Epilogue

The southern heat plays on my skin, leaving behind a sticky coating as I cross the street in my sundress. The thin straps keep falling off my shoulders, and I've stopped pushing them back up as I make my way toward the park.

I'm being tailed.

What the idiot doesn't realize, however, is that I'm bait.

As I turn corner after corner, I swish my hips, letting my generous ass flounce and sway for his amusement. I don't want him to get bored back there and wander off.

I pass partygoers out for the night.

A few catcalls and whistles get thrown my way as I lure in a big fish.

Rapists aren't like killers.

They're not as calculating. I blame them for thinking with their genitals and not their fucking brains.

For instance, never in his wildest imaginings did Steven Jones think that someone would find out who he was. That he's the one that's been tormenting Angel Oak all these months, raping and killing residents during the long hours of the night.

I'm sure he didn't think a killer would track him down and use his death to get off, either.

It's the thrill for me.

The feel of their blood coating my skin as Neo's cock slides through my body. This is the first time I've become the bait—the black widow who traps a morsel in her web before the kill.

Neo was apprehensive because of everything with Kage. It took some convincing, and my lips wrapped around his cock before he caved.

I know he will be on edge when I finally get to the park where we decided to meet. It might be why I took three extra streets there, too. I'm going to have him so fucking wild by the time I arrive with Steven on my tail that he won't know what to do first: Kill him or fuck me.

I drift to a slow, comfortable stride when we enter the park. This is his hunting ground, where he's nabbed every one of his victims—not this specific park, but the same setting.

It's perfect.

He'll think I've stepped right into a perfect trap for him.

Like clockwork, he rushes up behind me, rookie move, pins a knife to my throat from behind, and says, "Don't fucking move, bitch."

"Or what?" I ask, leaning into the blade even more.

It throws him off. He shifts on his feet behind me.

"Excuse me?"

"If I move, what'll you do?" I taunt.

Neo will spank me for this—all the more reason to press on.

"You got a death wish? Normally, that's not my type, but I can make an exception this one time, I guess," he grumbles, pressing the knife into my flesh further.

I moan, and I know somewhere in the shadows, my wicked psycho is waiting to filet this man's skin from his bones for the sound.

"Kind of you to do so," I tell him in thanks.

"What the fuck is the matter with you?" he asks as he leads me off to the right, toward a line of overgrowth and trees.

Surely, this is where he thinks he's going to get lucky.

Too bad his luck has run out.

I spin on him quick enough to unnerve him. His blade nicks my skin, and warm blood trickles from the wound.

He steps back, even though he's the one with the weapon.

Lunacy seems to unnerve those who don't understand it. If I were crying or begging for my life, he'd feel powerful—big, even. But he doesn"t know how to react because I'm not, because I'm too comfortable in the dark.

I raise my index finger to the blood slipping over my throat, swiping through it. "He'll kill you for that," I say, deadpanning.

I lick the blood from my fingertip, giggling at the tang on my tongue. "Though he would've killed you either fucking way."

"Wh—What? Who?! You're fucking crazy, bitch!" he laments, waving his small pocket knife through the air.

That's all he brought? No wonder it hadn't cut me deep.

"I am," I agree, stepping closer.

He backs toward a tree, not even realizing that the tables have turned. That he has become the victim in only a few moments.

"And he's crazier," I say, smiling sinfully at him through the dark of night surrounding us.

"Who the fuck are you talking about?" he asks as his back hits a tree trunk behind him.

I step closer, cupping his face with one hand and securing his flimsy blade with the other.

He drops it to the ground with a thud.

The gleam of a blade catches my attention from the side of the tree, and I smile.

"There you are," I say to Neo as he presses every inch of his hunting knife over the man's throat.

"You'll pay for this, you know?" he says.

"I'm sorry," the man whimpers and Neo presses his blade more.

I sigh. "I know, but he was too stupid and confident. You know I love it when they're confident."

"I know, stupid girl. But you know better than to fucking taunt me."

I shrug. "Do I?"

Neo growls, and I grow wet between my thighs, tingles of threat rippling through my body like the electricity before a rainstorm.

The sound of something wet rung over leaves catches my attention, and I look down.

Scoffing, I back up. "He's pissed himself. How unbecoming."

Neo shakes his head, drawing the blade over the man's throat slowly, deeply.

Blood sprays out, covering the ground as the man stumbles forward, falling to his knees.

I watch him topple over, crossing my arms over my chest.

"He was mine," I tell Neo, who steps out and wipes his blade on the back of the man's shirt.

"You lost your privileges when you moaned, you stupid fucking whore."

I smile, breathing in his rage deeply.

I've missed this.

I climb onto the man's back, his last breath leaving his body under my weight. I lift my dress and poke my ass up in the air on all fours. "Go on, then," I tell Neo. "Punish me."

The first strike of his hand stings, I'll admit.

But the more he spanks me, the wetter I grow.

He knows it. It's as if he can scent it on the wind.

He tugs my dress down over my chaffed cheeks when he"s done.

Donning gloves, he removes the man's jacket so none of my DNA is left behind. Wrapping it up, he tucks it under his arm. He intertwines our hands, and we head back to the hotel we're booked.

Luckily, I had gotten none of the asshole's blood on me. I would've hated to walk back covered in it. Someone might have seen it.

Neo drops the man's jacket in a random dumpster, setting it on fire before we wander into the bar it's behind.

Loud music overtakes my senses, and I can't deny a whiskey would warm my veins. And take the ache out of my ass cheeks.

But he tugs me down a hall and into a bathroom.

He turns me toward the toilet when he closes the stall door behind us.

"Bend over," he says, and I'm inclined to listen just because the cadence in his voice has my pussy throbbing.

I bend over, grabbing onto the back of the toilet.

He lifts my dress and tugs my thong down.

Taking a moment to look over the marks he left behind, he crouches behind me. His tongue slides over each raised welt, and I loose a breath.

The sounds of men pissing and hands being washed are beyond the stall, but neither one of us pays them any heed.

My heart is throbbing along with my aching core.

When his tongue glides through my ass cheeks, rimming the hole, I reach back and spread them both, my body falling forward, chest colliding with the toilet lid.

The bathroom grows silent again, other than my moans for Neo to continue.

He stands, shucking off his pants and lining himself up with my ass.

Taking a second to spit directly down onto his cock, he then pushes into my ass.

The burn is undeniable. These muscles are meant to keep him out. They're meant to keep things in.

I whimper, but he presses forward.

"Don't make a fucking sound," he grits out, and I grimace as he pushes past the ring of muscles that hurt the most, seating himself deep in my ass.

"There's a good girl, now I'm in," he says.

As he tugs out and thrusts back in, my pleasure intensifies with each passing second.

Making no noise becomes the issue.

I bite my lip and grip the toilet for dear life, anything I can to keep silent.

"You were a bad fucking girl tonight," he says, slapping my ass cheeks.

Pain stings through me as he fucks me harder. Faster.

My chapped skin is well beyond abused, but I want more.

"Please," I beg, breaking the silence Neo told me to keep.

His hand strikes the other cheek, and I nearly scream.

Orgasm builds and builds, feeling wholly different because nothing is touching my pussy. It feels overwhelming. Like my eyes are going to cross and my body will implode simultaneously.

I will not survive it.

"I told you to keep your fucking mouth shut," he tells me, gripping my throat from behind, and it's what breaks the dam.

I come, screaming through each pulsing wave, loud and proud, with a smile of bliss on my lips.

Neo growls, pulling out of me.

Turning me to face him, he shoves me down to my knees.

"Open your mouth," he says as he pumps his cock in his fist.

I lick my lips before heeding his command, locking my eyes on his.

"I think it's high time we teach that tongue of yours a lesson, don't you?"

I nod, teasing him by waggling my tongue back and forth.

He bends his knees, his arm working violently as he fucks himself.

"Well, come on, I don't have all fucking night," I tell him.

He growls, his cock erupting in ropes that I capture on my mouth and tongue. Some escape me, coating my cheeks and nose.

But I don't mind.

He's more than branded me before tonight.

I'll wear it like a badge of honor.

"Fuck," he grunts, his cock softening in his hand.

I stand up and tug my panties back up before I reach for some toilet paper. His hand stops mine.

He leans towards my face. "Allow me, stupid girl."

His tongue laps up all the cum I'd missed, and when he has it all, he kisses me, twirling his cum-coated tongue around mine. His flavor mixes with that of my own from where he'd licked me, and I moan.

I hear someone outside the stall grunt in pleasure. It seems we had an audience the entire time.

Neo snarls, and I grip his shoulders. "Leave them be. After all, they saw nothing."

He smoothes my hair, looking me over as he rights my dress. The killer in his eyes is sated, the blue oceans seeming to clear.

When the door shuts to the bathroom again, it seems we're finally alone.

"Come. Let's get a drink," he tells me, opening the stall and tugging me behind him.

I stop him, pulling him toward me to kiss him again.

"Take a stupid girl and put her to bed, won't you? I'm exhausted."

Neo nods.

We head back out into the sticky night air. A killer and his stupid girl are on the hunt for something new.

Again.