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I step away from him and lean against the white subway tiles, watching as he scrubs himself clean. His eyes flicker to mine a few times, but he doesn’t say anything.
He shuts off the water and steps out, reaching for the towel he placed on the counter. I remove my wet clothes and toss them in the sink.
Kas eyes me through the mirror, his gaze lingering on my naked body before he turns away and rubs the towel through his hair.
I grab him by the arms and force him into the loft bedroom.
“What the hell?” he asks, trying to shake me off.
“You tell me,” I growl, forcing him to the bed.
“What?” he questions, turning over on his back.
I reach for the lube in the nightstand next to us. Considering we’ve fucked in every nook and cranny in this place, we know to keep lube nearby for when the moment strikes.
With a generous squeeze, I pour the liquid into my palm before stroking my cock.
“Tell me about tonight,” I tell him.
With another squeeze, I cover my fingers before sliding them between his cheeks, finding his hole.
“Tell you what about tonight?” he asks, a sense of fear in his eyes.
Kas rarely gets scared, but I’ve seen the alarm in those dark eyes of his a few times, and it’s only when I’m on the other side. There’s still a lack of trust between us. We’re killers. I knew going in we wouldn’t be able to trust each other, it’s why our relationship is so dysfunctional. One of the most important components in a relationship is trust, but somehow we’ve still made it work.
He worries I may lose control over my bloodlust—that I may go too far when cutting him, because I’ll want to see more blood. He worries I won’t be satisfied with just that. He’s right to be concerned. Just as it’s obvious I should’ve been worried he would soon crave the desire for stalking on his own. We came up with a plan that seemed to work out for both of us, but maybe it’s been months since I’ve killed someone because he’s been preoccupied with his own pursuits.
“Tell me what you did tonight,” I say, stretching him with my fingers.
He closes his eyes, moaning. “I…I didn’t…oh yeah.”
I lean forward and squeeze his jaw with my other hand while continuing to prep him for my assault. “No, this isn’t for your enjoyment. This is for mine. I want every detail, Kas. I want to know everything. If you’re gonna keep the experience from me, you’re gonna at least let me live vicariously.”
“Oh god,” he moans again.
I remove my fingers and coat my cock once more, settling between his spread thighs. I put my cock at his entrance and push in.
“Fuck,” he groans in pleasure.
“Explain,” I say, moving in fully before hovering over his body.
“I was driving,” he says, starting at the beginning. I’m too worked up for the long version. I need the gritty details.
I thrust hard. “How did you take him down?”
“We were behind a bar.”
“Why the fuck were you at a bar?” I ask, getting distracted.
“To have a drink.” He grunts. “I had a bad day.”
“Mm.”
“This guy kept looking at me.”
“And you were looking at him, weren't you?” I ask, sliding out until just my tip is in his ass.
“No.”
