Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,67
Wrong?
Yes.
I don’t care.
The toxins in my heart have wrapped their venom around her, choosing her as mine and killing any hope in her heart that wanted normal.
She’s apart of my poison now.
“You have no idea how much I want to carve my name into your skin.” I grab the knife I made myself, teasing the pointed black tungsten against her creamy skin. Her wild heart pumps with so much intensity, it bounces the blade. Daphne’s skin gives and turns a shade lighter as I press, but not hard enough to puncture.
Pity.
“As long as I can do it to you too, you have a deal.” Daphne pushes her chest out and a tiny droplet of blood pebbles, seducing my taste buds.
And I’m suddenly dying of thirst.
The urge to scar her skin with my property patch overwhelms me. Right as I’m about to drag the knife across her skin, a knock at the door interrupts me. I sling the blade through the air, and it lands on the door with a hard thud.
“You guys better be ready in five minutes,” Maximo yells inside the room as he cracks the door open.
I wish the knife would have landed between his damn eyes. The next one will if he takes another step into the room. Daphne isn’t decent. Her tits are out, her underwear are ripped to pieces, and my cock is nestled insider her hot cunt still. “Don’t move another muscle, Maximo. I’ll kill you.”
“I swear to god, you Kings find a pretty piece of forever ass and won’t stop fucking. I have a business to run. Zip your dick up, cut that fucking hair, and make me some goddamn money!” He slams the door, and Daphne’s laugh is music to my ears as she lays her head against my shoulder.
“I guess we should get going. The sooner we do this—” she leans away from me, and her fingers play with the uneven strands of my hair “—the sooner you can make me your wife, if you want. If you’re still wanting that…” She clears her throat, and her uncertainty about us makes me wish I had the time to show her.
“I want nothing more,” I say, taking the edges of her jaw in my palms. “I would have made you mine the moment I saw you, but I convinced myself you were better off without me. It’s why I watched you from the corners.”
“I felt you,” she whispers, leaning into my touch. I can’t believe I have someone who actually wants to feel me.
“I know because I felt you too.” I kiss her again and do the one thing I don’t want to do; I slide out of her warmth. She has no idea just how much I felt for her—feel—for her. My love for her is bigger than the space that holds the stars above us, brighter than the moon, and hotter than the sun. She’s inside my veins. She lives in me.
I can’t be without her now that I’ve had her. I can’t live that way. I’m an obsessive person. I have to have the compulsion that follows.
I have an obsession with killing.
My compulsion is to cut out tongues.
Daphne is my compulsion.
I zip up my pants, then button them, and bend down to pick up the black satin panties I ripped off her. I dangle the scrap in front of her face as she slips her arms through the thin straps of her dress. She reaches for the panties, and I bundle them in my fist, stuff them under my nose, and inhale.
“These are mine, Comet,” I say and rub them over my face, letting her scent soak into my skin so I can smell the sweet perfume of her pussy on my face while I kill. Exhaling and buzzed from her scent, I stuff her panties into my pocket.
“That’s fine. Easier access, right?” she flirts, jumping down from the counter, and taking my shirt off the back of the chair. I take it from her, brushing our fingers together to get another jolt of electricity, and pull the oversized t-shirt over her head.
Damn, it covers her entire body.
I never want her to wear anything of hers again. Only my shirts.
Fuck, I really do want to ruin her in the worst of ways.
She opens the drawer and finds a pair of clippers. “Ready?” she presses the button and the clippers buzz, mimicking the bees stinging my bones as I stare at her.