Page 53 of The Silent Night Stalker
A stray tear falls down his face, and I wipe it away. Now I feel like I’ve completely failed him.
“This was for you. I’d do it again and again if I had to,” he whispers and sniffs. “This is my Christmas gift to you. My love for you. How I feel about doing it is irrelevant. Anyone who hurts you will always have to answer to me.”
“God… Little Bird…” I slam my mouth against his, and I don’t give a fuck that he’s got blood all over him. Hell, my knees are soaking up the blood pooled on the rug. I shove my tongue into his mouth and kiss him with my fucking gratitude.
Constantine melts under me as he always does whenever we’re like this. He yields so beautifully. I have no idea what to give him in return for this gift, so I give myself to him.
When we come up for air, I push him onto his back and hover over him. He looks up at me with such innocent eyes. More innocent than they should be after killing someone. “I want to taste you,” I tell him.
He gnaws his bottom lip and nods.
Chapter 20
Constantine
Mychestheaveswithexcitement, and the anxiety of what I’d just done washes away. Killing someone like that was… terrifying. It brought me back to the night I killed Steve and Mom. I’d been so scared and angry. The two emotions sent me into this wild tailspin. But when it was over, I felt a strange, peaceful feeling take over. Killing Mario wasn’t like that at all.
Enzo peels down my jeans and underwear over my calves. Whenever he’s close or touches me, I feel… almost normal. Or clear. Like I’ve been living in this fog, and Enzo just clears it up for me with his presence. I feel like I can handle anything life throws at me because of him. That’s when I remember that what I’ve just done was for him. He deserves to be happy, too. He shoves my sweater and shirt over my stomach, and his eyes land on my cock as if he’s about to devour his last meal.
He licks his lips, fists my length, and engulfs my entire cock into his mouth all the way to the root. I throw my head back and arch my spine, crying out as the wet heat sets my body on fire. He’s stroked me before, but this is the first time he’s gone down on me. Hell, he’s thefirstto go down on me, period. I know right then I’ll never be satisfied with just my hand again.
My body shudders, and I arch my back even more when he curls his tongue around the sensitive head, forcing him to take me deeper. It’s not enough. Death, blood, torture, and revenge have fully vanished from my world. I even forgot that we’re doing this next to a dead body. I’m hyper-focused on Enzo’s amazing mouth.
My entire body flushes for him. Electricity courses up my spine and back down again, and to my fingertips. It vibrates all around me. My balls are tight and heavy. I don’t want it to be over already, and I’m tired of coming too fast, but I can’t stop the flood if I try. But before I can come, Enzo pops off, and I growl in frustration because I was so close. He chuckles at me as he spits into his hand.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.”
Then he sucks me down again with his nose pressed into my pubes. I can feel my cock hitting the back of his throat, and my eyes roll into my head. But when he swipes my hole with his spit-covered finger, my toes curl and I feel the pressure building again. I’m clawing at the rug, not knowing what to do with my bloodied hands as I get lost in chasing my climax.
But as soon as he shoves his finger into my hole, I’m done for. I explode like a bomb. I’m loud like one, too. My cock pulses as it pumps out spurt after spurt into Enzo’s mouth. He swallows all of it, thrusting his finger in and out, brushing over my prostate, keeping my orgasm going for as long as it can.
When my body sinks into the floor, he finally lets go of my cock and pulls out his finger, wiping it on the rug.
“God… that was the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had,” I managed to mutter. “I think I’ve lost my bones somewhere.”
Enzo’s laugh fills me with warmth. He lies on top of me, his weight like a heavy, comforting blanket. There are no kisses. He just holds me as my body comes back to life.
“Let me do you now,” I say, running my fingertips along his back.
“No, that was all for you.” He sits up, straddles me, and presses his hand to my throat, not to hurt me, but to control me, to keep me solely focused on him. His eyes turn serious, and his brows are set low. “You belong to me. You’re mine.”
If that’s as close as he’ll ever get to telling me he loves me, I’ll take it. He owns all of me. He owns my heart, body, and soul.
“Yes,” I breathe because I can barely speak, not because he has a hold of my throat, or that he just gave me the most intense orgasm ever, but because I’m overwhelmed with emotion. “Always.”
Enzo climbs off me, stands, and holds out his hand. I take it, and he lifts me to my feet. He bends down and pulls up my pants and underwear. “Let’s get cleaned up. We can’t exactly drive around covered in blood.”
“I brought spare clothes, but I don’t have anything for you.”
“I’ll wear something of Mario’s.”
I grab my backpack, and he takes my hand again to lead me up the stairs and into the main suite. Mario’s house is a lot more modern on the inside compared to the age of the home. It feels awkward and cold.
The bathroom is so much bigger than Enzo’s, made from stone, glass, and chrome. The shower has four showerheads. Who needs that many?
Before I can get naked, Enzo fingers the ends of my sweater and pulls it over my head. Then he removes my T-shirt. I wear all black to hide the blood, but it’s on my face, hands, and dried in my fingernails.
I watch him undress me. He takes such good care of me. I worship the ground he walks on, and if something happens to him or betweenus, I think I’ll die. He’s the only good thing in my life, and I can’t bear the thought of losing something so precious.
