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WOLF

“O’Neil!”

I tear my eyes away from the Pontiac I’ve been tirelessly working on for the past few hours to gaze at Ray.

This kid has been working for me for over a year, and he knows better than to address me like that. I suppose he can sense it from the look in my eyes as he promptly corrects himself.

“Sorry. I meant, Boss.”

“What?” I reach for the towel resting on the car’s edge and use it to wipe away the greasy residue from my hands. “And why are you still here?”

It’s well past their working hours. They should all be gone by now.

“Hmm. I was going to,” he says, his feet shuffling nervously from side to side. If he wants the girl he’s been drooling over, he better toughen up. “You may want to see for yourself. The guys are getting a little wild out there.”

For fuck’s sake.

When I opened this garage years ago, I never anticipated having to deal with a rowdy group of teenagers, most of whom are well into their thirties.

I throw off the towel, drawn towards the noise that guides me to the main entrance.

At first, I struggle to see clearly as a crowd gathers around someone, but as I approach, the sight of fishnet tights immediately catches my attention.

Iris is positioned in the centre, her outfit consisting of a short skirt and a T-shirt tucked in, complemented by her Doc Martens and a cascade of purple hair resting on her shoulder.

Fantastic. A pack of horny men was exactly what I needed to deal with at this point.

“Okay, everybody out,” I shout. “You’re all done for the day.”

I meet Iris’s gaze, and her face breaks into a smug grin.

God, this woman is trouble.

The sound of a collective groan hangs in the air, evidence of their discontent with my decision to spoil their source of entertainment.

Iris is no stranger to the garage, but she usually comes when it’s empty, without a soul in sight.

I wait patiently for each of my guys to gather their belongings and exit the premises before securely locking up behind them, ensuring the establishment is empty.

“What are you—” I turn to look at her, but she disappeared without a trace.

Christ.

“Iris! Stop sneaking aro?—”

Her “Boo” barely escapes her lips before I react, swiftly pivoting and trapping her against the door, my hand tightening around her throat.

“Don’t play with me, Starling,” I whisper against her ear. “Or you might get burned.”

“Maybe I want to feel the scorch of the flames.” With a playful wink, she grabs my arm and effortlessly switches our positions, leaving me pressed against the door. “Are your reflexes slowing down, Grandpa?” she teases.

I lean in, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. I’m not sure if sleeping with my best friend was a wise decision, but I would do it again. Feeling the strong thumps of her pulse against my fingertips was an electrifying experience. “Baby, I’ll be happy to show you how ‘grandpa’ I am. And I will.” I inch my head closer, my lips brushing against her ear as I whisper. “And it won’t need clothing, but there are some things I need to handle first.”

“Oh,” she pushes me aside and steps in front of me, her curiosity piqued. “Do we have a body in here?”

She knows me too well.

I remain silent, guiding us towards the perpetually locked room. Nobody has access to it except for me.

As a killer who owns a garage, it would be foolish not to utilise all of my resources to carry out my work.

I turn off all the lights in my trail, leaving only a dim glow that serves as the emergency exit light.

Her presence looms behind me as I unlock the door and let us enter the room.

It’s shrouded in darkness, with a lingering scent of fuel and blood permeating the air.

She’s unusually quiet, which is unlike her. Iris is a chatty wild cat, always ready with something to say.

“What is it with you today?” I ask, the click of the lock echoing as I secure the door behind us.

“Nothing.” She jumps and perches herself on the worktop, swinging her feet. “A girl can’t be quiet?” she scoffs, her eyes narrowing in defiance.

“Starling, you’re full of shit. You don’t know how to keep your mouth shut.”

“Okayyy. Guilty,” she sighs.

“So?” I press her as I open the car hood.

“I lost Bart,” she confesses, her voice muffled by the liquorice stick in her mouth as she tugs on it with her teeth.

“You what now?” I find it astonishing that she gives each of her weapons a name.

My eyes quickly flick to her neck, confirming that the choker has vanished. I made this necklace for her years ago. It was an intricate piece, with a thick double choker featuring hoops and a serpent entwined around a sword pendant that cleverly concealed a small knife.

From the outside, Iris appears to be a typical woman with a grunge style, but those who know her are aware of the concealed knives she carries. Necklace, hair clip, in her boots. She even has a fake lipstick knife.

“My last mission was a bit…” she pauses. “Let’s say he wasn’t exactly thrilled about getting taken down by a girl. He ripped it off, and I couldn’t find it afterward.”

“And you’re telling me because?”

“What do you mean, because?” She quickly jumps back onto the floor, joining me beside the car. “A girl needs her tool. Can you make another one for me, pretty please?” Her big brown eyes, adorned with dark eyeshadow, bore into mine with an intensity that mirrored a desperate cat’s plea for survival. “I need a Bart 2.0. Pretty please? I’ll bake for you.”

I can’t contain my amusement and let out a booming laugh. “You don’t cook and, least of all, bake.”

“I would’ve given it a shot,” she shrugs nonchalantly as if dismissing any importance. “And I cook. Thank you very much.”

“Cooking bodies doesn’t count,” I burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the room.

“It happened once,” she groans. “How was I supposed to know that the meat in the freezer was, in fact, a human body?”

“Maybe the label on it?” I raise my brow.

“Fuck off. So you’ll do it?“ I don’t have time to tell her I’ll do it as she pushes me aside to inspect what’s inside the hood. “Did you put a body in here?”

Once a killer, always a killer—it’s a motto that never wavers.

I’m not surprised she smelled it, even though there’s not a single trace of blood on the floor.

Yet.

“Started.”

“What do you mean? You have the body somewhere?” As she leans against the car, she emphasises, “I’m all for helping, but feeding it to the pigs is definitely off-limits.”

A smirk plays on my lips as I shake my head. “It won’t be for the pig.”

My client made the most unusual request I had ever received. He not only desired the person’s death but also asked me to dismember the body and hide the pieces in his car’s engine. I have no clue what he’ll do with it, but who am I to pass judgement? I have a job, and I execute it.

I open the boot of the car and retrieve the black bag, its surface marred with dried blood, and place it on the worktable.

“And people have the audacity to label me as the insane one.” With a quick glance inside the bag, she shakes her head and reaches for the saw.

“That’s because you are.” I turn up the music, letting it surround us as I seize the second saw, its worn handle fitting perfectly in my hand. “Shall we?”

We remain quiet, with only our breath and the music in the background, and the bones crack as we cut them.

I did most of it earlier, so we’ll be done in no time.

Iris is completely absorbed in her task, with her strands of hair falling across her face.

Fuck, she’s beautiful.

With blood covering her, she’s a sight to see.

The sound of cracking bones fills the air as I cut, causing my muscles to tense and my back to ache. Iris may be right. I feel like a grandpa.

I glance at her and notice that she’s fiercely pulling on a part of his arm, desperately trying to separate it from his body.

“Fuck,” she mutters under her breath as she applies more force, her leg propped on the edge of the work table. With a final push, the arm detaches from his body, leaving her standing there with it in her hand. “Finally.”

“You could’ve just asked for help.”

Her menacing gaze locks onto me as she extends the dismembered arm in my direction, stating defiantly, “I don’t need your help. I don’t need a man, except if he’s fucking me.”

The blood drips from her hands as she keeps the arm in the air.

“Got it. So if I follow your reasoning, I’m good just to fuck you.” I raise my brow with a smirk on my face as I cut the last piece of the body.

Well, not a body anymore.

She throws what she has in hand in the car’s hood before leaning on it.

“You did fuck me good, didn’t you?”

Little temptress.

Iris has never been shy about her sexual life. What’s funny is that she thought I was playing only for the opposite team.

Thinking about it, I haven’t shown interest in any women since we met, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t fucked any.

Iris has always been beautiful, and I never expected to wake up with her hand on my dick while she was sleeping. Just the thought of fucking her in this state makes me hard.

With the body in my hand, I chuck it in the car hood and trap her between the car and me. I raise my bloodied hand, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, smearing the blood onto her skin.

Even though we took precautions to seal the body parts, they still leaked and left a mess on the room’s floor.

“I did fuck you good, indeed.” As our lips draw near, I can sense the gentle rhythm of her breath against my mouth. “Are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you?”

She trails her crimson hand over my torso before whispering. “The question is, why aren’t you already?”

I firmly grasp her hair, pulling it forcefully backwards. “If you want to be a brat, I’ll give you a reason to be one.”

With a hunger that consumes us both, I seize her mouth, biting and sucking, leaving us breathless. She let me use my knife on her and fuck if I don’t want to do it again. I detach myself from her and approach the worktable. The clinking sound of the chain fills the air as I reach out and grab them. Owning a garage has its perks, especially right now. So many things I could use on her.

Her eyes linger on the chains, but her lips remain sealed.

Apparently, I found my match.

“On your knees, Starling. Unzip my jeans, and let me fuck your mouth.”

“Make me.” Her brow arches, and she tightly crosses her arms over her chest.

Oh, game on.

I clinch the chain in one hand and firmly grasp the back of her head, my fist tightly gripping her hair as I forcefully bring her down to her knees.

“That’s what you wanted?”

I use my finger to lift her chin and make her look at me.

“You want me to force myself on you, Starling?”

I remember reading it in her book while she was showering. The girl was being chased through the woods by several guys and then forced to take all of them. She consented, but I wasn’t aware it was a fantasy. And it’s… intriguing.

“And what if I do?” She bites her lips and lets her bloody nails lightly graze my legs before finally reaching for my zipper.

“If you do,” I remove her hand, unzip my jeans, and pull out of my boxers, “you’ll have it. Open your mouth.” She shakes her head vigorously, determined to keep her mouth shut. “You know, your refusal is getting me harder and harder. Open your mouth, Starling. Don’t make me repeat myself.” I stroke my cock several times as she maintains a teasing smirk on her lips, keeping it closed. I firmly grab her mouth, exerting pressure to pry it open. “I said, open your mouth.” My fingers remain tightly gripping her jaw as I thrust my cock into her mouth, eliciting a groan from me. “I wanted to be gentle with you, but apparently, it’s not what you want.”

I wasn’t going to be gentle.

Now she’s giving the green card to fuck her like I wanted to…

Clutching her head tightly, I thrust into her mouth, eliciting a choking and uncomfortable cough.

“Fuuuck. So pretty on your knees for me.”

The feeling of her saliva dripping onto my balls intensifies with every thrust. I pull out, giving her a few moments to catch her breath and collect herself.

Not for long, baby.

With the chains still clenched tightly in my hand, I loop them around her neck and forcefully push my dick back into her open mouth. She struggles to catch her breath, her hands gripping onto my thighs for support.

I’m so hard, my cock hurts.

“Look at you.”

The sound of the chains rattling fills the air as I truss them tighter around her neck, my hand gently brushing against her blood-stained cheek. “Fucking beautiful, letting me fuck your mouth with a pool of blood beneath you.”

Tears stream down her face, leaving her eyes glassy and shimmering. A chaotic blend of black mascara and blood adorns her face, creating a striking image.

I push my cock further into her throat, causing her to cough and struggle for breath, her eyes rolling in distress.

“Remember that you asked for it, Starling,” I groan.

Her hand reaches to the chains around her neck, trying to create some space to inhale.

Fuck, I’m close to filling her mouth with my cum.

Out of breath, I pull out from her warmth.

“Shit,” she utters in a broken voice.

I stoop down, my finger softly erasing the streaks of tears and dark circles beneath her eyes.

“I’m just getting started with you.” With a tug on the chain, she wobbles and sways, trying to steady herself. I pivot her swiftly, forcefully pushing her against the car. The hood is still open, offering a gruesome view of the blood dripping from it.

She’s still trying to catch her breath when I tug once more on the chain, making her head go backwards.

“That’s all you got?” she taunts.

“Hands on the hood, Starling.” I smirk.

I reach for two slender chains hanging on the wall before settling down next to her.

“Hands,” I command. Her eyes dart back and forth between the object in my hands and my face.

“Because one chain around my neck wasn’t enough?” She raises her brow.

“I won’t have enough tools for what I want to do to you. Now, be a good girl and give me your hands.”

At first, I expect resistance as I ask her to comply, but she surprises me by obediently extending her hands towards me. I carefully wrap the cold metal around each wrist, feeling its weight and texture against my skin, before tugging on it to ensure it’s secure. I then fasten the chains on each side of the motor, making sure they are tightly locked in place.

“Now, we could say you have a perfect view. Keep your eyes on the remains of the body while I take your ass.”

“Kinky,” she chuckles.

I lift her skirt, giving me a perfect view of her ass. Her tights are torn to shreds as I grab them, and a gasp escapes her lips.

“People need to stop doing that,” she groans.

“Or maybe you should fuck better people,” I retort, slowly sliding down her underwear.

“Nah, sweet boys are boring.”

“I bet they are.” I leave my hand caressing her ass, then deliver a powerful strike that elicits both curses and moans from her. I repeat the action over and over until the blood smears from my hand onto her ass and blends into the same shade.

“Beautiful,” I whisper.

As I extend my hand towards her, she arches her eyebrow curiously.

“Unless you want me to take your ass dry, you better spit on my hand, pretty girl.”

Her face lights up with a sly grin before she spits on the palm of my hand.

I forgot she likes the pain. Maybe I should’ve taken her dry.

Next time.

I lower myself and spit on her asshole, then stroke myself with her saliva while sliding two fingers into her tight spot.

Fuck, she’s warm and wet.

The symphony of her moans blends seamlessly with the wet, slick noises emanating from my shaft, compelling me to increase my speed.

She tugs on the chains on her wrist, causing the motor to emit a series of mechanical clanks and whirs.

If she breaks it, well, I can always repair it.

“Arch your back.”

I press on her back, positioning myself so that I can slide my cock into her entrance.

I thrust without warning, causing her to emit a mixture of screams that ignite both pleasure and pain, and hell if her moans don’t intensify my state.

“Shit,” she pants.

“Eyes on the bag, Starling,” I grunt.

I push deeper into her tight opening, feeling the tautness around me as my fingers tighten around the chain, causing her head to tilt back.

“Do you like my cock in your ass?” she groans and starts pulling on her tied wrist. “Because I fucking do.”

“Stop talking and make me come.” The chain is choking her voice, making it break.

The car’s motion synchronised with ours, causing the bag’s zipper to slide open slightly, offering a view of the members stained with blood.

“Fuuuck,” I growl. “Eyes in front of you. Look at the mess you’re making by tugging on the motor.”

I increase the speed and intensity of my thrusts, feeling my balls sink deeper inside her.

In sync with her cry, my hand firmly lands on her ass, applying pressure to my hard dick and intensifying the sensation.

I won’t last long if she keeps doing this.

“Wolf, fuck, Wolf.”

“Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?”

I grip her hair, the chain clutched securely in the same hand, and deliver another stinging spank.

“Scream for me. Let me hear how fucking good I make you feel.”

A scream wells up within her, but it remains lodged in her throat, trapped and desperate, akin to the cry of a wounded animal. With a forceful tug on her wrist, the chains produce a loud clink, accompanied by the unmistakable sound of the motor breaking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Wolf!” Her body spasms uncontrollably, her legs buckling beneath her as she experiences a powerful orgasm.

The sounds of our bodies intertwine with the music in the room as she draws me deeper into her spiral, my orgasm overwhelming me as I fill her up with my cum.

“Shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I let go of the chain and grasp her hips, desperately gasping for air.

My cum drips from her ass as I pull out, and what a fucking view.

I take off the chain from her neck and wrist before giving them a massage.

“Are you okay?” Blood stained her hands, her wrists were a vivid shade of scarlet, and her neck revealed the undeniable mark left by the chain. She’s fucking beautiful.

“I’m okay.” Her voice is barely audible, more like a hushed whisper than a normal speaking voice. “Fuck.” She attempts to speak once more, but her voice remains the same, devoid of any sound. “You broke my fucking vocal cord.”

“I did not,” I chuckle. “The chain, however, could have been the culprit.”

“Not funny.” Frustrated, she grumbles and attempts to clear her throat, desperately hoping for a change, but her voice remains barely audible.

It seems like I may have unintentionally exerted more force than I intended.

“Fantastic.” She rolls her eyes before wiping the tears that have escaped with her hand. “You owe me.”

“Your voice sounds like a squeal. Stop forcing on it.” I kiss the top of her head before pulling up my jeans.

“I broke the motor,” she says, her eyes glued to the car. “I won’t apologise for it.”

My laugh grows stronger. “Good thing I own a garage.” I close the car hood and wash my hands. “Let’s clean this chaos and freshen ourselves up.”

“You still owe me,” she mouths.

“Maybe next time I’ll chase you and fuck you without you knowing it’s me.”

Her eyes gleam with intensity as she licks her lips.

“Deal.”