Deviants

by Natalie Bennett

  “Get out.” I pulled his hands off my face and looked away. “You’re going to make me cry, you poetic asshole.”

  He laughed deep in his chest and sat down beside me. “Tomorrow, we’re going to leave here and find these motherfuckers one by one. I vow to you that I won’t stop until they’re all twelve feet under and David’s head is a decoration on our mantle.”

  Hearing the sincerity in his words, I leaned my head on his shoulder. He lifted me up and sat me on his lap, just holding me.

  We spent the night like that, talking about mundane things, simple things, things that didn’t weigh so heavy. It was uncharted territory for both of us, but it felt…nice.

  He was a living nightmare feared by everyone, and I’d never felt safer than I did wrapped in his arms.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  It was the first day of our forever.

  I stared down at the toothless blonde and she stared back. Her mouth looked like a hotdog that had been cooked in the microwave for too long, swollen and split in different directions.

  Tiny pieces of mutilated gum and teeth littered the floor around her. My fingers danced around the handle of my knife. She screamed as I wrenched her head back as far it would go.

  With time not on my side, I flipped my tactical blade out and lodged it straight through the bottom of her jaw, forcing it through the floor of her flayed mouth to the roof.

  I managed to get her flailing tongue in the process, making her screams garbled.

  I bent at the knees and placed my hand over her heart, letting out a contented breath. It was beating in the erratic tempo I knew all too well, fighting desperately to cling to a life that was already lost.

  Beautiful crimson leaked around my blade, spilling from her mouth in a steady, rapid downpour. It pooled onto my hand and dripped onto the old linoleum floor. With her throat tilted back, blood flowed straight down, making her choke and gag.

  After twisting the handle in a full circle to widen the hole, the blade slipped right out. I let her head loll and bounce off the pole.

  I was still looking down at her when Janice walked into the room with Grimm on her heels. She didn’t bat an eyelid at the dead body, keeping her attention solely on my face.

  “You wanted me?”

  Grimm snorted in amusement at her eager tone.

  “I just wanted to say you did good yesterday.”

  “Oh.” Her face fell but she quickly forced a smile for my benefit.

  If I hadn’t wanted to kill her before, I would have now for the simple fact that she was supposed to be Cali’s friend and she kept hoping I would fuck her. I’d sooner stick my dick down a garbage disposal.

  “Thank you. I thought it may have been a tad bit overkill.”

  I grinned and reached my bloody hand out. She took it and allowed me to bring her closer. What a fatal error on her end, especially when she knew better.

  I was never one to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. I always had my fangs proudly on display. It never stopped foolish little lambs from coming closer. They seemed to like it when I made them bleed.

  “No, it was good. So good that I knew it wasn’t all an act. If Calista really wanted to leave me, you’d help her. Wouldn’t you, Jinx?”

  I felt her pulse jump beneath her skin. She looked at me in equal parts fear and surprise. “No, I would never do that.”

  “Just like you swore you were reporting back everything that happened at Tito’s?”

  She shook her head back and forth, denying the obvious right to my face. I turned her around, bringing her back flush with my chest, and settled my hands on her shoulders.

  “Let me guess, you were so busy protecting her, you forgot to tell me that the woman I’d been searching for shared a room with you. Am I correct?”

  “I didn’t––”

  “You did know.” I cut her off, and took hold of her head.

  “Romero,” she started to plead, but I didn’t need to hear anything she had to say.

  I snapped her fucking neck before she could lie to me again. I wanted to tear her apart and remove her vocal cords, but I didn’t have time—Cali would be up soon.

  “Well, thank fuck that’s done,” Grimm commented, stroking his beard.

  “I should have killed her ass long ago.”

  I’d sent her into a large group of outliers under an alias, and she’d intentionally failed. Now, she was just another body in my cleaning house regimen.

  I could have men do my dirty work for me, but half the respect I got was for doing shit myself. I needed to kill. I needed to hear the screams and hopeless pleas when I tortured.

  I needed to see the blood and feel the hearts struggle to continue beating as I took a life away. Looking into someone’s eyes as they died was like drinking a warm glass of milk before bed, or a good fuck.

  “What do we do with the bodies?” Grimm asked.

  “That one can go in a dumpster.” I pointed to the toothless blonde. “I told Luther he could have Janice for Annie. I’ll stuff her ass in one of the double-loaders for now.”

  “Look at you, being creative.”

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  He laughed as I grabbed Janice by her hair and dragged her towards the washing machines. It only took a few minutes to get the traitorous bitch inside, though she had to be bent into an unnatural shape to fit. Her elbow had popped all the way through her skin by time I finished, clacking against the glass door when I slammed it shut.

  I left Grimm with instructions to get Arlen ready, and slipped back into the room. She lay in bed, naked, completely defenseless, trusting that the devil she allowed to ease his demons between her legs wouldn’t kill her while she slept.

  She was even more gorgeous like this. I could slit her throat and her pretty blue eyes would fly open in confusion as the blood streamed down onto the sheets. I could tie her up and take my time removing every one of her soft limbs piece by piece.

  I was going to punish David by taking the life away from his one and only sick, twisted vice. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I could never hurt her or take her life without taking my own. Cali was my perfect disease–I craved the sickness in her like I needed air to breathe.

  I never intended to keep her.

  Then, she looked at me and changed everything.

  She tilted my entire world on its axis. Now, it was time to rule that world together.

  I was king of an empire for the damned and Cali was going to stand by my side like the motherfucking queen she was.

  We were going to be legends, a tale of two gods who let their demons reign free. Chaos, anarchy, bloodshed…it would all be right in our backyard.

  I could never give her heaven, so it was a damn good thing she coveted hell.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  When I woke up, Romero wasn’t beside me.

  I took a much needed walk down memory lane, smiling to myself when the night before flashed back to me.

  From the moment we met, our relationship had been go, go, go. We fought hard. We fucked harder. We killed without remorse. Being separated didn’t change what was between us. If anything it felt more solid than before. The devil on my shoulder was my sole voice of reason on the matter, and the angel wholly agreed with what she wanted.

  I rolled onto my stomach with a groan, my sub-conscious reminding me of what was growing in my womb. Another conversation that needed to be had, and the only one I wasn’t ready for. I didn’t regret it for one single second but the timing was all wrong.

  Life just kept slinging curveballs at me and being a moody bitch, but whatever, I was a bigger one. Closing my eyes, I let out a breath and tried to get my thoughts in order.

  I didn’t hear Romero enter the room but I knew he was there. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and I felt his eyes on me. He did that a lot, watched and studied me while I slept. I always wondered what he was thinking but never asked.

  “I know you’re up, Pixie.” I heard the humor in his voice. His fingertips we
re on my bare skin a second later. I shivered from his touch, his soft laugh letting me know he saw it.

  Rolling over, I opened my eyes and sat up excitedly, taking the sheet with me. “It’s tomorrow.”

  “Good morning to you too,” he sarcastically quipped.

  “We’ve never said good morning to each other; we’re not that domestic. Please don’t try and be domesticated.”

  “You’re right, my day always starts off better after my face has been between your legs and your come is on my taste buds.”

  “There ya go, honey.” I grinned up at him.

  “I love seeing that smile.” He looked at me for a brief minute and his eyes darkened. I had barely blinked and he was ripping the sheet away, pushing me down onto the bed.

  “What are you doing?” I laughed.

  “Figure it out,” he responded, shoving my legs and apart and covering my tender pussy with his magical mouth. He pressed his forearm down across my navel, forcing me to stay how I was.

  His tongue swiped up from my ass to my clit in carnal, frenzied strokes.

  “Rome,” I breathed, trying to wriggle away.

  He lifted his hand and began massaging my clit with the pad of his thumb in a steady circular motion at the same time he started easing the tip of his tongue in and out of my pussy, humming in the back of his throat.

  “Your pussy tastes so sweet, Cali,” he soughed.

  I threaded my fingers in his silky hair, struggling to swallow the moans building in my chest. I lost the battle the longer he licked and sucked, fucking me with his tongue and teasing me with his fingers.

  “I want you inside me.”

  “You can’t feel my tongue?” he teased.

  I would have glared but it was hard to be mad at a guy when his face was between your legs.

  “That’s not what I meant,” I growled in frustration, sucking in a quiet breath when he obliged me and placed a gentle kiss on my swollen nub, moving slowly up my stomach until he was settled over me and his erection was pressing against my apex.

  He placed the pad of his thumb on my lips. I nipped it, smiling up at him and breathing in my scent. I was putty in his hands, a marionette that moved in perfect sync with her marionettes.

  My hands flew to his zipper; he kicked off his boots and helped me work him out of his jeans, pulling off his shirt last. He was commando underneath. His metal piercing proudly protruded through the head of his stiff cock.

  “Let me ride you,” I nearly whispered.

  He apparently liked that idea, because I was on top of him before I could take my next breath. I laughed, which he didn’t appreciate.

  “Don’t play with me, put my dick inside you and fuck it.”

  “Oh, you’re so romantic.”

  “Stop talking and start fucking,” he growled, smacking my ass.

  I had to bite my lip to hold back another laugh. I adored his crude mouth. Spinning around so he only had view of my back, I lined myself up with him and sunk down before he could change his mind.

  “You feel amazing,” I moaned softly, feeling myself stretch around his cock.

  He gripped my hips tightly, urging me to move. It took me a second to find a rhythm but when I did I rode him hard, gripping his toned thighs for support.

  I could hear the suctioning sound my pussy made every time I slid down. I cupped his balls, gently rolling them in my hand as I rocked on top of him.

  “I need to do this,” he abruptly said, easily forcing me forward.

  He kept himself inside me as he took over, switching us into a new position. He fisted my hair and roughly pulled my head back until I was arched how he wanted me.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned directly in my ear before biting down on my shoulder hard enough to break the skin.

  “Rome!” I cried out, feeling my pussy clench around him from the pain.

  Shifting his hips, he began fucking me like he had a point to prove. The position let him go as deep as he wanted, his balls smacked against me, mixing with the sound of my heady moans.

  Without letting go of my hair he paused momentarily and reached for something, forcing my face into the mattress so I couldn’t see what it was. I tried to lift my head but his grip was too tight

  I yelped when I felt a sharp sting, a trickle of wetness followed and my heightened arousal drenched his dick.

  “Did you just fucking––” He did it again, this time a little harder. As if having a mind of their own. my hips pushed back, urging him to move. He did it a third and fourth time, slowly dragging his serrated blade across my upper back.

  He tossed the knife away; I heard it hit the wall, hissing when he reached down and smeared the blood into my stinging flesh.

  “You bleed so pretty,” he said quietly, all the while holding me in place, still buried inside me. “Please just fuck me,” I pleaded, desperate to come.

  He used my hair to drive my body back into his, fucking me with zero restraint. My scalp prickled and burned. It hurt in the best kind of way. This kind of pain was beautiful. He could’ve done anything he wanted to me.

  I couldn’t think straight with him pounding me into the mattress. I could barely breathe. I could feel my blood dripping down onto the white sheets.

  I slightly tensed when he pushed two fingers into my ass. He moved them in and out at a slower rhythm than he was thrusting, ignoring my protest.

  He added a third finger, stretching the muscle as he continuously pumped in and out of both holes. I whimpered and moaned uncontrollably, fisting bloody fabric.

  I wasn’t going to be able to walk at this rate. My body trembled, every nerve ending on fire, the heat going to my very core and the ecstasy overwhelming me.

  When he finally finished, I felt boneless, little tremors continuing to course through my limbs. He kissed down my spine, removing his fingers, and slowly, without a word, pulled his flaccid dick out.

  I collapsed the second he stopped supporting me. I didn’t know how he was so quiet when he did all the work. At the sound of his clothing rustling, I forced myself to move.

  Looking down, the bed looked like someone had covered themselves in red paint and then rolled all over it.

  I stood up, feeling a tad unsteady; he wrapped an arm around my waist to ground me, bringing me flush with his firm chest.

  “Let go of me,” I calmly demanded. “Please,” I added when he didn’t budge.

  “Only because you said please.” He kissed my temple and dropped his arm.

  “What the hell was that?” I asked, now nearly bouncing on the balls of my feet from the elation I felt.

  I hid a wince as I twisted my torso, trying to see my back. Between my thighs felt raw and exposed. If I looked down, I could easily see how swollen I was.

  “You liked that, huh?” he smirked.

  “Yes! You’ve never done that before,” I shot back, pointing to the ruined sheets.

  “I needed to compromise.”

  “Compromise for what?”

  His eyes traveled up and down my body as he finished pulling his jeans on. “You’re sexy like this. The roughly fucked look really works for you.” He grinned and then, like a switch flipping, his usual mask of indifference slid back into place. “I don’t fuck women and keep them. I fuck women and then kill them after I come.”

  His words had goose pimples erupting across my flesh, my elation deflated like a popped balloon. “You want to kill me?”

  “That’s not what I meant. I’d never take your life now…definitely not while I’m fucking you. I thought you wanted to play?”

  Instead of gaping at him, I quickly pulled on my poker face and simply blinked.

  “Don’t look at me like that. I took it easy for your first time.” He laced his boots back up. “Wait until I’m fucking you with the blade against your throat.”

  I ignored the tiny spark of excitement that sprang up in my gut.

  We were definitely a match of epic fucked up proportions. Even our pillow talk w
as screwed up.

  I stood naked with blood running down my back and asked a question I wasn’t sure I wanted an answer to. “So you did want to kill me? What changed?”

  “No, not exactly. It’s a long story. You weren’t supposed to mean anything to me.” Pausing, I could tell he was hesitant to say his next words. “I remember the tears in your eyes the night I left. You never saw me, but I saw you.

  “I look at you now and no longer see that broken little girl. I see a beautifully fucked up woman who’s finally growing into her skin. You’re just like me. You’re everything this world loves to hate. You’re everything I want and I’m everything you need.”

  Letting out a long exhale, I gave a curt nod and fought to withhold my emotions.

  He was right; I needed him. He’d once told me that I let the devil inside me and he wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

  I think he took up permanent residence when he evicted my soul. He’d been right all along. It would take an exorcism to take back what I willingly gave away.

  “Why were you supposed hate me?”

  “That’s a conversation we don’t have time for. Like I said, it’s a long story. Just know I don’t and I never actually did. But you do an excellent fucking job at pissing me off badly enough to make me feel like I do.”

  “How were you going to do it?” I persisted with genuine curiosity even as his confession warmed my chest.

  He studied me, his eyes lingering on my stomach before meeting my stare again.

  “You’re not ever going to try and leave me so it isn’t important anymore.

  If you ever do, I’ll find you, and the things I’d do to you would make your worst nightmare seem like a daydream.”

  “You’re a goddamn psychopath.”

  “And now you’re being a hypocritical bitch.” He began moving towards the door. “You have fifteen minutes to get yourself together before I fuck you again and use your body to act out all my psychopathic fantasies.”

  I wasn’t going to give him time to change his mind about that. I walked into the bathroom, pettily slamming the door behind me just to look in the mirror and see the red R he’d carved between my shoulder blades and throw it back open.