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I managed to stand on wobbly legs, and my chin shook. Slowly, I walked toward John. Adrenaline sizzled through me, and I clenched my jaw so hard that pain shot through the side of my head.
This had been the moment that I’d dreamed of since I was a child. Revenge on the man who molested me and sold pictures of me on the internet. The man who had befriended my parents. I cleared my throat and squared my shoulders. With tears in my eyes, I exhaled, searching for the right words that would wash me clean of the black stains he’d left on my soul. But there were none. Nothing I said would change the fact that this guy was a sick, fucked-up pedophile. Rage pounded through me, and my hands fisted.
A twisted laugh escaped me as I approached him and kicked him in the face with my booted foot as hard as I could. His scream echoed off the walls.
“Too bad you won’t walk around blind for the rest of your life, John. You would never be able to take another picture or video again.” I stomped on his left hand, which was on the floor beside him. His cries echoed throughout the room. “That’s for every child you touched and scarred for life.” I planted both feet on the ground, my breathing ragged and heavy with a rage I’d never allowed myself to experience before. Lifting my leg, I slammed my foot down on his dick and balls. His screams were deafening as I backed away, admiring my damage. Even if Death let John live, he wouldn’t hurt anyone anymore.
I almost wished John would survive. The mental anguish of what he’d lived through would be a sweet revenge, but I knew that Death wouldn’t let him go because, in the back of his mind, he would always be watching out for John to come after us. I doubted he would go to the cops since it would also lead to an investigation of him.
I backed away, my gaze still on John as my chest heaved with heavy breathing.
“Ella,” Death said from behind me. “Look at me.”
I turned slowly, my skin buzzing with anxiety. A storm of emotions pulsed through me as I focused on Death’s extended hand.
“Take it.” Death’s knife lay flat in his large palm, beckoning me.
I reached out and touched the handle. The same one that had been inside me. The blade glimmered in the low light, and I wrapped my hand around the hilt, electricity sparking through my body.
“You can do this. Embrace what’s inside you, little lamb. Embrace your darkness. As I’ve told you … we are the same.”
My attention drifted up to Death’s. I nodded, then gripped the weapon in my hand. I walked over to John and kneeled beside him. Power coursed through me at the mere thought of controlling whether he lived or not.
John peered at me through red, swollen eyes, snot hanging off the tip of his nose. His lips parted but before he spoke, and before I talked myself out of it, I plunged the knife into his chest. The crack of his sternum echoed off the walls, and the room spun as images of John’s abuse ricocheted through my mind. I pulled the knife from his body as blood spurted from the wound. Raising my arms up, I stabbed him in the stomach. His agonizing wails barely penetrated my hatred while I repeatedly buried the blade inside him. Finally, John’s body went limp, his unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling.
My body shook violently as I stared at John’s blood all over my hands and wrists. I’d killed him. I’d killed a man in a rage. The knife tumbled to the floor as I scrambled backward. My stomach rolled at the sight of John and all the blood, and I turned my head and vomited again.
Gruff hands held my hair back as my belly emptied its contents.
“You did well, little lamb.”
He helped me to my feet and cupped my chin. “Don’t ever apologize for saving the children who John would have taken and used.”
I blinked rapidly as Death told me about the two little girls behind the wall that he’d saved. With the truth of what I’d done … how I’d helped kids stay safe, I tucked away any guilt in a little box and buried it deep inside me.
“I’m ready to go,” I said, tipping my chin up in victory. It was over. The man who had molested me died a painful death as I rid the world of him.
I allowed myself one more glance and let the sight of him, wrecked and broken, just like the children he’d hurt, give me a glimmer of peace. Raw, dangerous power flowed through me and for the first time, I understood Death’s sick fascination. It was control at its strongest.
Without any effort, Death swept me up, his muscular arms slipping under my knees and around my back as he scooped me off the ground.
“Let’s get you home, little lamb. I’ll finish my work here later.”
I gripped the back of his neck, marking him with John’s blood as he carried me over broken boards and nails until we reached the exit. He set me down and opened the door. His grey eyes pierced my soul, and my body suddenly hummed with desire.
We reached the car, but instead of him opening the door and climbing into the driver’s seat, he led me to the hood of the car and bent me over.
“You did well, Ella.”
He slid his hand around my waist, undid my jeans and slowly lowered them over my hips and down my legs. Death helped me step out of them, then licked and nipped his way up my bare thigh.
“You’ll be rewarded for your kill.”
I shuddered as his breath grazed over my G-string, my pussy growing wetter by the second. Death hooked his fingers in the strings and dragged it down to my ankles. He spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing me to him.
On his knees, he hungrily devoured my core with his tongue, lapping at my slick folds and circling my pulsing clit with expert precision. Each lick sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me, and I moaned as he thrust his wicked tongue inside me. He savagely nipped at the sensitive skin around my entrance, igniting a fiery ache that only intensified my desire for him. His touch was fierce and insatiable, driving me to the brink of ecstasy with each tantalizing stroke of his talented tongue.
Death slid two fingers inside me, coating them with my juices before he trailed up to my asshole. As his lips latched onto my clit, he moved his hand to my tight asshole and pressed against it. With each thrust of his finger, I pushed back eagerly, taking in the full length until I was grinding against him like a wild animal. The combination of the kill's adrenaline rush, the blood staining my hands, and Death's skilled touch sent me into an uncontrollable frenzy. I screamed and thrashed as my orgasm exploded over his face, leaving us both panting and drenched in sweat and pleasure.
