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As Felix moves towards the man, my heart pounds a brutal rhythm in my chest. And as the blade sinks into flesh, I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. It’s fucked up, but maybe I might just like it.

Chapter Nineteen

Felix Greyson

My hand clenches the blade’s handle tightly, my other hand holding the poor bastard’s hair in place as I drag the razor-sharp edge across his cheek. Blood drips hot and sticky down the man’s chest, staining his shirt and dripping onto the cold floor. A growl rumbles low in my chest as I watch Aurora watch me, her eyes wide with some mix of fascination, horror, and arousal. I can almost taste it in the air, that heady combination of emotions spinning together like a sweet, intoxicating cocktail.

The room is dimly lit, just enough to see the sweat glistening on her skin. My breathing is laboured, and I can feel my heart racing. Every cut I make sends a shiver down my spine, but it’s nothing compared to the one that runs through me when I see her reaction. Aurora licks her lips unconsciously, her fingers curling around the edge of the metal table as if she wants to reach out and touch me. She wants to feel my warmth, to taste my blood.

I force myself to look away from her for a moment. Back to my work. I sink my knife deep into the man’s flesh again, feeling the hot, coppery liquid well up around the edges of the wound. The tang of iron and fear fills my mouth as I drag the blade across the man’s chest, carving out this man’s wife’s name over and over again.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask her softly, not taking my eyes off the man. “You like seeing me like this.”

Aurora swallows hard, her throat bobbing as she nods. Her voice comes out husky and low as if she’s been swallowing desire for hours. “Yes,” she whispers. “I do.”

“Didn’t think you would,” I grunt out, wiping the blade on my pants. “Thought you’d be scared shitless.”

“Maybe I should be,” she admits, her dark eyes never leaving him. “But it’s… clarifying. Something about watching you work makes everything else in my twisted mind disappear.”

I love her admission, though it catches me off-guard. I thought this would surely send her into a panic attack, but instead, she seems to find clarity in it. And that realisation alone is enough to make me feel a surge of arousal.

“Damn, Aurora,” I growl out, the lust in my voice unmistakable. “You’re something else.”

“Am I?” she asks, her voice teasing and sultry. She steps forward, her movements graceful even in the dim light.

I watch as she approaches, my dick getting rock hard as she closes the distance between us. I know I need to end this quickly, to deal with the man in the chair before I can truly focus on Aurora. But every step she takes sends a rush ofblood to my groin, making it harder and harder to concentrate.

“Fuck,” I mutter, grabbing the man’s chin and yanking his head back so he can look into my eyes. “This is your lucky day, asshole.”

With one swift motion, I slit the man’s throat, blood spurting out in a crimson arc. The life drains from his eyes as he gasps his last breaths, and then he’s gone, just another body in a long line of my victims.

“Done,” I say, turning to face Aurora. She watches me with a mix of lust and admiration, and I can see the hunger in her eyes. “Now, where were we?”

“Right here,” she breathes out, pressing her body against me as she wraps her arms around my neck.

I pull her close, feeling the heat of her skin against my own. “Darling,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “You have no idea how much you mean to me.” I can’t help it. Aurora is the one person who’s managed to dig her way into the darkness of my soul.

“Please, Felix,” she whispers, her eyes pleading with mine for understanding.

Without another word, I pull her close and press my lips against hers, feeling the heat and passion ignite between us. My heart softens even more as I realise this woman, this beautiful, broken creature before me, is the key to unlocking the cage I’ve trapped myself in.

Fuck it, I think, giving in to the desire that courses through my veins. I grab her by the ass, lifting her off the floor like she weighs nothing at all. Her legs wrap around my waist,her fingers digging into my arms, making me feel alive in a way that only she can.

“Where are we going?” she asks breathlessly, her words muffled by the intensity of our kiss.

“Somewhere less bloody,” I reply, carrying her across the room until her backside is perched on the new simple stainless-steel gurney I bought just for her.

“Trust me,” I whisper into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. “This is gonna be worth it.”

A shiver runs down her spine, and I know I’ve got her right where I want her.

“Time to lose these,” I growl, my hands gripping her pants and yanking them down her long legs. The anticipation building inside me is a fucking wildfire that can’t be contained. Aurora’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t resist.

Her soaked underwear clings to her like a second skin, and I can smell the sweet scent of her arousal. Fuck, it drives me wild. Without thinking, I plunge two of my blood-soaked fingers into her wet pussy, feeling her heat envelop me. The sharp contrast between the cold steel beneath her and the warmth of her body fuels my desire, giving me the power to control her pleasure.

“Shit, Felix.” She gasps, her fingers digging even deeper into my arms. Her breaths come in ragged pants, and I know she can barely hold on. But I won’t make it easy for her.

“Like that, huh?” I smirk, never breaking eye contact as I roughly fuck her with my fingers. She’s drenched, practically begging for more, and I’m more than happy to oblige.