After a couple of minutes of roaming hands and swollen lips, Kyla broke the ravenous kiss with a gasp and heavy breathing. She locked her cobalt eyes onto his, sweeping her hand over his tanned cheek as she whispered, “Thank you.”
Balthazar could do nothing but feel himself fall head over heels at the magnificent woman striding towards her prey, with a smile on her face and his knife in her hands.
CHAPTER XVII
Before Kyla could reach her prize, Mildred appeared in front of her. The maid’s once pretty eyes held nothing but a blank stare as she pierced through the dark tension with a single glare.
“Balthazar, I’m not going to even pretend I condone this behaviour. And you, young lady, shouldn’t be giving in to such evil temptations. He’s a demon and don’t you forget it.”
Kyla, buzzing on adrenaline and morbid curiosity, bit back. “Because I’m sure you were always squeaky clean with your “referee” job or whatever.”
Mildred raised an eyebrow. “I only ever served the punishment that was deserved.”
“Exactly. So tell me then, what punishment does he deserve?” She pointed the large blade in Tony’s direction. “Hardly just a slapped wrist occasion is it?”
“This won’t make you feel better, my dear.”
“You don’t know me well enough to tell me what will and won’t make me feel better. However, what will make me feel better right now is you leaving your moral high ground and disappearing or whatever it is you do.”
Mildred’s expressionless gaze fell on Balthazar. A hardened glaze settled over her eyes. “This is on you, Balthazar. And only you.” She picked up her hexagram and ran her thumb over it. “Remember that.”
“Don’t threaten him,” Kyla said. “He’s doing me a favour.”
“Of course he is, my dear. Why don’t you repeat that to me after you’ve gutted your pig?”
Before Kyla could respond, Mildred vanished, leaving only her heavenly scent of lavender behind.
Getting straight back to business, Kyla turned back to her present. Even angrier at the meddling maid’s interruption, she was intent on using Tony as her stress relief.
Immediately, she honed in on his manhood, only to be told by Balthazar that going there first would swiftly end any playtime she may want to subject him to.
“Kyla,” Tony said, his voice ragged and husky with panic. “I’m sorry. I was just a kid—”
“I was just a fucking kid,” she said, lunging at him with the knife. She drove the solid metal blade into the soft flesh of his shoulder, a surprised smile crossing her face as blood streamed from the wound. His cries of pain were like music to her ears.
“Did you know I can’t have kids because of you?”
Unbridled emotion exuded from her gleaming eyes, nothing but rage coursing towards her betrayer—the one person who had screwed her life up.
“You left me in a hospital while you fucked my mum!” Her vocal chords broke with her shrill need to empty herself of years of twisted torment. Like a red rag to a bull, she couldn’t see anything but his grisly demise.
She pulled the knife from his shoulder and traced it down his cheek. The deliberate, slow trail of the cool metal soaked in his blood oozed with the menace stampeding through her thoughts. Now intent on getting her closure—no matter the cost—she was determined to savour every second of this.
“I’m sorry—”
“I’m sorry I ever met you,” she said. “I’m sorry I thought you were the right guy to give my virginity to. I’m sorry I wasted nearly two years with you.” She stopped and twirled the blade around on his cheek. The tip dug into his skin to the point of breaking. “But do you know what I’m really sorry for?”
“No…?”
“I’m sorry I didn’t do this sooner.”
Before he could even think, she drove the knife through his cheek and slid the blade straight through his soft flesh, yanking it out towards her. His salty tears only served to sting his horrific wounds even more as she matched his right cheek to his left.
“There,” she said, settling her hands on her hips. “Now that’s a Chelsea smile.”
His whole body shook with fear and pain as he struggled to express his agony without causing himself even more anguish.
He spluttered, attempting to speak, but instead, his blood sprayed all over her maniacal features. She blinked a few times in annoyance before wiping the red droplets from her white skin.
“You disgust me,” she said, scorn curling her top lip back.
She reached up into his mouth. Grabbing hold of his tongue, she yanked it towards her. She sliced through the thick muscle with the ease of butter melting on hot toast. Blood poured from his mouth as she stepped backwards.
She threw his tongue behind him, hearing the wet splatter as it hit the wall. Glancing down at her jeans, she rolled her eyes.
“Damn it. These are my favourite jeans.” She looked back at her prey, pure hatred seeping through every cell within her. “Do you know how much it’s going to cost to get these dry cleaned?” She paused and clicked her tongue. “I can’t even do that. Think they might question all this blood.” An evil chuckle left her as she shook her head.
Balthazar stood back in the shadows, watching with keen amazement as the fiery little redhead became her own strong person, empowered by her torturous past and closing a chapter on her life with definition. He wanted to scoop her up and tell her how amazing she was for facing her past and submitting herself to her deepest, darkest desires.
“Do you know how much I want to hurt you?” she asked, ideas running around her mind like a herd of wild horses galloping across the open plains.
Tony shook his head, grunting noises coming from his partially mutilated body.
“I could skin you,” she said, walking around him like a shark circling its prey. “I could cut little pieces from you inch by inch. I could hack away at your fingers and toes. I could dig your eyeballs out and cut your ears off…”
His noises became more urgent as she reeled off her list of torture ideas.
“But,” she continued. “I think I’ve already wasted enough time on you. More than enough tears, anguish, and pain so I think we’ll just cut to the chase.”
She walked to him, her boots sliding through the thick, red blood creeping across the floor. She held her knife up and looked down at his small penis with a smirk. “You were useless with it anyway. Size does matter when you don’t have a clue what you’re doing with it.”
His eyes flew wide-open, straining and spilling more tears down his clammy body as he struggled to formulate pleading words with his new mute form.
“However,” she said. “I have another idea for you. Do you remember how you shoved that coat hanger inside me? How you forced it through my insides? Do you remember how I screamed at you as you hooked it through me?”
His eyes started fluttering as his mind began shutting down. He’d had about all he could take after earlier beatings from Balthazar.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she said, slapping him around the head with a resounding crack. “I couldn’t let you miss this.”
With a devilish grin and nothing but evil intent on her pretty face, she lowered the knife between his legs, hitting the tip at the sweet spot below his scrotum. With a brutal slow pace, she eased the knife through the first couple of inches of his body before ramming it upwards with all her might. His squirming and irritating noises ceased as he passed out from the pain.
Angry at him for daring to back out of what he did to her, she became more frustrated and upset as she stabbed at him like a maniac, over and over again, still not getting rid of her pent up anger. Hot tears trailed down her cheeks as her twisted bundle of emotions bulldozed through her in a mangled mess.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Balthazar said, placing his hands on her shoulders.
“How dare he?” She spun around, her face wild with emotion as her eyes darted around like a wild animal out in the open. “Wake him up!”
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bsp; “Kyla, he’s not going to be able to stand much more—”
“I couldn’t stand much more!” She lifted her bloodied hands to her head, the knife clattering to the floor. “Do you have any idea how many times I tried the easy way out? Why does he get to die but not me? It’s not fair. He took everything from me, everything…”
“Shhh,” Balthazar said. He folded his arms around her, soothing her against his warm chest. He began to wonder whether this had been such a good idea after all. “It’s OK. It’s OK.”
She sobbed into his solid muscles, her realisation setting in that despite taking her anger out on Tony, the fact remained it had all still happened. Nothing was ever going to change that.
“I’m such a bad person,” she said. “I thought killing him would make me feel so much better but it hasn’t. Now I’m just an evil murderer.”
“You’re not bad,” he said, stroking her hair. “You’re not bad at all. You’re beautiful, strong, intelligent, and absolutely amazing, Kyla. You’re incredible. I’ve never met anyone like you.” His voice trailed off into a whisper as he nuzzled into her soft hair, inhaling her scent of pomegranates.
Kyla stilled at his words before looking up at him with her big blue eyes, melting his heart in an instant. “You really think that of me?”
“Of course,” he replied, brushing her cheek with his fingers.
“Kiss me.”
Without a second of hesitation, he sealed his lips on hers, nestling them both inside their own serene tangled bliss of blood, lust, and unmet passion.
CHAPTER XVIII
Balthazar couldn’t believe Kyla wanted him. He had watched her with Azazel, almost certain with the way they acted, and the way they were together, that she would choose him. When she had her mini meltdown and demanded he kiss her, he had never felt such intense lust for a woman. He wanted her, needed her, and he was truly grateful she wanted and needed him too.
The kissing turned explosive, their lips moving in a frantic fury against one another. Their tongues invaded each other’s mouths as deeply as possible, entwining together, searching for more but not quite getting it.
Kyla’s hands were the first to move, seeking out Balthazar’s firm body. She gasped and moaned under his red lips as her hands felt for their delight, moving across his delectable torso, and pushing their needy bodies closer together. He returned her exploration within a millisecond, his sturdy hands roaming across her feminine curves, making her gasp at the sensitive touch.
She struggled for breath, her desperate need for this shining through as clear as a light in a storm.
“Take me to bed.”
He stilled for a moment, not quite sure he’d heard her correctly. “Are you sure?”
“Take me to bed or I swear to God we’ll do it here.”
Not needing to be told twice, Balthazar dissolved their energy from the basement and reformed them both in his exquisite bedroom. Kyla didn’t even bother to look around at his dark wooden furniture, his huge four poster bed, or his majestic white bath tub in his en-suite. She barely gave him time to catch his breath before her mouth was on his again, ravishing him with her carnal urgency.
Balthazar ripped her thin, green top from her small frame, unclasping her bra with expert timing. He groaned against her rosy lips as he caressed one of her perky breasts, her smooth skin driving him to new depths of primitive needs. His thumb rolled over her nipple, sending involuntary jolts coursing through her body.
Kyla went straight for his jeans, yanking at them in her own desperation. Her open mouth turned to a joyful smile as her delicate hand found him ready, twitching with every move she drove over his taut body. He groaned and shuddered against her as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers skimming across his tip with a playful touch.
He ripped her jeans off in one clean move and picked her up, her legs curling around his waist and binding both of their hot, yearning bodies together. His kisses moved from her mouth to her neck. He nibbled his way down to her chest, nipping at her skin and covering her in shivers. His tongue set her on fire as he teased her nipples. He moved her black thong to one side, sliding his fingers inside her with a groan of relief from both of them.
“I don’t want your fingers.”
Balthazar tore his black boxers from his lithe body. Without another second’s delay, he plunged himself inside her, a raw growl escaping his throat as she tightened around him.
Kyla threw her head back in relief, her eyes closing as she basked in finding her needs partially met. She had satiated her curiosity about Balthazar, but now she needed him to give her that sweet release, the one thing that kept two bodies pinned together until they could exert themselves no more.
His precise, solid movements sent waves of heat and pleasure rolling over her. Her cheeks flushed as she met his dark, hungry eyes. Her body ached for more of his touch, to feel his strong hands on her skin, to see his muscled chest towering over her with his sheer masculinity as he delivered intense pleasure to her body and mind.
He wound his hands around her back, cupping her in his steady embrace as he held her to him with a positive firmness. He buried his face in her neck as he continued his pulsating rhythm, bringing them both closer to their blissful edge.
“Bite me,” she whispered, her fingernails digging into his soft, tanned flesh.
He stilled, his muscled chest rising and falling in short, hurried breaths. “What?”
“Bite me.” She moved her head to the side, exposing her vulnerability to him. “Please.”
Hazelnut, lust filled eyes searched hers for a brief second, deciding whether it was a good idea or not. The longing etched into her pretty features tipped him over the edge.
Fleshy purple veins started to shine through his handsome face, eager for their taste of her. He began moving his hips again with intent purpose, and seated a gentle kiss on the sweet spot where her neck and shoulder met.
She shuddered underneath him, preparing herself to feel his teeth sink their way through her perfect skin.
As his sharp needles penetrated through to access her life essence, Kyla felt the deep coil in her core tightening with a high promise. Her nails broke through his skin, revealing his own essence to her.
He nestled his teeth deeper into her, her sweet-tasting blood sliding down his throat like a silky red ribbon. Her lifetime movie played out inside his mind’s eye, treating him to her deepest memories.
She cried out and nuzzled her head into him, her tight coil finally springing free. As she clamped around him, he found his own release, pulling his fangs from her and emptying himself inside her.
Their entire encounter had happened against the smooth wooden footboard of Balthazar’s magnificent bed. He scooped Kyla up and pulled them both over it so they were laying on the pale yellow quilt, panting and revelling in their own happiness.
“I’m not usually fast and furious,” Balthazar said, turning to look at the redheaded beauty laid bare beside him.
Kyla smirked. “Rapid denial is a sign of guilt.”
Balthazar chuckled at her as he gently stroked her flushed skin, his mind still reeling from her life’s story having been revealed to him. He was bursting with joy at the intimacy that had charged between them both and he could only hope it continued.
“I should go,” Kyla whispered.
He sat up sharply, his heart pounding. “You don’t have to.”
She grimaced as she caught his tone of voice and the hopeful look dancing through his chocolate eyes. “I…that shouldn’t have happened.”
Balthazar’s hope shattered into a million pieces around him as he took in her regret for what had just happened. “Did you not enjoy it?”
Guilt began to creep through her, her heart and her head telling her to do two different things as she watched the disappointment seep across his features. “Yes, oh God, yes. I just…you and him have made my life so complicated…”
“I’m sorry,” he said. He bowed his head, trying to hide h
is emotions from spreading across his face.
“Don’t be.” She reached out, glancing her fingertips across his shoulder. “You’re a good guy deep down. This was my fault. I shouldn’t have made you do it.”
“You didn’t make me do anything.”
Kyla smiled as she jumped off the bed, looking at her torn clothes in despair. “I am going to make you fix my clothes though.”
He chuckled and flexed his wrist over her clothes, binding the shredded pieces back together. “I’m sorry if we have upset you.”
“It’s OK. I just need some time to process it all. I didn’t expect to turn into a murderer who then craved sex afterwards. It’s like something from a seedy B rated movie.”
Balthazar laughed. “It’s not seedy. There is a fine line between pleasure and pain, love and hate. Emotions run high after things like that—it’s only natural.”
“I don’t care if it’s natural. It’s wrong.” She pulled her clothes on swiftly, not looking at him as she spoke. Her eyes were brimming with tears as she pulled her jeans over her toned thighs.
“Kyla,” he said, edging towards her. “Are you OK?”
She stopped and let out a big sigh. “No. I’m not.”
“Are you afraid of how you felt?”
She remained motionless, the only sound being her shallow breathing.
He stood up, placing his hands on her shoulders, squaring her to him and forcing her to look him in the eye. “You enjoyed it didn’t you? Killing him?”
She burst into tears and admitted her darkest secret yet. “Yes.”
CHAPTER XIX
Kyla was working in the pub the next day. Sam was perched on a stool, drowning herself in half price vodka shots as she muttered to Kyla about her mysterious one-night stand who had promised to call but still hadn’t.
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