“Are we seriously okay with this?” Devon grumbles, and Griffin slaps him on the back.
“Come on, Dev. Let’s have a drink while they have their fun.”
As soon as they vanish out the door, leaving us alone with our three captives, Asher finally claims my lips. The kiss is hot and heavy and filled with dirty promises.
When we part, I turn on some music on my phone to set the mood, and Asher tugs off his shirt before we each select a knife from my kit, ready to begin.
Together, Asher and I create a masterpiece.
Crimson floods the room as their screams get muffled by the music, and we work slowly, shredding their skin from their chests, slicing their abdomens open to tug out their intestines and watching them slither to the floor.
It’s pure art.
The moment Asher slams his blade into Monty’s chest, sawing the knife back and forth to work through the ribcage before cracking Monty’s chest open, we fall into a frenzy.
Asher tears Monty’s heart out and tosses it, the no-longer-beating organ slapping to the concrete floor, and I do the same with both twins, my suit slick with blood, while Asher’s jeans are soaked red, and his bare chest is dripping with pretty crimson.
Because the bodies will be left in a different location for theauthorities to find, I take my blade and carve my call sign near their collarbones.
The wings with the angel halo above it.
“Do you mind if I add to it?” Asher asks, his British accent thick as the sexiest fucking grin I’ve ever seen tugs at his lips.
Grinning back, I nod and step out of the way as Asher approaches Monty.
He carves a pitchfork in the centre of my angel wings and adds devil horns above it just under the angel halo. Then, to finish it off, he carves a pointy devil’s tail coming off the side in the centre of my angel wings.
My heart warms at the sight of the combination of angel and devil, and Asher turns back to me.
“Couples who slay together, stay together.”
My brows hitch while my lips spread wide in a grin, and Asher saunters over to me, looking like the devil himself, with his tanned skin and dark tattoos smeared with streaks of blood.
“Is that so?” I giggle as he hooks his arm around my waist, tugging me to his chest.
“Fuck, yeah, it is.”
He claims my lips then, our bodies moulding together like a puzzle piece as our killing frenzy turns into a different kind of frenzy.
Before I even realise what’s happening, Asher is peeling off my latex suit, slamming me back against the wall and dropping to his knees. The blood that coated his chest is now smearedover mine, and I have to admit, from my point of view, looking down at him with my creamy skin contrasting with the blood, it looks fucking hot.
Tearing off my knickers, Asher nudges my feet wide and doesn’t need to warm up my already slick pussy before he’s plunging his tongue as far as it will go inside me.
I cry out, my fingers fisting in his hair as my arousal gushes past his tongue and onto his face.
“Fuck yes, Angel. Make me dirty,” he rasps before burying his head between my legs again, and I start gyrating and thrusting as I chase my orgasm.
With the press of his nose against my clit, and his tongue fucking the sensitive nerve endings just inside me, it doesn’t take long before I’m crying out, an explosive climax slamming into me.
My gaze shifts from Asher to the bloodbath we turned the container into as I pant, trying to catch my breath.
I’m extremely sensitive, but Asher doesn’t remove his mouth, settled on his knees between my legs, he looks like he’s there to stay.
A girl can’t complain about that.
“You taste so good, Lily.” He breathes against my sex, flicking his tongue over my clit a few times and sending sensitive currents right through me. “Piss in my mouth.”
“Asher. You keep asking me to do that. But what if you don’t like it?”
