam stretching the width of the house. It was a matter of fact process, leaving her with no reaction other than pleased to see him unable to move.
Ella wanted to feel disgusted or appalled, but there was nothing other than that hitch of excitement sitting at the back of her throat.
A startled scream jolted her back to the present. She found Josh, hanging naked and dripping with water. Sean dropped a bucket and walked over to drape an arm around her shoulders.
“Okay, flower, he’s all yours.”
She had no idea what to do, and looked up into the most beautiful grey eyes she’d ever seen. They had flecks that resembled ice chips and the longest black lashes surrounding them. He had a full head of lush black hair that was a little curly and hung down to his jawline. He was taller than her with broad shoulders, slim hips, and long legs. In the darkness of the pub, she’d thought the man handsome, but in the light he was beyond that, he was classically beautiful.
The man had her lust for him fighting with her need to kill Josh. Oh boy, she was in big trouble.
“Do you want me to do it?” Their captive screamed again and Sean stuffed his balled up underwear in his mouth and put a strip of duct tape to hold it in place.
She wasn’t sure what gave him away, but suddenly her eyes were opened to the fact he’d done this sort of thing before. Maybe it was the ease in which he handled her need to see the end of Josh, or how he knew what needed to be done to see the task completed with little hassle. The idea she was turned on by a killer didn’t intimidate her one bit, and that should have been a warning, but she ignored it as well.
“You’ve killed before, haven’t you?” There was no pause before he answered, ensuring she believed he spoke the truth.
“Yes, although never for fun. It isn’t an easy thing to do for anyone, but sometimes it’s a necessity. Honestly, I don’t expect you to be comfortable taking on such a difficult task. However you want to handle it, I’ll help, but don’t be mistaken in thinking he will walk away once we’re finished. He’s a dead man standing, all that remains to be decided is how and who metes out the final stroke.”
While she was thinking, he took his shirt off and hung it on a hook in the door. Like a gentleman, he helped take her coat off and hung it up as well.
“There’s no air down here and gets very hot, will you be offended if I strip down?”
“No, of course not,” she whispered and watched him take off his clothes. The heat she felt seared her nerves upon seeing him naked. Sweat trickled down between her breasts as she determined his ass was two delightful balls of taut flesh that begged to be stroked. She couldn’t look away from them. When he turned around, Ella was caught off guard, unprepared for the sight of his cock…his pierced cock.
Was he the man she’d heard about? One who had a wickedly orgasmic bite to go along with a pierced cock?
“Sorry, it’s not something I can control when around a beautiful woman who excites me.” Sean took his thick hard length in hand and stroked it as he walked over to stand at her side. Taking the bloodied paper towel from her hand, he pressed a heated kiss to the wounded palm and gently folded it closed. “Would you like me to put my pants back on?”
A negative shake of her head was the only answer she could give. The male body was interesting, but none had managed to turn her on like a switch like he had. She wanted him right then, and had to clench her fists to keep from reaching out to touch his silk-covered steel rod. The piercing, two large silver balls on the top and bottom of the crown, looked intriguing.
“Would you like to touch it?” He posed the question on a seductive note and she was ready to do just that.
Of course she wanted to touch him. She wanted lick him, take his flesh in her hand and swirl her tongue around the head, tease the beads with the tip, and finally fuck him with her mouth. To hear him moan while his hands were buried in her hair, trying hard not to control her speed, would surely make her cum. She wanted all of it and the need for more from him rushed through her head while she tried to catch a breath of air.
She reached out and ran a fingertip over his cock until she reached the first bead. Hearing him inhale sharply, she looked up to make sure she hadn’t hurt him. Holding his sexy grey eyes hostage, she slowly circled the ball a few times before she moved he
r finger around the balls to treat the bead on the underside of his cock to the same teasing touch. Watching his mouth open a little bit, she smiled and used her thumb to wipe a droplet of seed that had escaped.
“Ella?”
Night after night Sean came into her dreams and took her as none other had before. She was in no hurry to satisfy her curiosity about the real man now that she had him in hand. While their gazes were still connected, she lifted her finger to her mouth and tasted him.
With a hum of delight, she let him know where her mind and body had traveled, and what she wanted.
“Shit! Do you know what you’re asking for when you do something like that?” He’d gripped her hips and held her against his hard body.
The man was way out of her league, and yet she believed she could have him eating out the palm of her hand. Was that what she wanted? Absolutely! But, there was always a but when it came to a sin-filled treat. The question she had to answer was whether the price to be paid would be too steep. Delaying the inevitable was the best she could do at that moment, and she had the perfect reason to pause—killing Josh.
“Yes, and I want that and more, only, well, I’m afraid.” Honesty had worked for her so far, but it wasn’t always easy to share and her voice reflected the hesitation of doubt.
“I frighten you? No way! You’re one of the strongest women I know,” Sean said with total, unwavering assurance.
“You’re beyond me, Sean. Handsome, exciting, and I’m sure sexually experienced well beyond my dreams. You’ll leave me in a heartbeat.”
“What makes you think I won’t stay?” Surprise marked his face and words.
“Because you never have before,” she reminded him as she reluctantly released his cock and took a step back. Putting the space between them gave her a chance to take a breath and rejoin reality.
Facial expressions allowed a person to read another, maybe glimpse what they were thinking, but Sean offered her no help. His face was beautifully blank, although his eyes gave her hope he wasn’t done with her yet. The grey irises were fierce and he gave a brief nod, but his words took her breath away.
“And I see you as a woman more than able to hold onto me.” To punctuate his claim, Sean leaned down and pressed a kiss on her lips. There was no sharing in the touch, nothing gentle. He took her needs even further than where they’d been, and then opened her lips with his tongue and shared her passion with him.
Strong? She wasn’t strong. If he wasn’t holding her up, she’d be a puddle on the floor, begging him to fuck her.
Time seemed to have stopped, but really only a few minutes had passed. Gasping for air, she felt his hands holding her up and only his mouth had gone. She was right to be afraid of him, but wasn’t sure she’d be able to deny him again. While she secretly hoped there was another passionate explosion between them, mentally she accepted the fact she was his to do with whatever he wanted. Her body throbbed for him and his touch.
“I’m not patient, Ella. Don’t make me wait too long,” he confided as he captured her lower lip between his teeth and tugged.
Holding her hand, he walked over to the man hanging naked from the beam. There was nothing enticing about him or his body. Immediately her anger at what he’d done once again pushed forward and demanded justice.
Upon first meeting him, she’d thought Josh a pretty boy with an ego to match that marked him a harmless jerk, but it turned out he was much more than that—he was a sick bastard. A favored book series had opened young girls to a new world, which was wonderful. Unfortunately, he’d taken their curiosity and used it to take what he wanted from them. Reading and falling into a good book was a joy not everyone could do, but they had and most likely wouldn’t ever again.
Being a nurse meant she wanted to heal people, take their pain away, but the thing dangling in front of her wouldn’t escape that easily. She wanted him to know why he was going to die and to feel pain before he went to Hell.
She used the tip of the claw to draw a line from the center of his chest down to his soft dick. His eyes opened and she heard the muffled shriek. The red line ran down to his groin and she found it tantalizing.
Pushing the tip into his tender flesh felt good and she felt her nipples bead up with excitement. The pleasure grew further when she slashed the buried point downward and watched a spurt of blood push out before it slowly oozed out to get lost in his hair.
While accepting slashing made nice strips of red, she thought the pokes and gouges were much more satisfying. She ignored no limb or appendage and was happiest when she saw tears mixing with the blood she’d drawn on his face.
Pausing, she took a breath and looked down. She saw nothing but his blood on her t-shirt and tried to push the sea of bile back down. She wanted no part of him touching her, it made her sick. Gagging and gasping for clean air at the same time, Ella quickly stripped down until she wore nothing. Once free of any trace of him, she told him why she was going to kill him, and why she would feel no remorse or regret.
“You are the worst lump of life, but because you have small resemblance to humans, I’ll tell you why I want you to die,” she started off quietly. “My niece was one of your victims and she couldn’t bear to draw another breath after what you’d done to her.” Walking toward him, she stopped less than a foot from him.
“She kissed her parents goodnight, went up to her room, and hung herself. She was fourteen, a child!” She screamed and cut him. “You destroyed her with your vile games. You piece of worthless filth.”
Fiercely she ran the sharp tip across his body and drew more blood. “I started working at the pub to see if it was true. If you were you the one who preyed on young girls’ interests in a character from a book and pretended to be a vampire in order to violate and ruin them.”
Anger blinded her as she worked furiously to rip his flesh to shreds, but he was still alive, breathing and looking at her with eyes filled with pain. It wasn’t enough, and she pressed the claw tip against his carotid artery to finally kill him, but her hand slipped down his chest before she could take the final cut.
Sweating and crying, and physically spent, she tried again to take that last strike and failed. She was so angry that she couldn’t follow through, somehow she’d become weak and unable to finish. Only then, when she had nothing more to give, did Sean step forward.
Muscular arms that felt able to crush her in a heartbeat gently wrapped around her and held her close to his hard body. It was odd, but she felt his strength easing into her body through his presence and words.
“Together. We’ll kill him together,” he whispered in her ear. Sean lifted his left arm while holding her wrist and rested the claw tip where she’d left surface scratches. “Tell me when and we’ll do this as one.”
He held her hand firm and steady, ready to help her take the final stroke. There was no regret or second thoughts. She took a deep breath, looked at Josh hanging there covered in blood, and she was ready to finish it.
“Now!” She shouted and felt his muscles tighten as he pushed her finger into the man’s throat and dragged it through the artery. Ella saw a flash of red spraying from his neck before Sean’s hand moved up to cover her eyes. Why hadn’t she thought of wearing protection? Leaning her head back against his chest, she waited until his hand fell away.
There was no need for her to see the violent spray of blood, not anymore. She was done thinking about the thing hanging in front of them, her thoughts had already moved on to the hunk that’d helped her with the final slash.
Turning around to face him, she was ready to thank him and ask that he take her, but she couldn’t say a word.
His face was covered in blood and she assumed hers was as well, but that wasn’t what robbed her of words. Sean’s mouth was open enough to expose unbelievably sharp canines that looked like they could shred her flesh from its bones. Stunned speechless, she looked down at the palm of her right hand he’d kissed earlier and the cut no longer oozed blood.
He’s a v
ampire?
Gazing up at his face, cold blank features greeted her, but the eyes spoke enough of what he was feeling—lust. Neither the teeth nor the blood and sweat had turned her needs off, just the opposite. Reaching out, she laid a hand against his chest and slid it down through the moist mixture until her fingers encircled his cock. He was hard as stone and she wanted him as much as he seemed to want her, but there was a question he had to answer first.
Slowly he thrust his steely flesh in and out of her loose hold and she tried to keep her head in the present long enough to ask.
“Are you a vampire?” She wanted to hear him say it, but unfortunately she couldn’t wait for the answer a second longer.
Sean was saying something, but she heard none of it as she pushed him up against one of the counters. After trying to climb onto him and failing, he lifted her up and rested her on his thick hard-on. With her legs wrapped around his hips, she moaned with delight as he slowly helped her slide down until she felt filled with him. She cried out as the silver beads teased the nerve endings in her pussy. Their pleasure in each other was overwhelming.
Sitting on him with his hard-on buried deep inside her, she wallowed in the pleasure of each throb of his cock that pulsed through her body like a beacon. Sean opened his mouth over her nipple and swirled his tongue around the hard fleshy tip while the points of his eye teeth pressed into her flesh. The touch was sweet and almost loving. She thrust her chest out further for more, only he denied her and tightly pinched her clit.
Before she could catch a breath, he suckled gently on her breast and she screamed while he tauntingly twisted her excited nub. He filled her pussy with his pierced cock and treated her body to both gentle and fierce touches, the mixture of which had her climaxing.
The release snuck up on her and had been beyond dream worthy. With her eyes closed, she smiled and couldn’t wait for whatever came next.
With her next breath she was on her back and Sean’s cock was buried deep inside her body. Their hands were clasped together and rested above her head. Being tied up and unable to move was usually the only way she found a release. What would happen when the man who made her cum without tying her up held her captive?
