Page 29 of Sanguineous Fiend
“Don’t talk like that. I can fix this. Fix us.”
“You can’t fix what the fuck you broke. Don’t you get it, Letty? You fucking don’t understand what you’ve even done.”
She’s yelling at me now. She doesn’t understand. But I’m going to show her. Show her what we can be together.
“Just do this. If this doesn’t change your mind, then I will leave you alone.”
“You are not getting it, Letty.”
I get it, but I want her to see this side of me. To be okay with who I am. I desperately feel like she would love me despite everything. If I can just show her who I am, then just maybe we can make this work.
“Come on, kitten. Just a few minutes. Please.”
“Fine. I won’t change my mind, but I will give you this so that you can leave me alone.”
Fucking yes. I did it. I can show her exactly what I need her to see. She can witness the glory behind what I feel. I just need her to keep an open mind for just a little while.
We exit the elevator when it reaches the penthouse suite. The old man is nowhere to be seen, which means he is most likely in the bedroom waiting for us. I’d told him I wanted a threesome with him and my friend. He believed me and took me up on my offer. Idiot.
Now that Scarlett is here, I grab her hand and lead her to the bedroom. It wasn’t hard to find as the other doors were closed and I could hear soft music coming from this one. He’s on the bed in nothing but boxer shorts. It smells horrid in here. Like sex, drugs, and body odor all mixed into one disgusting cocktail of scents.
Scarlett turns her nose up but lets me lead her toward a chair beside the bed. I place her in the seat and then lean down to kiss her cheek. I stay by her ear long enough to whisper to her.
“Just watch. Then you will see.”
“Don’t do this, Letty.”
I ignore her. I have to show her. So I turn around and head for the bed where he waits for me. I drop my dress to the floor and reach into my purse before dropping it on top. I kick off my shoes and leave them. He glances over at Scarlett but says nothing as I climb on the edge of the mattress. I inch closer to the man.
I don’t stop until I’m lying on the pillow next to him. On my side, facing both him and Scarlett. I don’t even remember his fucking name, and yet I’m about to kill him in front of her.
Yep. I’m a fucking psycho.
I reach between my legs with two fingers and find my clit as Scarlett and I hold eye contact. I ignore the man at my side and focus on giving myself pleasure. Scarlett’s eyes burn even in the dark room. I know she can’t resist the erotic sight.
She’s made for me. I just know it. She’s mine and I’m hers.
As I move my fingers over my clit, I stare only at her. Losing sight of everything else in the room. He moves toward me, but other than the moment that he enters my line of sight and then moves, I don’t break contact with Scarlett. This is for her.
He is over my body. His hands move along my sides and I shiver. Mostly out of disgust. I don’t want his crusty hands on me. The women weren’t wrong when they say he’s like a disease. Instead, I fuck myself with my fingers before looking away from Scarlett for a second so I can open my knife and slit his throat.
Scarlett gasps, but she doesn’t move as the blood pours over my body and the man stutters and then releases me to grasp his throat. He falls partly on me, but I just push him away and continue fucking myself while staring at Scarlett.
She has a fire in her eyes that makes my orgasm build that much faster. She didn’t scream when I killed him. She isn’t crying or scared. She’s like me. She’s as fucking psycho as I am.
I’m coated in this man’s blood as he slowly sputters beside me as he dies. Scarlett is staring at me with desire in her eyes. She is enjoying this. She wants this. So I fuck myself all that much harder. Just for her.
All for her.
My fingers slide in and out, my chest is warm from the blood. It’s thick and beautiful along my pale skin. I use my other hand to move along my clit. Pushing myself higher. My pleasure builds with each pass of my clit and each dive of my fingers.
Scarlett is out of her seat and in the bed beside me. She slaps my hand away from my clit and her fingers replace it. She doesn’t stop my other hand, so I keep moving them within me. She uses her other hand to wrap her fingers around my throat.
Gripping it tightly at my pulse points, she squeezes until my body soars higher than it’s ever been. My orgasm shakes my body as she releases the pressure at my throat.
She sees me. She gets me. She’s in the middle of this bed, fucking me, while coated in this man’s blood that I just killed. She’s a fucking psycho and I love it.
Her fingers leave my clit and she releases my throat completely. She doesn’t say anything as she sits back on the bed. Watching me with intent eyes as she sighs heavily. She looks tired. Like exhausted. She wants to fight this, but she knows she can’t. Not anymore.
