2. Eyeball Garland

Chapter 2

Eyeball Garland

Lilyanna

Present day…

"Hey Romeo, can you pass me the string? My hands are kinda full." I say, glancing over my shoulder with a smirk. They really aren't, I just can't stand when he's not near. He sets the pumpkin down and stalks over, spinning me in the swivel chair.

Throwing the spool of string on the worktable, he wraps his hand around my throat and I moan as his lips meet mine in a sultry kiss. He tastes of bubble gum and weed. I moan again because all it takes is one kiss from him, one swipe of his tongue, and I'm instantly dripping. He growls, opening my legs and sinking to his knees as I lean back in my chair.

"You've been teasing me all day with this little dress," he breathes against my inner thighs. "Don't think I didn't notice you're not wearing any panties, Tigerlily," he groans as he runs his nose up my slit. This man I love so fucking much can eat pussy like no other.

"You're distracting me from getting this done. Can't you wait until we are finished?" I quip. He arches a brow at me while licking my clit oh so gently, and I jerk at the sensation. He knows what he's doing to me, but two can play that game.

Grabbing the string, I thread it through the needle and pick up a glittered eyeball from the bowl before pushing the needle through it. Liquid gathers around the metal as I grab the other end to pull the thread towards me. Nothing like a garland of glittery eyeballs from my collection to decorate with.

He squeezes my thighs tightly as I continue to ignore his onslaught. I just keep threading the eyes as he laps me up. Fuck, his tongue feels amazing, but I won't give him what he wants. He dips a finger inside my wet core and curls it, causing me to drop the balls to the floor. He doesn't play fair.

"Shit, Romeo." I pant, gripping his brown hair as I rock my soaked cunt against his face. His growl sends trembles through my body as he continues to flick, suck and bite my clit. "Right there, just like that. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I scream as my orgasm hits hard and fast. He runs his tongue slowly against my overly sensitive clit, licking up every last drop before he looks up at me with a smirk.

I narrow my eyes at him and he chuckles, knowing damn well one orgasm isn't enough. I love when I drench his beard. It's my way of marking him with my scent. He places a kiss on my thigh before pulling away, causing me to growl, but he ignores my bullshit.

"You ready for tonight?" He asks, and my eyes light up at the thought of what the darkness will bring. The rush of the kill and the feeling of being covered in blood makes me shutter a moan.

"Tigerlily, I don't have the time to make you cum again. Be patient." He spits through gritted teeth, handing me the fallen eyeballs as he stands. Seeing the defiant look in my eyes, he cups my face.

"I will make you cum later. Don't give me that look." He warns, and I huff. As much as I love to decorate for this holiday, I much rather be riding his cock and watching his eyes roll in the back of his head while he leaves fingerprint marks along my skin. I need a fucking distraction.

Sex and murder are the only two things that satiate my thirst, and right now, I want to cut his eyeball out for denying me. Ugh, I'm lying. I'd never hurt My Romeo, just the thought of him not being alive on this earth with me causes a lone tear to fall from my eyes.

He licks the salty drop before kissing my lips, swirling his tongue against mine. I deepen the kiss, needing more and he obliges, biting my bottom lip. I run my hands up his thighs and over his hard cock, dipping my hands into his sweats, reveling in how hard he is for me.

He growls into my mouth but doesn't pull away as I suck his tongue. Gripping his cock, I stroke it slowly, rubbing the tip with my thumb as my other hand squeezes his balls. He groans, thrusting slowly into my hands. "You're not being a very good girl." He grits.

"Please, I need you," I whine as more tears drip down my face. He growls because he despises seeing me sad or crying.

He lifts me from the chair, wrapping my legs and arms around him as I litter kisses along his neck, sinking my teeth into his jaw. He slams me against the brick wall of the basement. Pulling down his sweats, he grips both of my thighs as I reach down between us, lining his cock up with my entrance and slamming down onto him.

Throwing my head back, I forget about the brick wall for a second and my vision blurs, but I don't care. I need this. I need him. Rolling my hips, I ride his cock as he pulls out and slams back into me. "Fuck, Romeo. Harder, I need the pain. Make it fucking hurt," I whimper and he groans.

Lowering me down and spinning me so I'm facing the wall, he grabs my head and gently smushes my face into the cold brick holding me in place. I stick my ass out and he slaps it, causing me to yelp.

"You want pain, my Tigerlily? I'll give you fucking pain!" He yells, slapping my other cheek. He runs his hand down my spine, circling his thumb over my puckered hole, spitting on it as he sinks his finger inside, pumping me until I'm a whimpering mess.

"More, Romeo. I need more." I growl, and he slams his cock into me as he continues to pump into my tight hole.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that," I moan, pushing back into him, which only makes him fuck me harder. My face scrapes against the cold concrete as his hand grips my hair, pushing my cheek further into the brick.

"Cum for me, Tigerlily. Squeeze my cock." He commands, and I ripple around him, my orgasm hitting hard and fast. He pulls out and paints my asshole with his cum before replacing his thumb with his cock and slamming back into me.

"Fuck!" I yell as my body trembles.

"Damn, this ass is tight, baby. I should fuck it more often." He laughs, slapping my ass before reaching around and flicking my clit, causing me to jump.

"Romeo, oh Romeo. Jesus fuck," I laugh, trying so hard not to fucking cum too fast.

"Lily, give me one more or this is it for the night." He spits, and I moan as he pinches my clit, causing me to shudder. I tighten around his cock, holding him in my ass as he slaps my cheeks while I cum so fucking hard my vision goes white for a second, and then I feel him fill me with a roar.

"So. Tight. Tigerlily. Fucking perfect," he says between breaths as we both come down from our orgasm. He finally pulls out and pushes my dress down over my hips, kissing my neck before spinning me to face him.

"I love you. Now, let's get ready for tonight." He smiles, kissing my nose.

"I love you too. Any rules for the night?" I ask, and his eyes light up like the Fourth of July.

Ah shit, that means he wants to play a game.

Liam

"How about we make a tiny little bet?" I say as my lips ghost over hers and she groans. Always so turned on for me, even after she cums. "We each have to kill two people on our own before we meet up for the grand finale."

"You're on, Romeo," she smirks, licking my lip before she steps away. Bending over, she grabs her precious eyeballs from the floor. "You're lucky you didn't fuck up my project, or you'd have to replace them." She threatens, side-eyeing me.

"I'll get you as many eyeballs as your little black heart desires, cailín álainn."

"Tell me something, Romeo." She grins, putting her hands on her hips. "Give me one little thing about your past."

"We had a deal, Lilyanna." I grab my pumpkin from the table. There's only one little part of the mouth that I need to finish before we head out for the night. "You tell me which serial killer you used to fantasize about, and I'll answer whatever questions are burning inside your pretty little head."

"UGH!" She stomps her foot. "Why are you still stuck on that? It was a drunken slip of the tongue. I told you that." She says, throwing her hands up in the air, getting frustrated with me already.

"You got drunk enough to let your guard down, telling me about nasty fantasies you had about a serial killer." I keep my focus trained on the pumpkin, not looking at her face because I know I'll give in to her. "You wanted him to fuck you while he plucked someone's eyes out for you. Just give me a name."

"Fine." She throws her hands in the air before adjusting her chair to face me and taking a seat. "There was a guy in Georgia that was notorious for his brutality." My eyes drift toward her at the mention of the state I moved to at the age of fourteen.

"Most of the time, the bodies were no longer in one piece when he was done with them." Her eyes light up as she speaks, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. "I would fantasize about getting railed by him; all that frustration." She visibly shudders.

"His name, Lilyanna." Laying the carving knife on the table, I twist the pumpkin to face her and wait for her response.

"Reaper." she whispers, batting her eyes at me.

"Oh, Tigerlily," stalking toward her chair, I spin her around a few times before pulling her to her feet. I look deep into her eyes and whisper, "Reaper is dead." I lick my way up the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent-vanilla and peaches. "I killed him on December fourteenth, twenty-sixteen."

"You killed Reaper?" She gasps, and I can almost hear the wheels turning in her mind. "The day we met?" She squeals. I'm not sure if it's from excitement or disappointment.

"Mharaigh mé mé féin ar do shon." I know she doesn't understand Irish, but I'm not sure if she's ready for that bit of information.

"As sexy as that sounds, Romeo, I have no idea what the fuck you just said." She grabs my wrist and kisses the palm of my hand, looking into my eyes. Fuck, I'm about to open a can of worms that we can't reseal.

"I killed him so we could be together." I whisper, pressing my forehead to hers and closing my eyes, needing her scent to keep me grounded right now.

"You killed him for me?" She cups my face in both hands, tilting my head to look at her. Her eyes are burning with questions and desire, but she doesn't let me respond before she crushes her lips to mine. Our tongues dance together, slow and sensual.

I break the kiss, pushing her hips back and turning her toward the chair. "Finish your last eyeball. We need to get ready." Her ass jiggles when I slap it. I have to force myself to turn around and head upstairs.

She enjoys having my cum dripping down her thighs, but I need to be clean so her scent doesn't drive me wild all night. If I can smell her pussy, that's where I'll be all night, and we won't get anything productive accomplished.

I'm just finishing up in the bathroom when the door opens and Lily waltzes through. She watches with lust filled eyes as I pull my shirt down over my torso. Her gaze travels up the tattoos that cover my arms. Every night when we lay in bed, she traces her favorite one before kissing me goodnight.

"Do you want to help me pack the bag?" She asks, holding the black duffel in her hands.

"Sure." I nod, running my fingers through my beard. "What do you have in mind for tonight?" Wrapping her small hand in mine, I lead her from the bathroom and back down to the basement.

"Will you fuck me while you kill?" She whispers so low that I barely hear her.

"Is that what you wanted from Reaper?" I tuck her hair behind her ear, loving the way she responds to my touch. She loves having me next to her. Regardless of what we're doing, as long as I'm close by, she's happy.

"Yes." Smirking up at me, she grabs some things we'll need for tonight and shoves them into the bag. "It was always the same fantasy."

"You want me to resurrect the dead, cailín álainn?" I cock my head to the side, taunting her.

"If only that were possible." She chuckles, clasping her hands together under her chin. "My reality is better than the fantasy. You're the only one I want railing me."

"About our little bet," I boop her nose, smiling at her, "If you kill your two people quicker than me, I'll tell you who Reaper was."

"REALLY?" she squeals, jumping up and down.

"But," I grab her shoulders, making sure she can tell how serious I am, "If I'm quicker, you have to tell me something from your past. Something you've never told another person before."

She tenses under my grip and her pupils constrict until they're almost gone. "Okay." She whispers, and I can sense her hesitation. There has to be something much bigger than I'm expecting for her to tense up like this every time her past is mentioned.

Lucky for me, she has a fascination with serial killers and knows everything she can about them. "You sure you're up for this, Tigerlily?"

"I'm sure!" She flicks her gaze at the bag, then back to my face. "What else do we need?"

"Our masks, then I think we're ready to go." I zip the bag and throw it over my shoulder, holding my hand out to her. She laces her fingers through mine as we walk up the stairs and out the front door.

May God have mercy on the souls I'm about to steal.