30. Slippery When Bloody

She's a sight to behold. I thought I was obsessed with her at her lowest when I was degrading and manipulating her, but right now? She's savage. My pants become a few sizes too small when I see the vision before me. Her sex is slick with Zack's blood. Well, everything is slick with Zack's blood. It's everywhere. The water hose of his arteries is slowly drying up, and Monica looks like the red queen saturated in his life. Her head is thrown back in laughter when she successfully pops Zack's eyeballs from their sockets. When I didn't think she could be any more beautiful, she pulls them out, stretching out the optic nerve and tying them into a necklace.

The guys are ecstatic, screaming and clapping. These fuckers saw her naked without my permission. They stood here and watched her getting marked by someone that wasn't me. Are they drawn in by her violence, as am I? They are excited by the change of events, considering Zack's show is overplayed. He needed to be canceled. I can't blame them…but I can kill them. And I will. However, now isn't the time to deal with them.

I appreciate Finn, who ran to grab me. Luckily for him, he came for me when he realized it was her. Apparently it took him a bit since her gorgeous silver main is ruined with black dye. Maybe she didn't want me to find her after the last time I sent her date back to her in a body bag. But if that was true, she wouldn't have come back here.

Her chest heaves with the success of her destruction. Now would be a good time to intervene before she realizes exactly what she's done. The high she's riding is about to plummet and bring her with. Although she's more than dipped a toe into the pool of my depravity, I don't think she's ready to dive head first, which she definitely has. I don't want these fuckers witnessing this.

"Out!" I roar, pointing toward the door. "The show is over! And if any of you linger or think you have a shot with her, think again. I'll give you all a fate worse than Zack."

These people are disposable and are merely here to divide our drugs. They are perfect fodder for Zack's penchant for showing off. Brainless, spineless sheep that looked up to the false god that was Zack. Apparently Zak doesn't realize no god is worshiped here. Only Kings.

Finn gives me a curt nod before shutting the door behind him. I step lightly over to her as cautiously as possible so I don't startle her. She's straddling Zack's lifeless form while fingering her orbital necklace when one heavy misstep alerts her to my presence. Monica's head snaps up and her gaze collides with mine.

"You!" she roars before leaping from her position and running at me.

I'm nearly stunned to a standstill by her beauty and the crimson running down her pale skin. My dick throbs with a need to take her like this, soaked in another man's blood. I'm holding out my arms to catch her, but I'm not a complete idiot. I know she's coming to claw my eyes out next. Perhaps to wear as a matching pair of earrings? Then she's sliding in blood, and I act on instinct, grabbing her upper arms. The gore covering her is slick, and I have to keep readjusting my grip as she swings at me with her claws. I don't know what I expected her reaction to be, but I definitely wasn't expecting her to be furious. And not furious at me.

Is she mad that I stole her kill? Angry that I saved her? Or is it because I sent her date home in a body bag?

"Arghhh!" she screams, "This is all your fault."

I'm holding her an arm's length away and scrunch my brows in confusion. Why is she angry at me? "I told you the next guy would end up in pieces if he touched you."

The tension in her muscles eases slightly, and there's a playful gleam in her eyes. "What makes you think I care about him being in pieces? I only used him to get to you." She points her finger at my chest.

"Fuuuck me," I groan. My dick presses roughly against the zipper of my pants, dying to be released on this irresistible woman. I've been trying to stay away from her to sort out my own shit and to think clearly, but she's become my new drug. Nothing, and no one is as good as her. She fulfills every perverted fantasy I've ever had. She's one of a kind, and she's mine. I bend at the knees and hoist her up by the backs of her knees, wrapping her legs around my waist.

She screams at me, "Hey!" Her palms pressed against my chest before gripping my shirt for leverage. "What do you think you're doing? I'm not done yelling at you!"

"Giving you exactly what you need," I explain as I stride to a connected washroom, sitting her on the countertop beside the sink.

She scrunches her face, and her chest rises and falls in anticipation. There's a thick air around us that's filled with lust, passion, and longing. A heady concoction of need in this closed space. We've been apart for nearly two weeks, and our bodies instantly respond to each other like the long-lost lovers we are.

Her hands rest behind her on the counter, pushing her chest out, and I settle between her thighs. "Let's get one thing straight. The only way you'll ever get rid of me is if I'm dead." She spread open for me with thick, drying rivulets of crimson streaking her pale skin. My mouth is watering at the sight of her. I run a finger down the curve of her breast and take her nipple between my fingers, rolling it. Her head hangs back between her shoulder blades, effectively granting me access. I graze the column of her throat with my nose, starting just above her eyeball choker. I've missed her taste, scent, and being near her. When I reach her ear, I whisper, "But I would hope even in my demise, you would keep me hidden in your freezer and use me. Sit that pretty cunt on my lifeless cock." I nip her ear before giving it a soft lick. Her body trembles against me, and I continue, "Because I know if the tables were turned, I'd stuff your corpse full of my jizz that even the worms that feasted on you would contain my DNA."

"Jax," she breathes my name, which could almost be mistaken for a moan.

I trail a hand down her body as I crouch down on one knee. When I'm at the apex of her thighs, I run my thumbs over her pussy lips. She's gazing down at me over her breasts, which are rising and falling in rapid succession. Spreading her open for my viewing pleasure, a deep, satisfied groan escapes me. Before she can object, I take one long lick up from her ass to her clit. She inhales sharply. That slight hitch in her breathing has my dick throbbing, aching to be inside her, but instead I exercise control. Yes, this is me exercising control. I reach up and grab hold of her throat possessively, and her mouth opens slightly in shock. Gathering the saliva in my mouth, the blood from the guy I killed, and the sweet taste of her cunt into a delicious mixture, I spit it into her mouth. Her eyes widen instantly before she swallows, and I can feel her throat move against my palm.

"Is that what you wanted from me, Dead Girl? My admission that you're the only one for me?" I ask her.

My free hand goes to her clit, rubbing circles. She nods, speechless, and I let go of her to get back to work with my mouth, sucking and nipping at her sensitive bud. Her fingers intertwine in my hair, tugging on the strands. The increase in pain eggs me on to the finish line, knowing she's enjoying this. Then I add in my fingers, scissoring them to stretch her. Her thighs clamp around my head as she rides my face.

"Oh, god, Dr. King, please," she whimpers.

I whisper against her clit, "I know. I know. I've got you."

I hook my finger inside, rubbing slightly over her G-spot as I give her bud a suck hard enough to give a hickey. That makes her limbs quake, and she loses all ability to speak. ‘King' is the only word that slips past her lush lips. I keep going until her whole body goes lax. I stand, wrapping one arm behind her before she collapses against the mirror.

Her pebbled nipples point skyward, rocking slightly with each ragged intake. While she's catching her breath. Then, her dazed eyes meet mine.

"I went through all this for just one good pussy eating session?" she asks, pursing her lips.

Laughter rumbles through me at how brazen she's become. She smiles, and I'm once more transfixed by her beauty. Most would consider her grotesque at this moment, with the dried blood speckling her cheeks, resembling freckles, or the way the red drips down her body like paint on a canvas. The eyeballs tied together by the optic nerves around her neck act like a choker, making her look like a graveyard goddess. The Devil's Queen. My living dead girl.

"No, I think you did all of this to get answers, or you wouldn't have changed your hair and gotten mixed up with the wrong people," I explain, lifting her off the counter so she can stand in front of me. "But first, I need to fix you."

Her chin juts forward in defiance at me in the mirror. "But why?"

"Because I'll always be here to fix you."

"No." She turns, angling her body slightly at me. "Why didn't you come for me?"

I glide my tongue over the tip of my canine, contemplating how I should tell her what I've really been up to this whole time. Will she run and decide this is too much for her? This lifestyle isn't for everyone, regardless of where or how you grew up.

Shifting on the balls of my feet, I clear my throat. "My hands were tied," I pause, contemplating my words carefully, "If I tell you everything, you have to promise you won't cut and run. Especially when things get hard because if you do, I will have to kill you."

It pains me to say it, but it's not a lie. If she leaves me like everyone else has, I'll end up a wanted person on every news station because there's no way I'll let her be with anyone but me. I'll kill every man that crosses her path to get her back. Any man who ever thought they had a chance with her would end up dead and buried in her backyard.

I extend my hand to her, and my stomach twists in knots. "What do you say, my little Dead Girl? Are you in this with me? Til death do us part?"

I don't typically get nervous, but this woman makes me feel emotions I thought were dead. I'm worried she won't accept my offer. I've never cared before about women, but she is someone that breaks the molding.

The length of time between us stretches, pulling my insides apart. I'm about to drop my hand when her petite fingers grasp mine. Accepting me.

She stands chest to chest with me. Determination blazes in her eyes.

"Tell me everything."