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DEATH

“The darkness didn't hunt the lamb—it hummed a lullaby until wandering felt like coming home.” ~ Anonymous

“Are you sure?” Ella’s gentle voice broke me out of my fog from Xavier’s confession. “How do you know?”

“My boss doesn’t lie. He’s brutally honest.” Xavier’s head bobbed for emphasis and then he turned his attention to me. “You’re my brother. Boss found a bit of your DNA left at the warehouse when you strung up Dahmer junior by a meat hook. Once he got what he needed, he had the rest of the evidence scrubbed before the police showed up. He’s on your side.”

Ella straightened, her expression calm. She walked over to me. “Death, do you believe him? Is it possible that he really is your brother?”

My jaw clenched as a storm brewed to life and fury took front and center stage. If this piece of shit was my brother, I wanted no part of him. There was no love here. No familiarity or any kind of attachment. He was still scum to be interrogated, tortured, and disposed of. He was a means to an end, nothing more.

“I don’t know. Tell me more,” I demanded and kicked his foot.

He screamed in pain, and I held up the medication to remind him he could have relief if he wanted to. His eyes rolled in the back of his head, and for a minute I thought he might pass out, but then he seemed okay again.

“The family that raised me, they locked me in the basement for weeks at a time. I was a dirty secret, a shameful sin that needed to be hidden away. And then they tried to kill me too.” His features glazed over as he recalled the horrors of his past. “He broke my mind, and my mother did nothing to help me. It’s why they had to go.” He seethed, his voice trembling with a mixture of rage and pain. “They’re nothing but lifeless bodies stuffed and sitting at my dinner table.” A menacing grin spread across his face as he stared at me from cold, dead eyes.

“I don’t really give a fuck about your family or what you lived through. All I want to know is how are we brothers?”

“Not my story to tell. Not my story,” he sang.

“Whose story is it then?” I growled. The little shit was stomping on my last fucking nerve.

“You’ll understand soon enough.” His cackle split my eardrums. The fucker needed to shut up so I could think.

“And did it occur to you that your boss was playing you and that we’re not brothers at all?”

Xavier nodded. “I’m not stupid. Of course I did,” he spat, his entire demeanor changing on a dime.

“Where do I find him? Your boss?”

Xavier pursed his lips together. “When the time comes, he’ll find you. He wants to meet his prodigy face-to-face. But he’s interested in something else too. The boss wants …” He slammed his mouth closed and hesitated before he said, “I can’t tell you what he wants. The boss tells me everything, though, and I can’t break his trust, you know. But you should ask him when you see him.” He licked his dry lips.

“I have enough information to find him on my own.” I was bluffing, but Xavier didn’t realize that. I tossed the little white pill at him, and it landed on the floor out of his reach.

He stretched as far as his body would let him and attempted to crawl to it, his fingers grabbing for it like a greedy child.

“That should keep him busy for a while. Let’s go.” I took Ella by the arm and led her out of the room. Once the door was shut, she looked up at me.

“Do you believe him?”

“I’m not sure. I need to chat with Dope and tell him what I’ve learned between John and Xavier. If anyone can find the man I’m looking for, it will be him.”

I leaned down and kissed my little lamb before I brushed my nose along her ear. “As soon as I know where to find him, I’ll give you another gift.”

She grabbed my biceps and nipped at my neck. “Really?”

I straightened and placed my finger beneath her chin. “Yes, Xavier is yours to kill.”

“Even if he’s your brother?”

A chuckle rumbled through my chest. “Especially if he is my brother.”

“As long as you’re sure.” She pressed her hips into mine. “I’ve missed you. I’ve missed what we share.”

I slid my hand around her neck, my thumb rubbing up and down her sensitive skin. My cock hardened with the fantasy I’d had earlier about her in John’s blood, sucking me dry.

“Come with me.” We walked down the hall to where I’d killed John just hours ago. When I entered the room, his body was gone, but the blood had congealed on the floor. I closed the door behind us and grinned at her.

“You were here earlier with Sebastian.”

She nodded. “Yes. I was.”

“Do you think he’ll ever come to terms with who I am?” I strolled over to the partially dried blood and swiped my fingers through it, staining them red. I motioned for Ella to join me. She did as she was told, and I smeared the blood over her throat. With a quick jerk, I ripped her shirt open, the buttons flying across the room and pinging off the cement floor. Her chest heaved, the swell of her full breasts peeking out from the black satin bra.

“Would you miss him if he were gone?” I asked, my voice hovering above a whisper. The smell of her arousal mixed with fear about Sebastian was intoxicating. I stepped closer to her, our bodies touching, and I could feel her heart pounding. “Or would you welcome the freedom that comes with his absence?”

Ella licked her lips and locked her gaze on mine. She didn’t answer, but the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know. I traced the line of her jaw with my bloody fingers, feeling the heat of her skin under my touch. “You don’t want him to be gone,” I whispered, my breath warm against her ear. “But you also want me.”

She shivered, the desire and desperation tangible between us. I pressed myself against her, the evidence of my own desire straining against my jeans. “I can give you what he won’t.” Nipping at her earlobe with my teeth, I added, “I can give you everything you need.”

Ella moaned softly, a low sound that seemed to reverberate through my entire body.

“I want both of you. I can’t choose.”

It wasn’t the answer that I wanted, but her response hadn’t surprised me either. Threading my fingers through her long, dark hair, I gripped it and forced her to her knees in the pool of blood.

I stepped away from her, allowing some space between us. “Do you remember who you serve, my little whore?”

She looked up at me, her green eyes full of longing. “Only you.”

“That’s right. Crawl to me, Ella. Show me how much you want to worship the only man that sees who you truly are—my hungry slut ready to serve her god. I have the power to give you anything you want, but you’ll have to earn it.”

She glanced at the floor, then got on all fours and crawled through the thickest part of the congealed blood. Her hands grew slick with John’s sin, and the corners of my lips twitched as I watched her. Once she was before me, she stopped.

I cupped her chin and tilted it up. “Undo my jeans and free my cock.”

My little lamb flipped open the button and lowered the zipper. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and stroked myself.

“Open your mouth and suck me.”

Her lips parted, and I rubbed the tip of my dick along her lower lip. She ran her tongue across the smooth skin. She sucked lightly, coating my skin with her saliva. I grabbed the back of her head so she couldn’t jerk away as I shoved my shaft into her mouth and down her throat. Her cheeks turned red as I mercilessly fucked her. Tears gathered in her eyes as she attempted to breathe around my girth, but it wasn’t helping.

“I am the one that will allow you to breathe, not him.”

Her eyes widened as she pressed her blood-stained hands against my jeans in an attempt to push me back.

“I alone can give you life or death, little lamb. I see your darkness and encourage it. He stifles everything you are.” I thrust my cock in and out, pulling out enough to give her a quick chance to breathe.

“You want this, don’t you?” I asked, my voice low and dangerous. My hips moved faster, driving myself deeper into her throat. She whimpered, her tears now mingling with the saliva that coated my dick. “Admit it,” I demanded, pulling out to the edge of her lips before thrusting back in with a rough groan. “Admit you need only me.”

Her gaze turned fierce and unyielding as it met mine, and she mumbled, “Yes.”

A surge of triumph coursed through me at her surrender. “That’s my good little cum whore,” I praised, driving harder and deeper. “Show me how much you need me.”

She complied immediately, wrapping her lips tightly around my dick and suckingeagerly. Her tongue flicked across my skin, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I pulled her head away and tilted her chin up while I wrapped my hand around my shaft, stroking it. Heat zipped up and down my spine as my balls tightened. Seconds later, I shot my cum all over her mouth and breasts as I marked her.

I tucked myself back into my jeans, enjoying seeing her face wild with desire and a hint of submission. She eagerly licked her lips clean, savoring the taste of my climax.

“Put your face against the floor and bow down to me.”

She silently obeyed, and I ordered her to stay until I told her otherwise.

While my little lamb was remembering how to submit, I walked to the small closet and searched for what I needed. Within a few minutes, I had everything in place. I returned to Ella, who was still in the same position.

“Stand up.”

She raised her head, and I extended my hand to her. Her palm was cold against mine from the cement floor. I helped her stand, suspecting that her knees were sore from the concrete. Walking around her, I nuzzled her hair from behind, then reached around and grabbed her breasts. Squeezing, she yelped. I moved the left cup, freeing her nipple. I gave it a hard flick and nip as she squirmed against me, her ass pressing into my once again hardening dick.

My hand traveled up her chest and around her neck. I gripped her throat, but not hard enough to cut off her air while I removed her shirt and bra. My fingertips danced across her skin and stomach and to the waist of her jeans. I quickly flipped open the button, unzipped them, and tugged them down over her ass and hips. I nipped at the smooth flesh of her ass cheek as I lowered them to her ankles. My little lamb stepped out of them, and I tugged her satin thong down next, leaving her naked and exposed to me.

Slowly, I turned her toward the swing that I’d attached to the ceiling over John’s blood. With a swift movement, I lifted her off the ground, wrapping my arms around her waist and carrying her to it. Once I’d secured her, I stepped back to appreciate her beauty while she remained vulnerable and exposed to me. I spread her legs wide, showing off her wet pussy to me. Her clit was visibly swollen, begging for attention.

I knelt between her thighs and ran my fingers through her slickness and teased her lips. She moaned softly as I slid a finger inside her, feeling how tight and hot she was. Pumping in and out of her, I flicked her clit with my tongue.

“Your cunt is mine to fuck until you’re raw and begging me to stop.” I spread her apart and gained better access to her pussy and asshole. I wrapped my arms around her legs and pressed my nose against her slit, her scent nearly driving me over the edge. With each nip and suck, I applied more pressure and pain, making her squirm. I reached with one hand and ran it through the puddle of blood and rubbed it over her belly and inner thighs, noting the scar from her knife wound. A fleeting sense of calm flooded my senses as I reminded myself that I had exacted my revenge. Smiling, I continued to feast on her.

Her feeble attempts to grind against my face were easily stopped as I held her hips and dug my fingers into her skin.

“Oh, god. Fuck me with your tongue, Death. Do what only you can do to me.”

There it was. Her plea for me—not him.