Chapter 46

Early in the morning, I make myself a glass of water in the dimly lit kitchen, adding a few ice cubes. The first light of dawn barely pierces through the windows as Soul strolls in, slumping into a chair behind me with a big yawn.

"Where the fuck were you last night?" he asks, his voice gruff with tiredness.

I side-eye him, taking a sip of my water before turning around to face him. "I was with Noir," I finally answer.

His arms freeze midair, disbelief etched across his face. "What the fuck are you talking about, Hell?"

"She's upstairs asleep."

He shakes his head once, almost shocked. "No fucking way."

I nod, my expression deadly serious. "I'm not lying."

"How the fuck?"

I shrug, leaning back against the counter. "She thought it would be easier if Kyro believed she was dead."

He raises an eyebrow, sitting back in his chair, trying to process the information. "And what do you believe?"

"I guess it has. He's been acting more careless with his locations, thinking he's gotten away with shit," I reply, my words laced with agitation. He nods, and I continue, "The Shadows want him dead for raiding Oddity, and they are setting him up tonight."

"How?" he asks, his tone now full of intrigue.

I lean forward, my eyes locking onto his. "He's going to see them tonight to ask for mercy, but on the way there, we will fucking ambush him. Get the Dark Night crew together with all their ruthless weapons. We war at eight pm."

Soul's green eyes glint with murder, a devilish smile spreading across his face as he absorbs my words. I start to think about when I told my brothers that Noir killed Haze and how I chose her. Their reaction was exactly what I expected. Nothing. We always have each other's backs, no matter what. Our bond is unbreakable. Me, Soul, and Wrath—the true Hollow's—have proven our power time and time again. I trust their loyalty and decisions without question, just as they trust mine. No one comes between us. No one ever will. Together, we're a force.

I stand, keeping my gaze fixed on Soul's. "Tonight, Kyro fucking dies in the most inhumane way possible," I promise. I lift my glass of water off the table, the ice clinking softly against it, and head back upstairs.

When I step into my bedroom, I pause to take in the sight of Dolly, still peacefully asleep on her back, one of her arms draped above her head, her face turned slightly to the side. I gently close the door, trying not to wake her, because she's so fucking pretty when she sleeps. I stand at the end of the bed, taking a sip of water, my eyes trailing over her, the outline of her naked body visible beneath the silk sheet.

My brow raises, my mind stirring with wicked thoughts as it always does when she is this fucking vulnerable. The urge to crush her lifeless body beneath me enters my crazed mind. I slowly walk around the bed before placing the glass of iced water down, then move back to where I was and reach down, taking a handful of the sheet, feeling the soft texture against my palm. I start to drag it down her body gradually, each slow tug revealing her perfect shape to me.

The satin material glides smoothly over the mounds of her breasts until her pierced nipples and stomach come into view. I devour her with wild eyes when her cunt is exposed, her leg turned outward, giving me a beautiful view.

My dick grows firm and painfully heavy in my boxers, a throb pulsing through it. I slip my hand inside, getting a good grip, my precum coating my skin. When I gently release the sheet and stand upright, she stirs with a soft moan, turning her head to the other side, but her position doesn't shift. I ease my boxers down my legs, then stroke myself, the hunger mounting inside me to fuck her while she's asleep.

I carefully kneel on the bed, dipping my head, and ghosting my mouth over her flesh as I trail up her inner thigh. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps the higher I get until my lips are hovering above her pussy. I inhale her sweet, intoxicating scent, my grip strengthening on my shaft, and my eyes roll back. I lower my head further, my breath hot against her skin, and I press a soft kiss to the scars on her thigh, but she doesn't wake, clearly in a deep sleep.

My hand moves faster on my dick, the need to be inside her now overwhelming. I position myself between her legs, one hand beside her head, and reach over to scoop out an ice cube. I place it on my fingertips before sliding them and the ice inside her pussy without warning. As soon as she takes a sharp inhale, her legs tensing, I force my cock straight in after with one smooth stroke. I feel her clenched walls along my piercings, and she releases a big gasp.

The sensation of her cold cunt enveloping my length instantly fills me with the twisted illusion that she could be dead beneath me, and my eyes slowly close, relishing the feeling.

When I gaze down at her once more, she is now breathing heavily, her eyelids fluttering, trying to make sense of what is happening while still dazed and half asleep. As I lower my mouth to her ear, I draw back to the tip and thrust back inside her with a groan, my balls tightening.

"Play dead for me, Dolly," I demand breathlessly, my arousal evident in my strained tone.

I notice she bites her bottom lip before she falls limp, giving me exactly what I desire, like the deranged good girl she is. I take her arms and lie them down beside her, positioning her as I see fit. With her face turned to the side, I lick my tongue up her cheek with a growl before staring down at her, starting to fuck her. I burying my shaft as far as I can get myself and I know I am not going to last fucking long, I can already feel that pathetic tingle shooting through me, a wave of pleasure building with each thrust. Her lifeless form beneath me, her tits bouncing with every movement, drives me fucking wild.

I lose myself in the rhythm, brutally screwing her cunt, my hips slamming against hers as she lays ridged. The room fills with the sounds of our bodies colliding, the iced water slurping up and down my rock-hard length, and my own ragged breaths.

As I sink my teeth into her neck, I feel the climax approaching and when it strikes, the sensation rocks my entire body, my eyes rolling back as I let out a loud growl. I cum deep inside her, my warm juice mixing with the ice-cold liquid in her pussy.

Losing my mind, I pull out swiftly, flipping her onto her front, and she rolls like a rag doll. I grab the back of her hair, lifting it and pressing her face down into the pillow. With my hand on the back of her head, pushing, I use my knees to spread her legs high and wide beside her. When I'm satisfied, I reach over again, scooping out another ice cube and slide it into her asshole.

I force it all the way in with my finger, then creep down her body. As soon as I'm low enough, I spread her ass wide with my hands, admiring her little pink ring, then dip down and start eating her out. I devour her violently, sucking the cold water out of her and viciously use my teeth to gnaw, madly wanting to be buried deep inside, to live inside. The stillness of her body, how she remains motionless and doesn't make a sound while I violate her, pushes me to the verge of madness and I grip her ass cheeks tighter, my fingers digging into her flesh as I feast. My tongue plunges inside, swirling and exploring, tasting, and sliding against her walls. I growl against her skin as her muscles yield, allowing me to lick deeper with each thrust.

I pull back, giving a sharp spit before driving my tongue in deep one last time, then rise. I move up her body, taking a handful of her hair and yanking her head back. As I gaze down at her face, her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and I take my solid cock, guiding it into her asshole.

I force my cock inside her with one hard thrust, noticing her brows pinch ever so slightly, a breath escaping her lips, but she continues to play the dead game for me, heightening my disturbed arousal. I gather her hair into a ponytail, wrapping it around my fist, pulling and pressing it against her back. My other hand finds the headboard above us, gripping tightly as I start to fuck her cold hole with deep, slow thrusts. My eyes don't leave her face, picturing her dead beneath me, and I am doing unholy things to her body.

My thrusts grow rapidly over time, and soon I am slamming into her so fucking deep that her cheeks slap against my hips. When I finally cum, I growl against her lips, before panting against them.

"Good dead, Little Dolly," I whisper breathlessly.

I don't stop, knowing she must be close, and she's held on for my own sick enjoyment.

"Open your eyes," I order.

They fly open, and she looks straight into mine. I smile which she returns before I plunge my tongue into her mouth, and she moans while sucking on it. I fuck her cum-filled asshole ruthlessly until she explodes, a scream tearing from her throat. I slow down as she pulses around me, then, unable to hold myself up any longer, I collapse on top of her, the force of my weight knocking the wind out of her lungs.

I pull her with me as I roll onto the bed beside her, and she cuddles into my side.

"Tonight's the night, Noir." I state, still trying to gather my breath.

She lifts her head with a smile, and I can see the happiness in her eyes. She's finally feeling free of her past and seeing her like this makes me want to do everything I can to fucking keep it that way. She'll only ever feel the cold metal of chains again when it's under my control, knowing she's safe and can be freed whenever she needs to be. After I give her pussy a good fucking beforehand, of course.