I aimed my Glock at the lines of the rope and pulled the trigger over and over, some missing and others fraying the rope. Desperation took over as the rope finally broke, and Judas fell to the ground.
He was motionless.
I got on top of him and smashed the ever-loving shit out of him, performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and chest compressions. Finally, I could feel his heartbeat. I was breathing like an ox, trying to watch his chest rise and fall in a continuous, steady rhythm.
He coughed and looked up at me, his eyes refocusing.
“Liebling?”
I scrubbed my cheeks and shook my head at him. “Yes, you damn fool. I am here.”
He looked down slowly at my position on his body, and I couldn’t help but blush. Fuck this man for making me feel different.
“You should have told me.” He wheezed, bringing his hands to weakly lay on my thighs.
I frowned at him. “Tell you what?”
“That dying…” he said, going into a coughing fit before continuing in that weak tone. “That dying would be what gets you on top of me.”
CHAPTER TWO
Judas
My cock had never been harderin my entire fucking life.
What the fuck is it with big boy making me all gooey inside?
The warehouse floor and broken boards felt cold and scratchy on my back, but my view of Randall on top of me was the hell he’d stolen from me.
“Watch it, inmate. You idiot. What are you doing out here?”
Clearly, my intention was to kill myself and rid the world of my hella baggage. Both my brothers were cozied up to their girls, and Roe Roe even easy-baked his wife with more damn children.
Those weirdos were fucking bunny rabbits.
Kids. Blegh.
Me and rugrats were too similar in the head sometimes. Hell, the entire Asylum, my home away from home, was basically filled with fucking ‘children.’ Half the people at Hospital Thirteen needed their asses wiped and their mystery meat spoon-fed to them.
I wasn’t incapable of anything.
I was a god.
I had every voice known to man in my head. Sure, some were louder than others. And okay, maybe some could take control of my body and turn me into a mass murderer while my subconscious camped out like a stoner at a rave…buuuuut that was besides the point.
I knew it all.
Every whisper that happened in those walls was like it was going directly into my ear. The voices told me.
The voices always knew.
“You tried to end the noise, Judas,” They hissed.“So now we’ll scream louder”.
I cocked a brow at the cop on top of me, my thoughts brought back to my beautiful present. The tattered rope of my failed death noose swayed above Randall’s head. It was mocking me, coaxing me to try again.
Randall must have gotten his name because he sure was ‘randy.’ His thick cock twitched on mine, and a growl erupted from my raw throat. He tried to pull away, but I locked him onto my pelvis, grinding my hips against his plump little ass.
Fuck me, Randall King was a towering black cloud I wanted to fucking devour. Every demon in my blank ass head needed to dominate him. More so than anyone else.
