Page 100 of Boys Who Hunt

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Page 100 of Boys Who Hunt

“What the f—” Silas steps out of the shower, still rock hard. “You’re watching me?!”

“He forced me,” she says, still quaking from both the orgasm and the vibrations.

I laugh. “You were already looking at him before I caught you in the act. And you’re still hinging on a second orgasm. Look at you.”

With a red face, she stumbles back against the couch. Silas approaches her ass naked, blood still caking his skin from his second kill.

“You’re not going to kill me,” she says, and when she bites her lip, I know she can feel the intensity build. “You want me.”

He stops right in front of her and a smirk slowly forms on his lips. “You know me so well already? I’m impressed.”

Suddenly, he shoves her, and she flops down onto the couch. “What did you let him do?”

I lick my fingers, and her eyes home in on them like she’s shocked I enjoyed a small taste of what she had to offer. Too bad for her I’ve not nearly tasted enough to satisfy my cravings.

“I didn’tlethimdo shit. He fingered me,” she says with a scowl on her face.

“And don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” I say, showing off my wet fingers.

She doesn’t even know this is my second time already, but I’ll keep that little secret to myself for now.

She folds her arms. “Whatever. It’s not like I have a choice.”

I push the button in my pocket and watch her unravel. Nothing is prettier than the sound of desperate whimpers, as she tries to make it stop by digging in her own panties.

“Don’t,” I warn her, and she stops wriggling her legs. “Touch it and I’ll only make it worse.”

Silas’s head tilts sideways as he inspects her.

“You put a vibrator inside her, didn’t you?” he asks, sporting a grin.

“I wanted her to suffer a little longer,” I reply. “Besides, I kind of enjoy the way she sounds when she comes.”

“Good …” Silas suddenly grips her throat. “You were supposed to clean.”

“I did.” She eyes the stained carpet.

“So you’ve seen what I’m capable of then,” Silas says, tilting her head up so she’s forced to look him in the eyes.

But the unabashed look on her face catches me off guard. “You wanted me to see that blood, didn’t you?”

Silas

She truly hadno idea how fucked up I really am, but it seems she’s starting to catch on.

The scale of my depravity is beyond her imagination, and I don’t ever stop until it’s too late.

“You killed someone,” she says, almost in disbelief I’d be so callous about it.

“Someone?” I snort. “A body. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“You don’t even see them as people.” She grimaces.

“Them?” My eyes twitch.

Does she know more about my murderous habits than I thought?

Her entire face slowly begins to lose its color.




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