Chapter 4

ChapterFour

Blake

Daredevil - Stellar

Oh, how good it felt to be undead, back from the dead under a pretty little witch’s spell.

With a shiny new toy to boot.

Perfect throat.

Perfect body with curves in all the right places.

Tits as ample as a dead man could dream.

Fuck yeah,this was going to be a good damn night.

She was as stunning as she was warped.

I saw it there, lingering within those green beryl’s.

The curiosity. The need to know.

There was something wicked in my little soul raiser. And I fucking thrived from it.

How the fuck she even brought me back from the dead, I didn’t know and I didn’t want to know.

My mama raised me to never look a gift horse in the mouth.

Just used to pull out their tongue and had a party with it.

Horses and raves.

A real good time.

Let your freak flag fly and all that.

That was my motto.

“You want me to kill somebody with you?” she asked and I smirked down at her like the beast that I was. I wanted so much more than that, I wanted it all. All of that darkness, all of that immorality, I knew she held too much too tightly. I wanted all of her sins and then some.

“I want you to watch me kill somebody and then scream my fucking name when I fuck you within an inch of your life on some dead fuckers corpse who will never have the pleasure of feeling how fucking tight you feel clamped around them,” I told her, making sure my voice bespoke sinister tales and depraved desires that this long night would bear witness to. That I would pull her into.

I saw her pleading with me within those dark eyes of hers, the eyes that are begging me to take away the choice. To allow her to experience what it’s like living on the other side of what is deemed right and wrong, without having to accept the consequence it took on one’s soul.

I’d never been a man to deny such a sweet thing.

Why would I start now?

So, I’d oblige and I’d show her exactly how liberating taking a life felt.

I leaned down, kissing her harshly before a dark chuckle escaped me and I regretfully worked my way from on top of her and lounged back in my seat. She bolted upright, a look of horror in her wide eyes as she glared back at me. “You’re fucking crazy. That’s-that is sick! It’s—”

I cut her off with a shrug. “—It’s life. We all live and we all die. Old age is just a myth, sweetheart. Whether it’s a disease that gets ya or the hands of a bad boy devil, we all die in the end.”

Wasn’t that a fact?

I never pretended to be a kind man, in fact, I was far fucking from it. And evil is subjective to the snotty-nosed bitch judging it. “Pull out your phone,” I ordered and she looked back at me with those faux doe-eyes in confusion. “Now, Soul Raiser. The night is waiting.”

“Why the fuck would I need my phone?” she asked with an attitude I could not wait to spank out of her.

“Blake Colton. Google it.”

She stared at me again and I tapped my knuckles against the dash in annoyance. “I’m as much a patient man as I am a nice man, love. Don’t keep me waiting.”

With a huff, her fingers flew over the screen and the irritating click of the keys made me grit my jaw in agitation. Her tense posture deflated as I watched her scroll. She relaxed back and slumped in her seat as she flipped through article after article. I smirked, knowing what she would be reading and loving that I could take her perception and twist it to make my skewed and corrupt life make some kind of twisted sense.

“You killed the bad guys,” she whispered in a low mutter, almost to herself. “So… you’re a good guy?”

I recoiled like she just threw holy water over me. “The fuck I am, woman. I might kill the worst evil, but don’t even think for a second I’m not exactly that… Evil.”

Slowly and controlled, her eyes came up to meet mine as we shared a moment that had my skin pebbled in a way I was not familiar with. I shuddered, shook it off, and nodded my head in her direction as I turned to gaze out of the window. “Pick one.”

“Pick one of what?”

“Pick a victim,” I stated and a moment of silence fell between us. I knew she wanted to argue, that she refused to move with the intention that this would all go away and she could go back to the life of a lie, but I would never give her that option. “It’s not like you have a choice, and if I have to keep repeating myself, we are going to have a problem, sugar.” I opened the car door and stepped out, ready to round the car and take the driver’s seat when the tires squealed and the vehicle shot down the road. Something from the center of my chest tore free, a sinners soul that pulled taut like a rubber band and incorporeal like the breaks in a cloud of smoke. Before I could growl, I was back in the car, her body trapped in between my thighs once again as I was thrown back into the steering wheel at the same time my head thumped back against the ceiling.

She shrieked and threw on the brakes.

Fuck, I might be dead but the pain was as real as if I was still alive. The ache in my back spread, filtering through my shoulder blades and I had to crank my neck and grit my teeth to keep from throttling her.

What a shame it would be.

But I won’t kill her.

Not until I had seen the blood that would soon stain her hands.

My dick hardened, thickening at the thought as it ground against her when I flexed back and tried to shake away the tenderness of my spine.

“Fuck,” I groused. “What part of attached do you not understand, woman?”

“The attached part, now get the fuck off of me,” she snapped back, and it made me all the more excited to corrupt this pretty little thing beneath me.

“Oh yeah, this night is going to be real damn good. Now. Pick. A. Fucking. Victim, woman, or I promise you’ll be my first kill of the night.”