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  Six stops what she’s doing and asks, “What aren’t you telling us little bird?” It seems she has a new pet name for her toy. Because we tend to be on the same page more times than not, I imagine she’s called him this because he’s singing like a canary. But it doesn’t seem like he’s willing to sing much more.

  “Looks like that’s all he’s saying tonight, doll.” She glances at me from the corner of her eyes and changes out her tools for throwing stars. She moves to the other side of the room and starts throwing one after the other.

  The first star hits his fingers, taking off the tips. The next hit his kneecaps. The next two go into his eyes and the last hits his Carotid Artery, causing blood to spurt from his neck for about fifteen to twenty seconds while he bleeds out.

  She dipped the black rose in blood and placed it inside his mouth and I looked like I'd bathed in his blood from standing beside him while he bled out and then smeared it across his face. We both step back and admire our work and as I look over at her and take in her appearance, I can’t help but notice how stunning she is.

  “I think red truly is your color. You look good in anything but it’s by far my favorite color on you so far.” She looks at me as if taking me in for the first time, and bites on her bottom lip, drawing my gaze.

  Chapter 18

  Six

  The way Gio looks at me sometimes, one moment I think he’s making a list of all of the compromising positions he’d like to take me in, and the next is like a bucket of ice water being dumped over my head. But right now he’s giving me a look that contains enough heat to set any woman’s body ablaze, and tonight, it just might be mine.

  “Are you going to stare at me like you want to fuck me all night or are you going to actually follow through this time?” I ask with a tone of indifference.

  The expression on his face is priceless. He’s pissed off. But there’s also a flicker of something else. Lust. He has just as much desire pent up in him as I do. Crossing the room he takes my face with both hands and crashes his lips to mine forcing his tongue into my mouth instead of seeking the permission most men would. Wrapping my legs around his waist I run my fingers through his hair, while he runs his hand through mine. He grabs my hair into a ponytail and begins twisting his arm through my long white strands to wrap them around his hand. Giving a hard tug he jerks while fisting my hair, causing me to inhale sharply. My scalp is tingling from the rough pulling sensation and a quiet moan escapes my lips.

  I can feel my heart thumping behind my chest as if this moment in time is exactly what this muscle was designed for. Gio turns, slamming my back to the wall once again, and grinds his hardened length against my core. We’re both covered in blood, just like we were the last time we found ourselves in this position, but we’re both so consumed in the moment that it’s the last thing on our mind.

  He pulls something from his pocket and with one flick of his wrist it opens into a sharp edged blade from a knife and then presses the cold metal against my throat.

  “Is this what you want?” he asks in a rich husky voice. I nodded my head yes. “Words. Give me words, doll.”

  My eyes flick back up to his. “Give it to me,” I demand.

  The corner of his mouth quirks up and he tilts his head while he speaks. “You may call the shots in the streets because you’re the Queen, but in here when the clothes start to come off, you listen to me. Because here, I’m the motherfucking King.”

  “Please,” I begin to plead. I don’t think I’ve ever been so wet before.

  “I can’t hear you, doll,” he says in a stern voice.

  “Please, Gio. Please. I need you.” My chest rises and falls quickly as I take a shuddering breath. He takes the knife and drags it lightly from my neck, down and across my collar bone, and finally south between my breasts. He then cuts straight down through the fabric of my top, ripping it down the middle, removing it as he goes. Dropping his head he flicks my nipple with his tongue and then runs it across my chest to my other breast and then then closes his lips around me as he begins to suck my peak into his mouth. Reaching up with his other hand, he runs his thumb back and forth across my other nipple when I take in a deep breath that catches in the back of my throat.

  He carries me across the room and drags the chair to the center. My legs fall to the floor and as soon as I feel my feet touch I pull his shirt up and over his head. Running my hands over his chest, I then return the favor, and lick from one of his pecks across to the other. My hands go for the buttons on his pants but he stops me by grabbing them. “Not yet,” he says as he turns me around and bends me over the chair.

  As soon as he bends me over I notice I’m staring directly at the body we drained the life out of that’s still shackled in the middle of the room hanging from the ceiling. He suddenly jerks my pants down and smacks me on my ass. Turning my head back to look at him, I let out a moan as my tongue wets my lips. He leans down and gives me a demanding kiss before running his hand between my legs from behind. After lightly stroking my clit he slams two fingers inside me causing me to let out a loud whimper.

  He lets out a boisterous laugh and says, “I am. Not good enough for you?”

  Letting out a frustrating growl I turn my head and clarify, “With your dick. I want you inside me. Fuck me, Gio. Please!”

  That seems to do the trick. Before I know it his fingers are replaced by his thick, hardened length. I gasp in shock as I adjust to his thickness. As he continues to fuck me from behind, he fists my hair with one hand and presses his knife against my neck with the other.

  Little drops of blood begin to trickle down my neck and onto his knuckles. I raise my hand up and wipe the blood from his hand, then reach behind me and stroke his cock with it each time he pulls his shaft from inside me. At the sight of this he lets out a loud roar and pounds into me with even more vigor than before. I can feel him grow even harder than I thought possible.

  I feel the heat settling in my lower stomach and as he leans down and licks my neck where the blood was drawn from the knife, he bites into my skin. “Come on my cock, doll.” At the same time, I feel myself clamp down around him as I scream, not able to hold back from his request any longer and the orgasm he’s just given me. His hand reaches around my waist and he begins to rub my clit fiercely as he pulls out and shoots his cum across my ass, using his other hand to rub it into my skin as I climax again on his fingers that were stroking my clit. The room is quiet aside from the sound of our heavy breathing. He turns towards me and asks, “Is that what you wanted la mia pazza regina? My cock?”

  As I turn to look at him I can’t help but be mesmerized by his chocolate caramel colored eyes. Don’t get me wrong. I can appreciate the male body like any other woman, if not more. But there’s so much more to see in their eyes. They say they’re the window to the soul and I couldn’t agree more. When I look into Gio’s soul, I see a part of it as dark as if a switch were flipped. But I also see a yearning and desire to be accepted for not only who he is, but what he is.

  Chapter 19

  Giovanni

  We’re both breathing heavy and as she stares into my eyes I feel a level of intimacy that one wouldn’t expect to find in a situation like this. A situation where two killers are covered in blood while just finishing up an extraordinary fuck in front of a cold body. Our level of fuckery has reached new heights.

  This is a first for me but there’s something about the blood that set me off, and when I was covered in hers, it made me that much harder.

  Anyone on the outside looking in would probably think we were both fucked in the head, but Six and I have an unspoken mutual agreement. An understanding. Like I said before, her darkness and mine are one in the same and it doesn’t need to be spoken. It just is.

  After getting her breathing under control she feigns an indifference that only I could understand. “I got mine. You got yours. It’s a win-win,” she says to me in a blasé tone.

  She hates she lost control and I hate I lost mine. But I’m
not going to question it. I’ve made that mistake in the past. I know what we have is something so much more than blood and bullets. I have faith that whatever this is, she won’t give up on it.

  Six picks up her phone and I hear her speaking in a hushed tone. She beckons me to follow her, like the siren she is. I can only speculate that she asked someone to come dispose of the body in the room.

  I begin to question how far I’ll go for this woman when I find myself following her naked ass up the stairs with my own naked ass on display. That’s how we find ourselves standing in the middle of the living room we were walking through buck ass naked and covered in blood after being thoroughly fucked.

  Our appearance is speaking volumes as Kat and Chance sit on the couch staring at us like we’re out of our minds, and they know we are. Perhaps that’s why neither of them speak a word to us as we continue our walk and head up the stairs with me having no clue where I’m going.

  She leads, I follow. And I’m learning there are times when I have absolutely no problem with it. My queen is in a league of her own.

  She leads me through a room with dark gray walls and a large black king size bed. It reminds me of something you would see out of an old movie. Think more Dracula and less Gone With The Wind. It’s beautiful though, with black velvety drapes that tent over the bed and are tied back on each corner.

  After walking through the bedroom, we enter the large en suite bathroom. The floor is white with a white marble double sink vanity. The shower also appears to be white with a contemporary waterfall showerhead and enough room for a decent sized orgy.

  I stand with my arms crossed watching both of us in the mirror as she turns on the shower and gathers towels. She steps into the shower, leaving the clear glass door open for me and begins to rinse off. It’s easy to see now why she appreciates the completely white bathroom. Watching the blood run down her body and swirl around the drain in the shower is erotic and satisfying at the same time.

  I continue to watch her body being cleansed of blood under the running water and then join her in the shower to do the same. As I wrap my arms around her from behind I slowly run the sponge over her chest and dip down between her breasts. I lean forward whispering in her ear with a glimmer in my eyes and ask, “What’s behind the black door?”

  Six turns her head back towards me and softly presses her lips to mine. “What do you think is behind it?” she says against my lips with the corner of her mouth pulling up into a smirk.

  “Your very own chamber of secrets?”

  She laughs and replies, “Think less Harry Potter and more Fifty Shades.”

  “I can work with that.”

  “Gio, I have a feeling you could work with anything.”

  “You have no idea.” I mumble under my breath as she turns and I dip even lower and run my hand between her legs. “We’ll be putting it to use soon enough.”

  “You’re awfully sure of yourself.” She says. I laugh as she turns around to face me, the determination visible in my eyes.

  Once we finish and step out we both use the towels to dry off. “I’d feel more comfortable if Chance and I stayed here for the night.”

  Her eyes lit up as she replied, “I’m flattered Gio, really. It’s not every day a man would be confident enough to admit he’s in need of my protection.”

  I can feel the blood heat as it pumps through my veins. I have the sudden urge to tie her to that huge bed of hers and teach my little queen some manners. While her rebellious attitude turns me on at times, I also love the thought of her doing as she’s told. But Six rarely does anything she doesn’t want to do.

  I noticed the way she enjoyed being fucked into submission tonight and can’t help but wonder if that’s something she always enjoys, or if I’m the only one that gets to order her around in the bedroom, or wherever it is we end up.

  “I’m man enough to admit there’s no one I would trust more to have my six. You’re a badass. But I’d also feel a lot better staying here and knowing you’re safe too.”

  I know she’d rather stab me right now than talk about anything that involves the slightest bit of feelings. With a few muddled words under her breath, I know she’s giving me the okay for us to stay for the night.

  As I look around for clothes to put on after our shower I realize mine are downstairs and bloody. Catching her out of the corner of my eye I see she’s thrown on a black sports bra and black panties. They’re nothing fancy. No lace. But this woman could wear nothing at all, sweats, or a burlap sack and she would still be the sexiest woman I’d ever seen.

  She continues getting dressed, throwing her long damp hair up into a messy bun, looks towards me and starts to giggle. I’ve barely seen her smile but something tells me this melody of giggles doesn’t happen often, if ever, around anyone other than her closest friends. So I’ll soak it in while I can.

  “I don’t have a change of clothes,” I mumble under my breath. But she still hears me from across the room. She walks over to her dresser and looks through her drawers. On her third attempt she pulls out a pair of black sweatpants that look way too big for her and holds them up for me to take.

  “Are these yours?” I ask.

  “No. They're my boyfriend’s,” she says as a matter of fact. Staring at her, I feel as if I’ve been punched in the gut. “I’m joking. Damn. I just like to wear my sweats baggy and roll them up. They’ll fit.”

  As I take a deep breath, I feel like I’m breathing air for the first time in my life. My lungs finally filled with relief.

  I thank her for the pants and pull them on. They’re a perfect fit, which I’m grateful for but I’m still praying for both our sakes I’m not wearing some other man's pants. It wouldn’t end well for any of us. I’d make sure of it.

  Chapter 20

  Six

  Gio fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me from behind. It felt as if it were second nature to be with him, like magnets, drawn to each other.

  He told me before he drifted off that he was going to make me his. After a comment like that I couldn’t help but lay there in the dark with my eyes wide open and contemplate what being his would look like. I envisioned a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde situation and had to hold in the laugh that was begging to bubble out of my mouth.

  After a while my eyes fluttered closed and I reveled in the fact I wasn’t alone, even if only for a night. He thinks we’re the same and at one time I wouldn’t have argued with that statement. But as I was falling into unconsciousness I was jolted awake with a single word spoken from his lips that felt like a splash of cold water to my face.

  It’s been a few weeks since our little sleepover and we haven’t spent much time together since. I know it’s mostly my fault. He has no idea why I’m so distant lately. We had gotten pretty close, or close for me at least. The flirty banter and not wanting to kill him, that’s the definition of close when it comes to me. Very few get even that far with me, but he did. He got much further, only for me to question everything about my own instincts and judgement, and all it took was one word whispered in the dark.

  In the meantime, I was in and out of the house and at all hours of the night trying to rid the world of monsters. Not monsters like me, but those of a different breed, while also trying to find the traitorous bastard that was claiming my days were numbered. But unlike my killing sprees, I hadn’t had much luck on the latter. We were getting closer, with a small lead here and there, but all the little bits of information would soon start to take shape and form a bigger picture. I was sure of it, just as I was sure my blood lust was far from being satisfied.

  “What are you going to wear?” Kat asked as she peeked around the door frame into my room.

  “Are you seriously asking me that?”

  “Okay. So something black if I had to guess.”

  I look at her with amusement dancing in my eyes. “You know me so well. It’s like we’re actually friends or something.”

  “Oh shut up! So do you know who all is going to be
there? I’m surprised he invited me to come with you.”

  “You never know with Piero. But he does know you’re well informed, so I’m sure he thought you might as well come because I would just tell you when I got home anyway,” I reassure her.

  “I wonder who else will be there.”

  I can’t believe she actually thinks she’s being subtle by asking this question. She’s known me for what seems like forever but it’s as if she’s lost her mind right now. “Chance will be there,” I tell her in hopes of putting her out of her misery. Kat is my best friend. I would never call her desperate by any means. In fact, when she’s not so subtle like this, it irritates me.

  “He said he was coming?”

  “No. But I know you want to know and I’m almost positive if he allowed me to bring a guest then he’ll let Gio bring a guest of his own.”

  “And you’re sure it will be Chance?”

  Okay. Enough of this. “If he wants to get through the night without a body to bury, he won’t be bringing a female. He knows me better than that.”

  I continue to slip on the silk and lace black fabric that leaves little to the imagination. The dress has a deep cut in the front with lace trim, thin spaghetti straps, and see-through mesh panels that run down each side of my body. I pair it with black red bottom shoes and a black lace choker. My long white hair is pulled back into a lower messy bun with a few braids woven throughout and soft beach wave curls.

  Kat and I arrive at the restaurant at exactly seven in the evening. I have a thing about time. I’m rarely early and rarely late. The small talk that’s required when arriving early is filled with meaningless words to pass the time, until those who have the sense to arrive on time reach their destination. When you’re late, you’re subjected to the condescending looks and incessant hushed whispers about how rude you were to have kept everyone waiting. I prefer precision, which is why we’re exactly on time.