Page 28 of His Last Will

“Ari—” I yell after her, but she slams the door behind her, not looking back.

I will let her run for now only because I love the chase. But when I catch her, she is going to give me exactly what I want.

Lifting my fingers to my lips, I taste her sweetness mixed with blood. Nothing has ever been this close to an aphrodisiac.

“Fuck.” I suck her essence from my finger as I use my other hand to pull my pants down just enough to get my hard cock out. Stroking, I think of her still straddling the body of the corpse while riding my hand. She would look so good dripping in blood and getting off on my fingers. Moaning like a little whore for me as she tried to tell herself she didn’t like what was happening.

She was going to pretend it was Brodie. Well, that was fine with me. She could even picture him with us. Maybe he would be behind her, using the wetness that dripped from her body as lube for her ass. He could murmur dirty thoughts in her ear as he looked at me. “Arianna, would you like us to fill both of your holes on top of this corpse?”

Christ, I didn’t think I could get any harder, just thinking of his raspy voice talking dirty to her. I stroke myself a little faster, the orgasm building inside of me.

Brodie would bring her to release with his cock in her ass, mine in her pussy. I’d feel him as he fucked her, separated only by the thin walls of her cunt. The thought of her cum dripping on top of this dead body while she’s filled by both of us is what finishes me off, my cum splattering on top of the actual dead guy in front of me.

I grunt a little. “Damn, probably more than you deserve, Ian.” Taking my cum, I spread it around on him. Not like Ash can use the man for his research anymore, but I’ll explain what happened later. He might be more forgiving since it was Ari. Maybe.

Well, I can’t just leave this mess here, or Ash really would hang me by the balls. Probably shoot me up with some of his stuff too. But I will clean this up and then go after my little venom. Because she can’t hide from me forever.

ARI

What the hell was I thinking?

I wasn’t. That much is obvious. Running back to my room, I head straight for the shower. I killed someone. I stabbed them until they stopped screaming. I wasn’t just watching from the sidelines; I was a full-on participant.

And it got me fucking wet.

Unsure how I feel about that, I know I’ll have to think on it later. But I do know I enjoyed it. Enjoyed it enough to kiss Aiden.

I kissed Aiden. I fucking kissed him, right there, covered in blood, with zero witnesses.

And I didn’t hate it.

No, I was wet for it. For him. When he put his finger inside me, it felt like I was going to combust right there on top of the dead guy. Indescribable lust almost suffocated me.

Then he ruined it. He said the one thing that would get me to stop and ground back down into reality. He mentioned Brodie. The man I love more than anything. I am his, even with him gone.

I don’t bother to put clothes on after I dry off from my shower. Lying in bed, I think of Brodie. My sinful perfection. My future in life and in death.

My fingers trail down my naked body, slowly, until I hit the apex of my thighs. I groan. Still wet and needy from earlier, I picture Brodie. Just him.

His blue, almost-green eyes, and his wicked smile. I touch myself the way he would touch me. Soft at first, building me up, until I beg beneath him for more. More fingers, more pressure. Just more of him.

If I concentrate enough, I can almost smell his musk. Thinking of his eyes on me. Watching me, reading me. Knowing exactly how to push me over the edge.

“Brodie,” I whisper into the empty room, “please, please.”

I’m begging, bringing myself to tears, as I beg for his touch, knowing that I will not feel it again in this lifetime.

Increasing the pressure, I dip my fingers deeper inside of me and use my thumb to massage my clit. Brodie loved to play with my clit, not letting up even after I came. He would try to see how long I could last until I screamed his name. Then, even when I finally relented, and my throat was raw from begging, he would still show me no mercy. Stuffing me full until I was screaming. Sensitive and worn out, I would cry on his cock as he pounded into me.

Thinking of him, I use my other hand to reach into my drawer and pull out the egg-shaped vibrator, my favorite with the suction feature. Placing it right over my clit, my body starts to vibrate from the pleasure.

That is when his face appears. Aiden. The man I just kissed. He could hold my vibrator just the way I like it and secure my hands so that all I had to do was lie there and feel. It would still be Brodie’s fingers inside of me. Both of them bringing me to climax.

“Do you want to come on my brother’s fingers, venom?”

Holy hell. My fingers are soaked as I continue to stroke the inside of my pussy. Ramping up the speed on the vibrator, I press it a little harder against my clit.

Aiden would squeeze my wrists tighter and drop his head to my breast, biting my nipple hard.