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“Sorry, Luv, but I need your undivided attention on me,” Cole demands, lifting the bat from my grasp. He spins it around a few times, before using it as a cane and leaning on it. “What fun should we have first? Take turns using a blindfold and hitting him with the bat like a psychopath’s version of a child’s party? Or maybe I should show you how skilled I am at skinning?”
“Umm… which would you prefer?” I ask taken aback. I’ve never been faced with someone else giving me options like this. It’s always been my rodeo.
He grins and snatches a thin as fuck knife from his back pocket. In a whip-like motion, he grasps my hand and drags me to the side of our subject. “Dude, do you have a stool or something in here?” He glances to the left and his eyes light up. “Oh! There. That chair. I need it for our girl.” Cole is acting way outside of his usual realm of normal. A jittery elated bubbliness erupting from him.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was on drugs.
On second thought, I guess I don’t actually know better. He did mention growing up with gangs and running drugs. Maybe he’s been hiding it from me all this time.
I don’t act this happy when killing… do I?
Vander drags the chair to where Cole wants it, and I mouth “Is he on drugs?”
My formerly serious guard hides his chuckle, shaking his head no. So glad he finds this amusing.
“Up you go, Luv,” Cole commands, patting the seat of the chair. I tower over him standing here but when he lifts a hand to Anthony’s cheek, I find I have the perfect vantage point. “Try not to move, good chap. I don’t want to cut too deep.” Some of the craziness leaves his eyes and tone as he concentrates, melting into his inner calm, the same spot I find when I’m in the zone of killing someone. The spot where I always feel like I’m high.
Maybe that’s why he seemed so off. He knew he was about to find that next hit. “It takes a steady hand,” he tells me as the blade slices into the cheek. Blood pours out. So much fucking blood. It quickly soaks the side of his face, and I’m surprised Cole can see anything as the knife continues to move.
A soft dripping sound can be heard as Cole’s eyes narrow in concentration. I know he wants me to watch his work, trying to teach me how to do it, but I stopped listening when I caught my first glimpse of him in the zone. He’s so fucking handsome. My nerdy man has a totally deranged side. And I want nothing more than to fuck his brains out.
His eyes briefly dart to mine, and they sparkle as he smirks. I end up having to hold Anthony’s head in place by the hair when he passes out, and after some time, Cole holds up a thin piece of tan skin, reminiscent of shaved lunch meat. “There. Got the part that touched you.”
He acts like he’s going to hand it to me, but I step back trying to keep from being forced to touch it. My foot meets empty air, and I experience a moment of free fall before I’m caught by Grayson. “Looking a little green there, sugar pop.”
“You’re one to talk,” I snap back, worried my badass card is about to be taken. Blood doesn’t bother me, the sight of life leaving someone’s eyes thrills me. But the sight of a flap of skin dangling in my face is apparently taking things dangerously close to my line.
Grayson returns me to my feet and smiles before stepping back.
“Don’t worry, Luv, I won’t make you touch it,” Cole says, pulling my attention back to him. “See, I got rid of it.” He holds up his bloody hands.
I roll my eyes trying to hide my relief. Sounds dumb for a serial killer to be squeamish over something like a flab of skin, and yet here we are. I slowly walk toward Cole, putting extra sway in my hips. “You know what would be hot?” I ask him.
He raises an eyebrow, reaching for my hips, with no regard for the blood on his hands. “What’s that?”
“If you took your shirt off while we play the piñata game. With all that blood already covering him, we’re bound to be splattered. We can make it a contest on who ends up with more on them.” I run my hands up his chest enjoying the feel of his muscles hidden under his shirt. The vibrator in my ass had cut off a short time ago but now comes back to life.
“Love the way you think, Luv,” he coos before whipping my shirt over my head. “We should probably leave this on though. Don’t want to injure the girls accidentally.” His finger traces the edge of my lace bra before his hand trails behind my neck, pulling me in for a kiss. Annoyed he didn’t take his shirt off at the same time, I slip the knife from my back pocket and silently flip the blade out and cut up the center of his shirt.
I have the scraps ripped off his arms before he even realizes what I did. When he does, he groans into our kiss, biting my lip and pulling me even closer as my hands explore. I can’t get enough of him, but when my hands near his waistband, he steps away. Probably agreed to the same thing Jasper did.
The smirk he gives me has my clit weeping for her loss. “Saucy, Raven. No fucking drenched in the blood of our toys until at least the third date,” he teases, reminding me of one of our first conversations in the coffee shop. He bends down and picks up his discarded shirt, ripping two strips to be used as blindfolds.
“You guys want to play too?” I ask my other men who are leaning against the back wall watching me now that my lacy tits are out on display.
“Nah, we’re good,” Jasper answers for them.
“Ladies first,” Cole says, handing me the bat and moving behind me to tie the cloth around my eyes. “Three hits and then it’s my turn.” He takes off my safety glasses and secures the blindfold before spinning me around several times. I’m slightly dizzy when he moves me in front of my object, but it doesn’t stop me from making direct contact with my hit.
I giggle as a spray of blood splatters me. It’s too early in the game for it to be fresh blood, it’s remnants of how much he bled from his face. My other two hits end the same way, and when I’m done, I slide the cloth onto my forehead and glance down at myself. As I thought, I’m speckled with blood.
“So fucking sexy,” Cole growls. “My turn.”
By the time our game ends, we both have lines of blood trailing down our bodies and hunger in our eyes. Too bad the only orgasms I’m getting right now are the ones I’ve gotten from the plug when someone tried to cheat and turn it on when I was making my hits.
Either way, the anger I’ve been trying to rid myself of has now drained out of me, and the calm relaxation of a peaceful afternoon with my men has replaced it.
Today was my first kill where I didn’t miss seeing the life leaving their eyes. Hell, I barely even remembered to utter the word nevermore while he was still alive. I was having too much fun with Cole. Our laughter rang out through the room like a couple of kids having a water gun fight. But instead, we were spraying ourselves with blood.
