Page 92 of Lost to the Woods

She turns to face us with a blank expression, only her eyes betraying her panic.

Mark’s on his knees in front of me, sweat and snot running down his face. He’s begging, “Please, please, man, I’m just her fan. I never even stood a chance. I just… God, please, I don’t want to die. I have to take care of my Meemaw.” Like that fucking matters now. Like words ever mattered.

It’s her fault. She pushed me to this point.

“Baby, you really shouldn’t try to make me jealous,” I tell her, my voice dripping with hatred… with insanity. “Don’t you know it drives me fucking mad?”

Her throat bobs, and she trembles, realizing this is real. That I’m truly that unhinged, that deeply consumed by my fixation on her.

I lift the knife, slowly, almost mischievously. The first cut is shallow, only a tease across his cheek. But it rips through his skin, ruining his pretty-country-boy face, crimson streaks dripping fast down his trembling chin onto his heaving chest.

Mark gasps, eyes bugging, as he struggles against my hold, pleading for mercy. But it’s just background noise. And I laugh because he thinks that’s pain.

No. Pain’s coming.

My brothers linger in the corners of the room, shifting on their feet, their breaths coming quicker. The sharp, metallic scent of blood is thickening the air, along with the mouth-watering aroma of fear, and I can feel them getting antsy, hungry.

Making mecrave…

This is for Bunny, but it’s minefirst. And I’m going to enjoy every goddamn second of it.

“Now watch what you did,” I continue, tilting my head at her with a wicked smirk underneath my mask as the edge of the blade slides down Mark’s throat. “Watch what happens when you play fucking games with me.”

22. Ghost

Mark thrashes, screaming.

“Ghost, no!” Bunny calls out, pale and hysterical, leaping forward.

But it’s too late.

The second slash bites much deeper, splitting skin across his throat like wet paper. Blood spurts, thick and dark, splattering across the walls, the floor, across Bunny's bare skin.

Mark’s gurgled bellow is fuckingmusic, combined with Bunny screams. She’s held by Doruun, blocking her from trying to stop me. Not that she could. She’s only tossing her head as if that could chase the view away from her eyes.

The third strike cuts deep into Mark’s belly, carving open his useless flesh, blood pooling around us.

My brothers are groaning, excited. Zhyra licks his mouth with feverish hunger, ready to pounce and chew. Khalok grips his hard, throbbing cock, admiring how the boy’s muscles twitch under the blade. Varekka’s already on the ground, lapping at the spilled blood.

And I? I feelalive.

Fourth. Fifth. I lose count after that, just slashing him in blind, hot frenzy. Mark’s blood is warm, sticky, fucking perfectas I drag my fingers through the mess I made of him. The bastard’s heart is still beating—barely—but it won’t be for long. Not that it matters. He served his purpose.

I bring my hand up under the balaclava, copper and salt on my tongue as I lick my fingers clean with a groan.

Fuck, it’s good.

Almost as good as the way Bunny’s shaking right now, her big, terrified, watery eyes locked on me. My good girl. Sheshouldbe scared of me. It makes my cock twitch like a live wire.

“Look at him,” I growl, grabbing her leash and forcing her face toward Mark’s ruined body. “This is what happens when you fucking tease me.”

She whimpers, but I don’t give her time to beg. I slam her down into the blood-soaked floor, her naked skin smearing red as she writhes under me. The scent of her fear, the heat of her body—it’s intoxicating. Mixed with his blood, creates an aphrodisiac that’s impossible for me to resist.

I grind my cock against her ass, letting her feel how fucking hard she makes me.

“You’re a monster!” She sobs, trying to twist away, but I yank her back by her hair and lock her in place.

“No, Bunny, you did this,” I snarl. “You made me hurt him, you little fucking slut. You shouldn’t have smiled at him. Let him think he had a chance.” I yank her hair, just a little harder. “Did you really think I’d let another man touch what’s mine?” Leaning over her, I add, “What’s ours?”

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