lust, and he could see once the shock wore off from what she’d done, she might realize how much she liked it.
And, god help him, Oscar Barrera had never been so turned on in his life.
Instinctively he reached down with one hand and rubbed against his cock, hissing lightly at his touch.
Alfred fell to his knees, hands at his throat, trying to speak, to scream, to stop the bleeding, but there would be no use. He would die here in this library.
Oscar lowered the gun, sliding it into his pocket, then he walked over to Alfred and grabbed him by his thin hair, dragging him backward until he was propped up against the fireplace, a path of blood in his wake.
“So,” Oscar said, looking at Ginger, who was still breathing hard, the knife in her hand. “How did that feel?”
Ginger blinked at him, her gaze eventually going down to Alfred, sitting propped up against the fireplace, watching them with panic, his eyes wide and frozen in anger and fear. Oscar took great pleasure in that look, knowing all the wicked things that Alfred had done. Sure, when it came down to it, the two of them were very much alike. But Oscar had a job to do, and Alfred just liked to use and abuse his victims, especially women. Oscar had no problems killing women when it called for it, but Alfred would do so much worse, and for no reason at all.
He deserved to die.
And Oscar knew that he himself deserved to die too.
But right now, at this moment, he was alive.
He was alive, and he’d found a woman he wanted to stay alive for.
She just needed a little convincing.
Ginger licked her lips, and he knew she was having trouble putting it into words. So he decided to.
“You liked it,” he told her. “You liked watching that blood spill from that man’s throat. You liked that you had all the power and that you could take his life. You also liked that you kept him alive for long enough for him to realize all his mistakes.”
She nodded.
Now her eyes dropped to Oscar’s crotch, where his hard-on was still raging.
He had zero doubt that she was as turned on as he was.
“It’s coursing through your veins right now,” he went on. “The power. The satisfaction of killing a man with your own bare hands. It’s turning you on. Making you want to fuck. To feel more alive than you’ve ever felt before.”
He unzipped his pants and took his cock out, thick and heavy in his hands.
He was very aware that he was standing there wearing a wolf mask, a dying man watching the whole thing. It only added to the lust that was threatening to break loose.
But he wasn’t sure what Ginger would do. If this had turned her on enough to let loose with her inhibitions in front of a dying man.
She dropped to her knees.
Oscar grinned.
She took his cock in her fist and slid it between her lips and Oscar’s eyes fluttered closed, a low groan escaping his mouth and reverberating inside the mask.
Fuck.
She was good, too. Messy, a little rough. She held him tight, her teeth grazing him, her lips like a tight, wet glove.
He opened his eyes to see her watching Alfred. His eyes were half-closed but he was watching her suck Oscar off, and she was loving it.
Finally Oscar knew he was too close to coming down her throat, and though he enjoyed the hell out of fucking her face, he wanted to do something special for Ginger. He wanted her to come like she’d never come before.
“Stop,” he said, roughly grabbing her hair and pulling her mouth away, his cock wet and bobbing free. “Get on all fours. Face him.”
Ginger swallowed, her eyes blazing with anticipation, and she did what he said. She dropped down so she was on all fours now, pivoting so that she was facing Alfred, her ass toward Oscar.
She decided to give Alfred one last show and pulled her tits out of her dress, while Oscar lifted up her gown so that it was bunched up around her waist. He marveled at the creamy quality of her pale skin, then took out his gun again and slapped each of her ass cheeks with the side of the barrel.
Then he leaned forward and gave the gun to her.
“Hold it,” he told her. “Hold it and when you’re coming, pull the trigger. Let’s give that fucker one last show before we put