Page 11 of Devious Nightmare

He takes a single step toward me, and it’s already one step too close for comfort. Only one of us is going to walk away from this, and I will be damned if it’s not me.

As soon as the knife in my hand slices through Donavan’s arm, I feel something inside me change. I’m no longer the Ripley Collins I was a few hours ago. Now, I’m a double murderer. Soon to be a serial killer if the officer over by the cop car succumbs to the gash from my knife.

I did stab him in the side of his throat, so it’s very likely that he won’t survive that.

I keep asking myself the same question over and over again in my head. Is Blaze worth everything I’ve risked losing to help him?

If you had asked me yesterday if I’d kill for Blade, my answer would have beenyes, immediately. I was obsessed. I’m still obsessed, but this is different. I thought I loved this misunderstood rock god.

Naive? Yes, but isn’t that how so many other people are when it comes to their idols? From his music to his insanely hot face and lean tattooed body, he’s perfect. Add in his music and his smoky singing, and you have the man of most women’s fantasies.

Either way, it’s too late to turn back now. I lift my gaze and meet the Sheriff’s terrified eyes. Just as he says, “Ripley,” I draw the knife back, and plunge it into his chest. The accompanying scraping and squelching sounds should deter me from doing it again, but it doesn’t.

I pull the knife back, ignoring the grotesque sound it makes as it leaves his body, and drive it into his chest over and over again. I lose count after the third or fourth time I pierce his flesh with the weapon in my hand.

At some point during the attack, Donavan fell to the ground, and I ended up straddling his stomach as I continued my onslaught. It’s all a bit hazy.

When I look down at the man beneath me, all I see is dark red blood, pouring from between his quivering lips, pooling on his chest, and splattered all over his beige uniform.

He’s a mess.

I’m a mess.

I just murdered the freaking sheriff.

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Blaze

Ripley looks like an immortal goddess covered in the blood of our enemies. My cock comes to life in my jeans as I watch her rip the blade out of Donavan’s chest. The bastard is still gurgling, but there’s no way he’s getting back up. She must have driven the Bowie into his chest and neck at least a dozen times. The fucker will be dead soon.

As Ripley rises from the ground, she tries to clean the mess off my knife with her dress, but she’s also covered in this fucker’s blood. All she does is smear the crimson liquid around with every swipe against the fabric. When she finally stops trying, she turns her icy stare to me.

The sight of blood always gets my dick hard, but when it’s on my Little Sire, it makes me fucking feral. I need to get my hands on her really soon. Though, I’m afraid right now might not be the time. She doesn’t look pleased with me.

I don’t have much time left, and I need to have her again before I go. Maybe she’ll take pity on me about the wholebeing sent back to the afterlifething. I’m not above guilting her into letting me fuck that sweet, tight pussy again.

Her chest is heaving with the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The deep plunge of her dress shifted during the attack, and her gorgeous tit and pink nipple are on full display for me. One of the slits at the front of her dress ripped all the way up to her waist, revealing more skin than before. She’s fucking perfect.

“So, now what?” She asks, clearly frustrated as she waves her arms toward the three nearly lifeless bodies behind her, but I don’t look at them. My eyes remained trained on the woman before me.

The annoyance on Ripley’s face falls away as she takes in my expression. I can only assume that my desire is evident on my face.

At the same time, we move toward each other until we collide in the middle. I take her lips for the first time and groan at the contact. I need more.

My tongue delves into her mouth as my hands take hold of the torn fabric, easily shredding the rest of the flimsy material. She shoves my jacket from my shoulders before immediately pulling at the hem of my t-shirt. When she can't lift the material from my body, she uses her long dark nails to tear it. The ripping sound of my shirt only heightens our frenzy.

In seconds, my pants are gone, and we both stand in the field completely bare to each other. Ripley trails my body with her hungry eyes until they land on my dick. Her eyes grow wide, and her head snaps up until they meet mine again.

“Your dick is…” She trails off, and I can’t help the bark of laughter that sounds through the field.

“It’s tattooed.” I nod as I take it in my fist. As I stroke myself, the light from the headlights flashes across the metal at my tip. “And it’s pierced.”

“Holy…fuck,” she breathes. She bites into her bottom lip as she looks back to my thick length in my hands. “I didn’t notice before.”

I smirk at her and her innocence. She’s clearly never fucked someone with a piercing before, and in a fucked up way I like corrupting her. I don’t have much time left. Who knows if she’ll even want to try bringing me back for a second time? I’m going to take full advantage of the time I have left with her.

“Get on your knees, Ripley.” I watch intently as she processes what I’ve said, blinking up at me as clarity washes over her face. A soft smile spreads across her lips as she sinks to her knees in front of me.

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