Page 12 of Killer Bones

I had to do it.

I’m still clutching the knife when someone catches up to me and takes it away. I could have used it, but I forgot to try. My hands are so cold. I breathe in, out.

I hope Dead Guy is true to his word.

I don’t want to die easily.

I want to live.

“You know,” Montez drawls. “She was not what you think she was, Miss Izabella. She was my plan all along—to draw you here with a few lies, so I could catch you. Now I have you, let us end this annoyance. Noah, kill her.”

My heart is already numb. I think, maybe, I don’t care what Alice was? I just don’t.

Fuck this.

I turn with a snarl when Dead Guy reaches me, and I lash out with my fist then my knee.

He dodges the knee, deflects it to his thigh, catches my arm, and hauls me to the nearest table where he holds me against the narrower side, squashed facedown to the shiny woodgrain. I splutter, flail my free arm. Dead Guy sweeps aside the pots of flowers. They crash to the floor, cracking open and spilling dirt.

I keep struggling and try to rise but he’s locked back my arm. I kick backward and he rams me into the table using his body.

“Behave!” He grunts then speaks softly. “I need to make you look tasty.” My hands are painstakingly caught then drawn to my front.

What does tasty mean? To convince Montez to keep me alive? Please let it be that. How easily he holds my wrists in one of his larger hands.

“Cut her throat,” Montez instructs. “Though you can stick her a few times before. Some screams, first.”

“Now, we begin,” he says quietly. Then louder, “I want to fuck with her and destroy her slowly. Not over a day. A week, a few days? I want to end with skinning her alive while she is fucked in every hole. Do you like this proposal, Montez?”

“You are trying to wriggle out of killing her, it seems. Fuck her now but kill her after.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Montez watching me intently. I show my teeth.

“Bitch.” Dead Guy wrenches my head up, exposing my neck. I squirm but am locked down tight. “She deserves a harder death, not an easy one.”

God, I hope he doesn’t really mean all this. But how he has me balanced, with my front partly off the table and my back arched, my clit is being smooshed against the table. His cock pushes into the split of my ass. Though my hands stay trapped in his, my hair is released, and he searches below, drags my clothes higher. I’m already panty-less. Once he has the dress and coat gathered at my waist, he kicks apart my feet then unzips and introduces the head of his erection to my pussy.

My throat closes in. I feel myself slowly swallow that part of him, unwillingly, but I’m struck dumb, my mind blanking.

Then he fists my hair again and hauls at it until my spine bows, my breasts leave the table, and I’m painfully arched. He shoves himself further in, and I gasp.

I’m transfixed by the abruptness of this possession. The way I can feel myself adjusting around him, clasping at his cock as he shunts in, pushes. Sensations bloom and spread. My thighs shake. He carves his way into me with what feels like a very hard, huge cock.

Maybe it’s because I’m not ready for this. Maybe.

I stifle a whimper as he forces himself further, and I hear a squelch. His fingers twist my hair around them, tight. Pains prickle my scalp.

His cock advances another inch, two, the girth filling me beautifully, and I’m making stupid sounds of pleasure but cannot stop myself. He thrusts full depth, and I grunt. Fuck. I thought the alley was crazy. I blink and see the men are all watching, absorbing every movement. One of them starts to stroke his dick through his pants.

The table moves and my feet have to adjust as a forceful drive slams in. Dead Guy says something I don’t catch. A curse maybe.

“Next time, something painfully big in your asshole,” he whispers, as he fucks himself in, hard. “And your mouth.”

Montez shifts in his chair, his eyes drilling into me. This is turning him on. Even his woman seems curious. She says something to him. “Carmilla and I enjoy this shaming of her. Play with her then, fuck her, then kill. Jesus, I wish we could film this.”

“So limited, Montez,” Dead Guy says teasingly. “I can show you a whole other world of pleasure mixed with torture. We can film her once you’re back home.”

Montez laughs. “The filming is simple, as long as no one else gets their hands on it, like the cops. Tempting though. Has your business branched out? If you fail to impress me, you know the penalty.”