50. Angel

Maybe this will be the final step to show Messiah that I am a fucked up human being. Using his phone, I order some baking supplies while he lifts Mark into a chair and secures him in it. The cop's eyes move between the both of us. If he was investigating the murders alongside Messiah, I am sure he is well aware of what is about to be done to him. But since he is the last, and was the hardest to find, I am going to make sure to savor this moment.

Once the groceries are delivered, I go into the kitchen and get to work. Messiah eyes the ingredients on the counter, obviously wondering what it is I am thinking.

"I need his dick," I tell him.

"Okay," he replies slowly.

I look at him, waiting a moment as he gazes back at me before nodding my head toward the living room. "Go get it."

He chuckles, leaning forward as he places his palms on the counter. "Baby. Really?"

"You want to hurt him. I want to hurt him. Now, man up and go cut that guy's dick off and bring it to me." I pout my bottom lip out and flutter my eyelashes at him. "Please?"

"Fuck it."

He turns toward the living room and I smile triumphantly as I continue to chop carrots.

"I love you!" I call.

"I love you too, Baby," he calls back. As I begin to slice an onion I hear him mumble, "Lunatic."

The sound of my own humming in my ears doesn't drown out the muffled screams coming from Mark. Before getting to business, Messiah turned on the laptop and turned the volume all the way up as a crime documentary played. He should probably have picked horror to excuse the sound of screams, but we have all night to make it through a playlist of videos.

I finish dicing up the onion and begin slicing up the celery when Messiah appears around the corner. He has the bloody dick held up with two fingers and drops it with a wet splunk onto the counter.

"Five second rule," I tell him, sliding a plate toward him.

He grimaces as he grabs the cock again and sets it on a plate.

"Thank you," I smile, sliding the plate toward me.

Messiah doesn't question me as he paces between the living room and kitchen. When I start cutting up the penis he procured, he walks away, shaking out his shoulders.

"Just remember this if you ever dare to cheat on me!" I jokingly call after him.

"Baby, my dick doesn't get hard for other women. They would have to molest me," he responds.

The chef's knife I have isn't quite sharp enough to slice the flappy piece of meat. I grab the knife I used to murder the other guys and debate how finely I want to dice the main ingredient. Larger chunks may take some extra time to cook. I don't want the crust to burn. I decide to dice it as finely as I can manage. Penis really isn't very solid – or beefy – when it is dismembered. Once it is all mixed and ready, I pop the pie into the oven and set the timer.

Mark is slumped over in the chair, his head drooping down on his chest. Blood is dripping on the floor beneath him. We should have put down a towel. Messiah is sitting on the couch watching the documentary that is playing and I curl up next to him, looping his arm around me before wrapping my arm around his waist.

His attention keeps moving between the documentary and Mark. I can see the anger etched on his face, and he is trying to keep himself still as we sit there.

"What is wrong?" I ask.

"I trusted that fuck," he admits. "For years, I trusted this motherfucker. He was working with me to solve this. He –"

Leaning forward, I topple over in his lap as he reaches for his cigarettes again.

I too would have never guessed that the mastermind behind all of this was someone that was supposed to protect people like me. Did River ever even know? I try not to get lost in thoughts of my sister, they are too painful to face. More time needs to pass.

Messiah continues to fidget next to me and I finally lean up, running my tongue along the rim of his ear as I palm is dick.

"Play with me," I beg softly, peppering kisses along his neck.

"How long until the pie is done?"

"It takes a little bit."

He stays quiet as I turn his face toward me and kiss him. I know he wants it from the feel of his cock stiffening beneath his jeans.

Mark doesn't appear to be waking up anytime soon. I position myself in Messiah's lap and pull my shirt over my head. Since I was just sitting around the house, I am not wearing a bra, and his eyes instantly snap down to my perky nipples as I raise his hands to them.

"Touch me," I beg. "Fuck me."

"Filthy fucking Angel," he groans, pumping his groin up against me.

He sucks on my nipples as I unlace his pants. His cock springs out as soon as I push back the waistband of his boxers. He helps me slide off my shorts and I don't waste any time sliding onto the length of him. A satisfied moan escapes me as he fills me. I never would have thought I would want to feel a man again as much as I want to feel Messiah.

"Like that?" he asks, grinding me down against him.

A moan is my reply.

"Ride my cock, Angel," he purrs, kissing my neck.

I do just that. I gyrate my hips, rubbing my clit against his cock, as he moves me up and down his length. The slow pace we start in doesn't last and his hips begin to thrust up faster and harder. His pace grows fast enough that the only thing I can do is grip his shoulders and ride out the pace he is setting.

A possessed look fills his eyes as his pupils widen. Suddenly, I am moved sideways, and groan in disapproval as his cock slides out of me. Pushing me down against the couch, he lays himself over me and hangs my leg over his shoulder. I can't contain the shouts of pleasure that echo from my throat as he plunges into me. Each thrust is like a determining stroke to meld himself into my skin. And I want that. As much as I shouldn't and as much as I have avoided everyone else's touch – I want his.

When he kisses me, I suck his tongue into my mouth, causing him to moan as his hips buck harder.

"Messiah," I moan, feeling myself drawing close.

His shoulders tense as he draws closer. Arching my back, I press my clit more firmly against his body to get enough friction for me to fall over the edge with him. His hand holds tight to my leg as he sits up, plunging his cock into me at an angle that makes me explode instantly.

My back arches and I grip his arm as I ride out the wave. A few more pumps of his hips and he goes with me, groaning as he plunges into me – filling me with his come.

"Fuck, Baby," he sighs, running his hand down my torso.

Resting a hand on my forehead, I sigh in relief as I smile up at him.

The laptop next to us goes quiet and I turn my head to see that the episode is over. Just beyond the screen, I catch a glimpse of pale eyes watching us as Messiah lowers my leg.

"Perv," I snap, reaching down for my shirt and throwing it over my body.