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Kas inhales deeply, his shoulders rising as his anger grows.

I walk around and lean on the back door of BJ’s car where I’m able to look into his eyes. “I’d apologize if I were you.”

“You can get the fuck off my car. You’ve always given me weird fucking vibes. I thought you were just some sort of freak, but now I know you have more than one problem.”

My eyes lift to Kas behind him. He’s furious. His brows are drawn in, creating a valley of furrows between them. His jaw is tense and his chest heaves with deep breaths.

Before BJ can reach the door handle, Kas tightens his grip on the end of the tire iron and lifts it from his shoulder. With one vicious swing, he smacks BJ in the side of the head, sending him stumbling to the side.

I feel a few droplets of blood hit my face before noticing his dazed, brown eyes as he stares back at Kaspian in disbelief.

Moving away from the car, I walk around to keep my view unobstructed. BJ reaches for the wound in his head, his fingers coming away with blood.

“You’re fucking crazy.”

“You’re damn right I am, and don’t think I’d ever let you get away with talking to him like that.”

It looks like BJ is about to open his mouth to say something else, but Kas doesn’t let him. He lets loose and swings over and over again.

BJ stumbles before falling to his knees. Kaspian hits him again. He doesn’t focus solely on his head, choosing to spread the pain through his body—arms, shoulders, stomach, legs.

I keep my steps moving so I can continue to watch the rage in his face as he works, grunting and breathing with each swing.

When BJ is finally on his back, whimpering and crying, Kas barricades his waist with his feet before bringing the tire iron down on his head and face over and over until he stops making noise. Blood splatters across Kaspian’s clothes and skin, and though it’s cold outside, a sheen of sweat glistens across his forehead.

After a minute, he stands up straight and rolls his neck, holding the weapon at his side. He’s fucking glorious.

“We should go,” I say, eyeing him up and down.

He pierces me with his dark eyes. “Yeah.”

We leave BJ in the snow, his blood creating crimson snow around him, and hop into my truck and drive off. We’re currently staying in a motel, but I don’t have the patience to wait until we get there. I drive for about two miles until I find a clearing between trees and park.

“Get out.”

I don’t wait for him to ask why, perhaps he already knows. By the time I get around to his side, he’s already on his feet, the door closed behind him.

Before I can attack, he’s on me, his hand sliding over my cheek until he cups the back of my head. His lips collide into mine as I run my hand through his hair, tugging on the strands.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur against his mouth, my hands moving to his pants to undo the button. “So depraved.” I shove his jeans and underwear down. “Fucking magnificent.”

He grins at me, his murderous eyes on mine as his teeth sink into his bottom lip. “I love how morbid you are.”

My lips quirk up, and then I drop to my knees in the snow and take him in my mouth. Kaspian’s hand lands on my head as he releases a hiss when I take him to the back of my throat. I worship his dick, lavishing it with the attention of my lips, tongue, and hands until he’s cussing and gasping for breath.

“Oh my god,” he breathes. “Quin. I’m so close.”

I moan around his shaft, stroking him as his crown rests between my lips. It’s not long before he grips my hair tightly in his fist before exploding on my tongue. I swallow his release before standing up, and he quickly grabs my face in his hands and devours my mouth.

When he pulls away, he turns and opens the door of the truck, reaching into the glove department.

“Fuck me,” he says, handing me a packet of lube before turning around and bending over the seat.

I don’t waste time, ripping open the single-use package and squirting the liquid on my fingers before inserting them in his ass and preparing him for my cock.

As I stretch him, I undo my pants with my free hand and free my already throbbing erection. With the remaining lube, I coat my dick and position myself at his entrance.

I push in slowly at first, giving him a few pumps at a leisurely pace, and then I can’t handle it anymore. I grip his waist and drive into him deep.

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