Page 88 of All Your Bloody Lies

Have you killed anyone because of it?“ I ask pointing down at his cock, and I swear if he lies, I’m going to slap the shit out of him. “Because… Your cock, it’s the bullet, and your hips, are the fucking gun.”

His laughter echoes around the kitchen, his head thrown back as if I’m a comic in a stand-up live show.

“I’m so serious, Kai, if I were anything but what I am, I am certain I would have died.” The way he bent me over his balcony last night, I’m surprised the glass barrier survived. He absolutely devastated my pussy, and I was sore for several hours.

He pours me some water when he finally comes down from his high. “Let’s just say, I am finally able to let loose without killing… anymore.” There it is, at least that confirms I’m not out of touch. Granted, I’ve never been fucked like that: ever. It was as though he was everything that my body needed, and it just took this long to find it.

Suppose that just solidifies my thoughts on his tattoo even further. Especially since he got it so long ago, well before I was even born. I really need to do more research on my own kind. I’ve never really delved too deeply into what I am, out of fear of knowing too much, but there is one thing I know, and it is only because it was the one thing Tali told me about my father.

However, I don’t want to go down that road with him, or myself. I’m not even sure he is that to me.

Though it would make sense…

“Where did you go?” My eyes focus as Kai stands in front of me, his hand around the side of my neck. “You live inside your head a lot, huh?” I suck in a breath, leaning back against the chair.

I swallow and shake my head, “Nowhere, sorry, just thinking about you bending me over is all.”

The smirk he gives me makes my stomach fill with a buzz, “If you say so.” Oh, he knows I’m lying, and I appreciate that he drops it. He edges closer to me, and I place my hand onto his forearm. I don’t stop him this time, and as he leans in for a kiss, I allow for it in the moment.

I do want to kiss him. It’s not that I don’t. These feelings are foreign, and I don’t want them to cloud my life. Not now… at least.

His hand moves around to the back of my neck and pulls me deeper into the embrace. The caress of his tongue against mine pulls my Amoro straight out, wrapping around him.

A soft groan filters from him, and he leans back, “Damn,” he sucks air through his teeth, “I can tell when your Amoro comes out to feed...”

“Does it hurt you?” I’ve never really asked anyone, never cared to know.

“No… It’s just an interesting feeling.”

“I see.” His crimson eyes hold me gently in them, “I wasn’t feeding on you. It just latched onto you is all.”

“It never hurts, how’s that?” He smiles and steps away from me, tapping the counter to bring my attention to the glass of water sitting there. “I don’t know much about the Amoro, what exactly is it?”

Fair question, there isn’t any harm in me telling him about what it is.

“It’s my demons spirit, basically. We aren’t two entities, like, my Amoro doesn’t have its own form. It’s just a part of me that isn’t on the surface.” I raise my hand, the ombré of my nails holding my gaze, “It’s what makes my skin black when I lose control or when I’m dying. It’s my demon manifesting outward. When I was dug up, my Amoro had completely consumed me. I was surprised that Tyson’s son even had the courage to help me. Him and his friends, they saw a demon, but treated me like a person.”

“Good on them,” Kai remarks, “Tyson raised him well.”

I chuckle, “His late wife did. Not that Tyson isn’t a good person, it was Coraline. That, and she was the only reason I was able to come back to what you see now.” He pulls his eyebrows together in question. “She let me feed on her. The thought of ever letting a man touch me after what I had gone through made me so sick that I would pass out just looking at them.”

He swallows and nods, “That makes sense.”

“I had no idea what I was doing, but a quick web search about my kind said I feed off sex. It was worth a try, you know? What did I have to lose?” I shrug my shoulders, “Anyway, my Amoro is fed and kept in control by devouring someone’s lifeforce.”

“And that only happens when someone is orgasming.” It wasn’t really a question, more of a clarifying statement.

Not in our case.I make sure to keep that comment to myself.

“Yes, for the most part, that is when someone’s walls come down. In that moment, they are in their most vulnerable state, opening their gates for me to enter.”

He hums in question but doesn’t continue, or voice anything. I wait, observing as he circles the island and leans over it, his long hair falling over his shoulder as he does. I’ve never asked about his ethnicity; it never seemed to matter to me, but I am curious. Maybe he’s black and Asian, judging by the slant of his eyes and his skin color, but I’m not sure. Either way, he’s gorgeous.

Gods, I honestly hate how attracted I am to him. It destroys any semblance of smart thinking I can have around him.

That isn’t fair, because honestly, I’ve never felt more level-headed. I thought I would be out of my mind after killing Dominic and Dante, but the moment he opened his door and caught my gaze, I was calm.

I won’t voice it, but I’m fucking terrified.

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