Chapter 10

CHAPTER TEN

NEO

S he stands and removes her pants before dropping on all fours and arching her perfect fucking ass into the air. As she waggles it back and forth like a taunting little whore, her pussy and asshole go on full display in little peek-a-boo moments.

Dropping to my knees behind her, I grip her hips firmly.

She hisses at the feel of pain against the cold of her flesh.

It's freezing here at night, and my stupid little love feels the weather more than I'd realized.

Her flesh feels like the cold hilt of a blade in my hand, and I give it another taunting squeeze.

"Neo," she breathes, and my cock twitches in answer.

Already, she's gobbled my cum down like a thirsty little whore. Despite that, my body aches to give her more. To mark more of her.

I run my hand over my name on her ass and grin.

My fingers find her entrance as I stare at my brand on her body, feeling the moment that pre-cum beads at the tip of me all over again.

She moans as I sink two fingers inside her.

"So fucking wet for me," I hiss as her heat envelopes me, sucks me inside her body like its sole mission is to please me. To warm me.

"Always," she manages, rocking on my fingers as she gets wetter around them.

There's a feral need in me tonight—one that won't be sated with just fucking her.

It could be the surrounding woods or the fact that she and I are on a case together—my case.

She's working it beside me as I've done so many before, and she's been my good fucking girl the entire time.

She's moaning unbidden, letting every creature in the woods tonight know what it feels like to ride a killer's fingers.

"Don't you fucking come," I tell her, not ready for the pleasure of her first orgasm to be over.

Every single one is a gift, but that first one…

The first one makes her primal with need, and I need that.

I can use that.

She pulls her pussy off my fingers, breathing through the climax she just ruined with an angry groan.

Lifting my soaked fingers to my lips, I suck her flavor off as my other hand slaps the brand on her ass. "Good girl."

She's panting through the ache in her body when I shove her forward into the moss and leaves. The ground is wet and cold, and she hisses against the feel as I crowd over her back, skimming her ear with my lips.

"I'm going to fuck you on the floor of this forest like a goddamned animal. You're going to leave here with my cum leaking from your body as evidence of the beast you wandered across in the dark," I whisper, dragging the tip of my cock over her heated entrance.

She's gripping leaves to remain sane, but she and I know it's a lie. She's as fucking deranged as I am.

And I love it.

She's cocked one leg up, giving me easy access to my favorite fucking hole to sink into, and I do so slowly and easily.

"Neo, fuck…" she groans.

My eyes roll back as her cunt grips onto me tightly.

Too tight.

I won't fucking last.

I pull out, and she cries out.

The sound reverberates off the trees of the forest.

"You're too fucking good," I whisper against her neck, sinking my teeth into the flesh of it and turning her scream into something that could be mistaken as fear.

The illusion of said fear races delusion in my veins, and I sink my teeth deeper as I slam my cock into her.

She presses into the ground, flattening herself so I can fuck her as intensely as this position will allow.

Fuck, she's too good.

Even though I degrade her, she knows it.

She fucking knows it.

It's her weapon against me, and she's adept at wielding it with expert marksmanship.

"Lyla," I whisper, losing myself in the feel of her gripping me, milking me.

"Please, please, let me come," she begs, and pride beams beneath the layer of hedonistic arousal, slamming my veins .

"Come for me, take me with you," I plead, lost in her as I always am.

From the time she wakes until she curls up in my arms at night, I'm lost in the universe that is Lyla fucking Wade.

She screams through her orgasm, her body quivering beneath mine, her cunt trembling around me like an earthquake.

"Fuckkkk," I drawl out as my orgasm chases hers.

My eyes nearly cross as I erupt inside of her, gripping the back of her head to stay steady, sinking my teeth into her shoulder through her thin jacket as I feel her come once more around me.

When we're done, I roll onto my back beside her.

She giggles and rolls onto her back, letting her legs fall open.

I roll on my side, slapping her bare pussy. "Careful, stupid wife. I might fuck this pretty pussy again if you leave the option open."

She moans and lets her legs fall all the way lax.

My cum dips from her entrance, and it's the most entrancing thing I've ever witnessed. My fingers gather some of it and slide toward her asshole with it as a lubricant.

When I shove them inside, and she answers with a languid moan, I know I'm going to be in this forest until dawn. Fucking my stupid girl until the buzz leaves us or our bodies break.

Whichever comes first.

"Alright," I say, toweling off my hair as I watch Lyla sit at the table with her coffee. "What do we know?"

Lyla sighs. "We know Ada has extensive mental health issues. She's sexually aroused by watching not only other couples fuck, but her parents. While I agree we need to keep her sexual deviance in mind, we both know where issues like these stem from."

I slip into sweatpants, tugging them over my boxers as my greedy wife eyes me, running her hungry eyes over my body as I grin at her.

Tossing the towel onto the bed, I close the distance between us, looming over the side of her chair. She still holds her coffee with two hands, something she does to warm her hands. She bites her lower lip as her eyes flutter up toward me.

"How will we ever get work done if you won't behave?"

"I am behaving, husband."

I lean down, hovering in her space, in her aura.

Fuck, it's intoxicating.

"Your eyes weren't, stupid girl."

She shrugs. "Can't help those. They have a mind of their own."

I lean into her, inhaling her scent before capturing her lips. It's been mere hours since I fucked her senselessly on the forest floor beyond the asylum we broke into for Ada's records, and it seems the buzzing between us is still as alive as the first time I encountered my stupid girl in another asylum—one across the pond.

"This will be a family affair, then?" I ask her, pulling away from her as I watch the results of my kiss. Lyla opens her eyes and exhales shakily.

If I were to shove my hand down beneath the T-shirt she's wearing, I know I'd find her wet. She's always drenched for me.

"What do you mean?" she asks.

I drop into a chair across from her. "We'll need to do this when Ada and her parents are together. If we're going to sort this out."

"I don't know why we have to," Lyla says, and my eyes snap to her, my brows furrowing.

She realizes what she's said and purses her lips together, leaning forward to set her coffee far away from the papers splayed on the table so they won't get ruined if it spills over. "I just mean?—"

I cut her off. "You just mean that if you were in charge, there'd be blood running through the streets of London already," I finish for her.

She tries to hide a rueful smirk that tugs her pouty fucking lips up at their corners and fails. "I wouldn't have put it so eloquently, but yes. That's the gist of it."

I rub my temples as I growl. "Stupid girl, this is my process. I have to know justice has been served. I don't know what makes me this way. It's just who I am."

When I open my eyes to look at her, she's gone.

I bristle as her lips graze the shell of my ear. "And I love you for who you are," she says, and her words simmer an already boiling attraction for her over the sides of the pot it's in within me.

Even though I have trouble expressing my feelings toward Lyla, I love to hear her express hers.

"What's your next move, Butcher?" she whispers, tongue darting out, its tip curving along the edge of my ear.

I don't fight the shiver or the groan it coaxes. "We're going to break in. Watch them. Stalk them. We're going to get every bit of information that we can."

She pulls her tongue back in her mouth, leaning over my shoulder to look at me. "What?!"

An unholy grin plays on my lips. "You didn't study the Butcher that extensively, then? For weeks before I killed them, I hid in their home. Watching. Waiting. Seeing that I was right about them as they went about their days, completely oblivious to my existence, was thrilling."

"What if they catch us?" she asks, and fear traipses across her blue irises.

I lift my hand, cupping her face. "What if they do?"

"They could call the cops."

"They could."

"I… I don't understand."

"You will."

"Oh, it's thrilling to you to wonder if the next door they open is the one you're hidden behind. I don't know that I enjoy being found out because I hid in someone's closet, Neo."

I drift my lips over hers. "You know nothing until you try it once, Lyla."

My hand curls around her throat, anchoring to her like she's my reality. "Besides," I breathe against her parted lips. "I want to fuck you where they could find me."

Her lids get heavier. "That's risky."

I slide my hand from over her throat, my thumb skimming her bottom lip that crinkles with the pressure. "Everything in life is a game of risk, Lyla. Especially in our world."

The table slides back as Lyla tosses a leg over me and straddles my lap. My cock is hard for her as if it knew all along I was near the siren that would call it to action .

"Tell me what you'll do to me while they're unaware," she pleads, her pupils blown, scarfing up every inch of my face.

I grin. "We should get some sleep…"

She leans her forehead against mine, and it's as if a switch is flipped inside me—one she controls. The delusion she and I dwell within is esoteric to only us. Only we can weave through the tangled threads of our love and understand what brought us here.

"I'll tell you if you get on your knees like my good little whore."

She doesn't hesitate, and it's one thing I'm fascinated with about her. She's obedient. Loyal.

She gets on her knees between my splayed thighs, eyes grazing over the length of my hard cock in my sweats.

"What I'll do to you when they're unaware, stupid girl, can't be put into words. If it could, I wouldn't try. I'm much more of a visual teacher, and I know you learn better hands-on."

"Then why make me kneel?" she asks headily.

I lean over, tipping her chin up with my fingers. "Because you questioned the Butcher, Lyla. One shouldn't taunt a monster unless they want to be bitten."

She whimpers as I stand and reach for a knife on the table she used earlier to peel an apple, with it firmly in hand, I back away from her, knocking the chair over in my wake.

"Take off your clothes, get on the bed, and get on all fours. Do so in a timely fashion, too. I don't have patience for your insolence tonight."

Fear builds in her eyes, and it's just the thing I need before I tuck behind her and go to sleep.

A game.