Page 19 of Playing With Piper

“We’regonna get our murder spree, Blade,” she grins back at me. I wanna kiss her, but if I start now, I’ll never stop. Not when she’s looking at me like I’m afucking god. I grip her thigh as she leans against the window, eyes shining. Piper falls asleep with a smile on her face, and Ifocus on our nextdestination.

Home.

Epilogue

Piper

Two Months Later

Blade’s childhood home is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. Fitting since it’s Christmas Eve. There are lights strung along every single inch of the house, and it makes my heart hurt for the childhood that was ruined for Blade.

My car is turned off, and it’s fucking freezing. Blade and I have been sitting here doing fuck all for the last two hours waiting on the “dinner party” to get the hell out. I use the term lightly because in all honesty, it’s just a bunch of deadbeats seeing who can guzzle down the most alcohol. These assholes have no respect for a fucking schedule, apparently. The stupid post said eight to ten. It’s nearing midnight already, and I’ll be damned if these clowns ruin my gift to Blade. It’s ourfirst Christmas reunited, and I willnotlet it be fucked up.

I groan in frustration as another ten minutes pass. Blade grazes my thigh softly, his nails scratching at the thin tights covering my legs. My red Santa dress is pushed up ever so slightly when Blade starts teasing me.

My breath hitches when Blade trails his hand under my dress. I grip his wrist as he trails his finger over my clothed pussy. He swirls his finger slowly, teasing me.

“You’re distracting me,” I hum, dropping my head to rest against the seat and letting my eyes close.

“Is it working?” he mumbles, kissing my shoulder. I hum in approval. Tilting my head to the side, I allow Blade to drag his teeth over the skin of my neck. He sucks my skin into his mouth gently, and I already know there will be a bruise forming tomorrow. Another to add to the collection that are already littering my thighs. Blade has a terrible habit of making sure that I remember that I’m his to mark up. Not that I’d ever tell him to stop. He would if I asked, but it’s becoming my favorite part of looking in the mirror each morning.

It’s almost a game now. Blade keeps track of how many bites and bruises he marks into my skin, and I spent the next time telling him which one I enjoyed receiving the most. His teeth imprinted on my ass have remained my favorite since the night he did it.

I force my eyes open and glance at the door. I sit up abruptly. Blade pouts as he stares at me, but I’m too busy focusing on the door. More specifically, the six people walking out of it.

“Fucking finally,” I groan. Blade and I watch as they all laugh and stumble down the driveway. Drunken idiots on their way to fuck up someone’s life. I roll my eyes as they all climb into their cars and leave. The street is completely silent.

I unlock my door, slipping out of the car with Blade following my lead. I straighten my dress, trying to ignore the arousal building inside me. I will not let my desire for Blade fuck this up. This is about him.

I check the street before crossing. My body shakes with excitement as I dash across the yard. I can hear Blade mumble something behind me, but I keep going. When we reach the back of the house, Blade finally tugs on my arm to stop me.

“Damn, Piper, give me a minute,” Blade grumbles, panting. I scoff.

“Oh, come on. If you’re out of breath from jogging across the street, then how do you ever expect–”

Blade wraps his hand around my mouth, effectively shutting me up as he pulls me flush against him. Something firm rests against my ass.Oh.

“I’m out of breath because I’m chasing you around, and it’s making my dick hard. Well,harder. Jesus, Piper, those fucking tights and that goddamn dress…,” Blade grunts, nearly rutting into me.

“Focus,” I whine, stomping my foot lightly.

“Give me a second, Piper. I’m really trying here. What if I just rip ‘em a little bit? I could pull your dress up right here, right now, and just slip inside…” Blade murmurs, trailing off as his hands roam my body. He drops his head to rest on my shoulder, and I roll my eyes while crossing my arms. I give him a slight huff and a minute toadjust. He releases a deep sigh that ruffles my hair and sends a shiver down my spine.

“Okay. Go time, baby,” Blade nods and releases my hips. I creep up the back porch steps quickly, avoiding the broken stair Blade told me about. Blade follows close behind. When we reach the top, I step aside so Blade can maneuver the window open. It creaks slightly, but Blade doesn’t stop.

He peeks his head inside, checking that it’s clear, before turning to me and tilting his head for me to climb through. Blade holds his hand out for me, and I accept it graciously. I curtsy for him, and he snorts. I grin before slipping into his childhood home.

It’s dark in the laundry room. All the lights have been turned off in the span of five minutes, and it’s eerily quiet. I squint in the darkness, waiting for Blade to follow behind me. When he finally slips into the room, I shiver. Through the moonlight peeking in from the window, I can see the black fabric covering Blade’s face.

It’s the first time in two months that I’ve seen him with his mask on, and it takes every ounce of self-control to not jump his bones right here. I clench my thighs together at the memory of that night and take a deep breath.

Blade nudges me along, and I almost smack his hand off me. I huff before stepping out of the room and making my way down the hall with Blade following behind me. Light floods into the hallway as I reach the end of it, approaching the living room.

In the center of the room, there’s a single recliner situated between two round end tables. A small box television sits on a slanted table that looks like it’s about to break. It’s the setup of a psychopath honestly. I’m half expecting Blade’s father to spin around with a Siamese cat sitting in his lap. What kind of villain shit is this? I glance at Blade, who shrugs, and walk up behind the chair.

As I approach, I can see the top of Jefferey’s balding head. He looks worse for wear the closer I get. There are empty beer cans scattered around the room, and it smells fucking rancid. Body odor and stale beer? Pathetic and disgusting. I lean down until my mouth is level with the man’s ear.

“I hate to break it to you, Jeff, but you’re on Santa’s shit list,” I hiss in his ear. The man jerks around in a drunken stupor, stumbling as he stands with his hands flailing. I step back with a disinterested look on my face. Blade flicks the light on making the mansquint. He’s just out of view, as planned. The man takes in my appearance and scoffs. I frown.I worked hard on these pigtails, asshole.

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