“Would you fuck us both tonight? Together?”
My eyes snap down to her, caught off guard. Not by the idea, but by the fact she wants to fuckingshareme.
“You’re into pussy now?” I ask, voice low, rough with curiosity.
She smiles wide, her gaze dragging down the lines of my body, burning with need. Her eyes trace every inked swirl carved into my skin like they’re following a map to something prohibited.
“No, I’m into all ofyou, and your cock is very much included in that,” she purrs, her voice silk-wrapped sin. “It just got me curious, and it clicked.”
Her gold eyes flick back up to mine, gleaming with mischief.
“I’d love to see you from a different angle—screwing someone violently. I want to hear how loud you can make her scream. How wet you can make a pussy that’s never had dick before. Just for me.”
I inhale slow and sharp, heat flooding my veins as arousal surges, strong and immediate. She rises onto her toes, one arm snaking around the back of my neck, pulling herself close enough for her breath to brush my jaw.
“Just the once,” she whispers, lips near mine. “Just this dirty, dark fantasy. But you can say no, of course.”
She says it like an option, but the glint in her eyes tells me she already knows the answer.
“I’m not supposed to fuck Oddity girls—Shadow’s girls—it’s against the rules,” I growl, the truth scraping out of me like gravel. The memory of the last time I broke that rule flashes in my mind—when I lost my mercy, a few years ago, because I let my urges overrule loyalty.
She nods once, slow, the light in her eyes dimming just slightly, but enough to gut me.
“But…” I start, because for her, I’d tear every fucking rule to shreds. “I will. For you. Just don’t youdaretake shit to offence. I’m only fuckingyours.”
I press two fingers to her chest. “In here.”
Her smile returns, soft but burning, and this time it presses right against my lips. My hand slides into the back of her hair, threading through those strands like silk, then I suddenly fist it tight and yank her head back.
She gasps, her lips parting, eyes wide with that familiar mix of shock and desire.
“But I want you to do something for me in return…”
“Of course,” she whispers without hesitation. “What is it?”
“I want to drug you…” I snarl into her mouth, and her breath gets caught. “Let your mind slip sideways until you don’t know your own fucking name, only mine.”
I pause, letting the words settle before continuing. “I’ll take you in the cold—lock you in the dark where breath crystalizes, and time forgets you exist. Let your heartbeat slow to something pitiful,” my hand drags down her spine and I sense the shudder rippling through her.
“And when you're nothing but my lifeless little corpse—pretty lips blue, your warmth stolen from your veins, I’ll fuck you cruelly back to life. Not out of mercy. Out of obsession. Out of the need to hear your body remembering who the fuck it belongs to. I want to own the moment your soul realizes it can’t die without me.”
“Is… is that you asking for consent for once?” she murmurs, and I can almost feel her heartbeat thudding hard against my chest.
“Well, it’s risky,” I growl low, my voice rough with restraint.
My grip in her hair doesn’t loosen. If anything, it tightens just enough to remind her who the fuck’s still in control.
But yeah, this… this matters in some twisted way. What I want from her isn’t just about dominance. It’s trust. It’s stepping into something far deeper and darker.
“Well, maybe I didn’t want you to ask. Maybe I wanted you to just do it, like the unhinged fucking nightmare you are. The same one I can’t stop crawling back to because I trust every part of you.”
The answer tears through me like a blade.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect for me, my little corpse,” I murmur against her lips, then I claim her mouth, hard. It’s not gentle. It’s not meant to be. I steal her breath like it belongs to me, like I fucking earned it.
Suddenly, I hear a male clear his throat behind me, and my body tenses like a snapped wire, lips tearing from hers.
I know exactly who the fuck it is.