Page 68 of Bloody Quarter

“Doll, I will show you whatever you want.” I kissed her again until we were both breathless and panting. My heart was full, but the dark urges wanted their pound of flesh. The difference was, now, I wanted to take it with my cock between her legs and not with my blade. “I’m going to fuck you up against that wall before we leave,” I growled. “I just thought you should know.”

“How about I ride you on the coffin with Keith locked inside of it,” she said. I thought I was unshockable, but Alora managed it.

“Doll, you can fuck me anywhere you want, in any way you want, at any time you want,” I said. “Can I paint you in his blood first?” She nodded, biting her lip, and I groaned, wanting to pull my knife and stab Johnny through the heart just so we could get to putting Keith in the coffin.

“You two are fucked,” Johnny said. He wasn’t wrong, but we were the perfect kind of fucked for one another.

Alora slowly stepped back. I didn’t want to let her go, but my hands loosened on her waist. She walked the room with her hands behind her back like a professor at a university giving a lecture. I pulled off my hoodie and laid it down before rolling my shoulders. Alora stopped in front of Keith, and I watched her as she stared at his cock.

“She was only fourteen,” Alora said.

“I told you she wanted it,” he stupidly said, and like a switch flipping, Alora lost control. She screamed as her fist connected with Keith’s face over and over. I knew what it was like to lose the strength to hold it together.

“Hey…hey…easy,” I whispered, pulling her shaking body against mine.

“I’m going to tear him apart,” she snarled and lunged in my arms. Whipping her around, I pushed her up against the wall, locking her hands over her head. “Easy, Doll. He’s going to die.”

“I want him to die right now.” Alora glared at Keith, who was now sporting a split lip.

Nice right hook.

“But if he dies, he won’t suffer.” I rubbed myself up against her and buried my nose in her hair. “You want him to suffer, don’t you, Doll?” She shuddered and tilted her head to the side. Taking the invitation, I drew my tongue up the side of her neck to her ear, running the delicate earlobe between my teeth.

“Yes,” she moaned. Unable to help myself, I ran my hand down the front of her stomach and flicked open her belt. “What are you doing,” she asked, and I picked up on the erotic lilt in her tone.

“Checking something,” I said and then looked up at Keith, who was watching the entire show. Popping the button on her jeans, I slipped my hand inside and shuddered as soon as my fingers touched the wet spot already formed on her underwear. “Already wet for me, I see.”

Pushing the material aside, I slid a finger inside her tight pussy. My cock was throbbing like a fucking drum, begging to have her. My doll gave one hell of a blow job, but nothing beat being buried balls deep inside of her.

“Yes,” she moaned, chasing my finger.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two,” Johnny asked from behind me. There was an edge of anger in his tone, but one glance over my shoulder told me how turned-on he was. His cock stood out from his body, and I smirked. He would never taste another pussy again.

“Good girl, Doll. You stay wet like that for me, okay?” She nodded, and I released her arms as I pulled my hand from her jeans. Walking over to Johnny, I smiled at him as I showed him my glistening finger. He tried his hardest, but he couldn’t stop staring. “You want this? I know you do. Do you want to know just how sweet she tastes?” I ran my tongue up the side of my finger, and he licked his lips. His cock dribbled come as it pathetically begged and bounced in the air. “Fine, I’ll let you have this little taste. You can consider it your last meal.” He tried to turn his head away, but I wiped my finger over Johnny’s lips and smiled as he licked them like a man in the desert without water.

Alora was still standing with her back to the wall, staring at me, lust pouring from her eyes. “Go ahead, Doll. Do what you want.”

I leaned against the opposite wall and watched her as I tried to ignore the ache in my jeans.

“I want you to know that we’re not going to kill you,” she said to Keith. I cocked a brow. “Not tonight, that is. That’s too good for you.” Alora pulled her T-shirt off over her head and tossed it to me. Then, she did the same with her bra. I had no idea where this was going, but it was her show, and I was enjoying the fucking front row.

“No…I’m going to make you suffer for what you did. You’ll suffer for what you did to the first girl you raped because a guy like you…my sister wasn’t your first. Then I’m going to make you suffer for what you did to my sister and Tammy and all the people who were affected by the accident. But then….”

She got closer to him, and he shivered as she pulled her belt from its loops, the leather making a soft creaking sound. She laid her hand on his chest before drawing one finger down his body and tracing designs on his legs. She was fractions of an inch away from his cock, but never touched it.

“Then I’m going to save the best punishment for last. Can you guess what that is for, Keith,” she asked.

“You ruined my career. Isn’t that enough,” Keith said but sucked in a shuddering breath as Alora rolled one of his nipples between her fingers.

“No…that’s definitely not enough.”

“Fuck you. I was never able to throw a football the same way again. The doc said it was nerve damage. I lost my ride to the NFL, and now your insane boy toy has a candle stuck in my cock,” he screamed and lunged at Alora, but she didn’t flinch. My lips curved up with pride.

She stopped touching Keith and instead sucked a finger into her mouth before following the same trail my hand had to slide into her jeans. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I took a step and forced my feet to stay planted. She was so fucking sexy, and the candlelight gave her an ethereal feel. She’d become my dark angel.

My cock throbbed behind the fly of my jeans. I needed to palm it to get some relief as Alora rubbed one hand over her chest while the other disappeared out of sight. I didn’t need to see the finger to know what she was doing. Alora moaned, tweaking her nipples. I squeezed my cock, willing it to wait. Whatever she was doing, she needed to hurry up before I lost it.

It took a minute to understand what she was up to, but as Keith’s cock stood at attention and he hissed in pain, unable to control the reaction he was having to the sight of her, it all clicked. She was truly my other half. Even I hadn’t thought about making him hard.