Page 17 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)

“ S he’s gone!” Sloane’s sobs rack her body as she screams and pounds at the floor.

I’ve tried to move her for the last ten minutes, but she hasn’t budged.

I finally gave up until the police arrived.

If I knew Sloane would react this way to finding Alyssa, then I would’ve killed her somewhere else.

I knew they had gotten close, but not close enough for her to care if she had lived or died.

“Why… I just don’t understand.” Her pitiful words are followed by sniffles as tears cascade down her face.

“Sloane, we have to get you off of the floor; you’re covered in blood.

” I shake her shoulders a bit and try to pull her up to her feet, but she’s cemented to the ground.

Her hands tremble in front of her, stained in the life essence of her friend.

She tries to brush the crusty blood from her hands onto her pants, but it just spreads around even more.

Sloane’s breathing becomes erratic in her panic, and the most gut-wrenching sob rips from her.

I lean down and pick her up bridal style, not wanting to wait any longer for the police to show up.

She goes limp in my arms while tears stream down her cheeks, one bloody arm dangling from her side.

On my way out the door we pass the police that are questioning the maintenance man.

One officer pulls me to a stop, and I direct a glare towards his hand on my arm.

“Sir, we need to ask you both a few questions.” His voice is deep and full of authority, but his eyes shine with pity.

“Later.” I give him a nod with the finality of my word and walk away without a backward glance.

I shoulder my way through my front door that I left open on my rush out and kick it closed with my foot.

Sloane is still staring out into space, dissociating from what she just experienced.

I carry her into my own bathroom for the use of my jacuzzi tub.

I settle her on the edge of the tub and start to strip her of her clothes that are spotted in blood.

Sloane doesn’t even put up a fight when she’s fully naked for my viewing pleasure.

Her nipples tighten in the cool air of the bathroom, and goose bumps rise across her skin when I lean over to turn the tap on.

Once the temperature is perfect, I lower her into the tub before putting the stopper in.

She stares at the running water, her expression blank.

I strip out of my clothes quickly and hop into the tub behind her, settling her between my legs.

She goes stiff in my arms, and I don’t blame her if I'm being honest. I wrap one arm around her waist, and with the other I brush her hair from her face.

She’s silent while I grab a loofah from the side of the tub and lather it up with lavender soap.

I smooth it over her skin, scrubbing the drying blood off flake by flake.

Sloane watches my hands glide over her slick skin, and a shiver runs down her spine as I continue to cleanse her skin of my bad deeds.

“Kole? What are you doing here?” Alyssa says after she opens the front door, her gaze skeptical.

“I just wanted to stop by to thank you for befriending my new roommate. Sloane has had a hard time adjusting.” My smile is one of gratitude, but I can tell she sees through my bullshit.

“Oh, um… It was no problem really. Sloane seems like a great girl. I just thought it would be nice to have someone to talk to every now and then.” Alyssa shrugs her shoulders with her words and directs a kind smile towards me.

“Would you like to come in?” She steps aside to show her hospitality, but I can sense that she’s feeling anything but hospitable.

I nod my yes and follow after her into her apartment.

“Did you just get off of work?” She looks back at me with her questioning gaze.

“Yeah, I did; figured I’d just stop by on my way home.” She nods as she watches me over the kitchen island.

“Would you like something to drink?” Alyssa heads towards the fridge, yanking it open to expose the almost bare insides.

“Sure, thanks.” While she’s distracted with grabbing a bottle of water, I creep up behind her and grab her in a headlock, pulling her back against my body.

I drag her towards the living room, her body flailing with each step, my other hand pressed against her mouth to keep her quiet.

She eventually goes limp from lack of oxygen, making it easier to drag her to the armchair in the center of the room.

I plop her down, her head lolling to the side, exposing her slim neck.

I debate on how to go about this and decide the quickest way is the best way.

Snagging my knife from my pocket I flick it open, the blade shines in the low light of the room.

My hands tangle in Alyssa’s hair, tugging her head back against the chair cushion, leaving her jugular exposed to me.

I waste no time in running my blade across her neck, parting the flesh like butter.

Her eyes fly open at the sudden pain, and my other hand slaps against her lips to keep the screaming at bay.

Blood drips from the wound like the tears from her eyes, her gaze full of betrayal.

“It’s nothing personal, Alyssa, but I can’t have you ruining things that I've put into place.” I give her a sad smile as I watch the light drain from her eyes, leaving her staring into the dark abyss as her blood runs freely down her chest.

“Kole?” Sloane’s soft voice breaks me out of my thoughts, her fingers tracing designs against my forearms.

“Yes, my Sweet Obsession?” Her head leans back against my chest, eyes still full of tears, gazing up at me.

“Why would someone kill her?” A single tear streaks down her cheek, her bottom lip quivering as she waits for an answer.

“I can’t answer that for you.” My hand brushes against her cheek, gathering the tear as it falls. “Sometimes bad things happen to good people for no reason.” She sniffles but accepts my answer to be true.

“What if whoever killed her comes back for someone else? Kole, we only live a few doors down from her.” Her worries almost make me laugh, because she’s already made her bed with the killer.

“Nothing is going to happen to you. No one will take my Sweet Obsession away from me.” I cup her cheeks in my hands and lean down to brush my lips against hers.

She goes still beneath me, but soon a fire lights up inside of her, causing her to turn around in my arms completely.

Her thighs part around my hips, and her arms thread around my neck.

I deepen the kiss, thrusting my tongue inside to caress her own.

My hands grasp her hips, rocking her against me, my cock hardening between us with every movement.

My fingers drift down between her legs slowly, anticipating that she will stop my movements any second now, but when I brush against her bare pussy she’s still sucking on my bottom lip.

My finger glides through her lips, and the slickness that awaits me makes me groan.

Whatever blood that was left inside of me goes straight to my cock.

Sloane grinds her hips down against my fingers with a silent request. My other hand rises, tangling in the hair at the nape of her neck, forcing her to look up at me.

Desire shines in her eyes, my voice thick with my own, “Tell me what you want, beautiful.”

She licks her lips before replying, “Please, Kole…” Her words drift off as if I already know what she wants.

“Please what, Sloane?” My finger finds her clit and rubs tight circles around it, making her breath hitch. “Say it.” I stop my movements so she can focus on her words.

“Make me come, Kole.” Her eyes are fiery with lust as she grinds her hips down against my hand again.

My finger finds her entrance, and I plunge inside without a second thought.

The moan that escapes her rattles her chest and ripples along the bathwater.

I plunge a second finger into her, searching for the spot that I know will drive her crazy, and the second I find it, it’s music to my ears.

“Oh fuck!” Her words come out stuttered as I drum up against her G-spot.

“K-kole, what is… Shit.” The pleasure racking through her is too much for her to think, and I take that opportunity to lean forward and capture a nipple between my teeth, sucking and tugging on the rosy skin.

My thumb circles around her throbbing clit in tandem with my abuse against her g-spot.

Her thighs are shaking around my hips and chest quaking with each breath.

“K-kole… I. Shit, Kole!” Her words are squeaky as she speaks, and it makes me smile around her nipple between my teeth that I let go with a pop.

“Let it happen, baby.” My words are whispered against her skin, her hips bucking against my hand as I fuck her straight over the cliff of ecstasy.

Her scream pierces my eardrums as she orgasms around my fingers.

Her pussy is strangling them so hard that I wish it was my dick that was deep inside her.

It takes effort to pull my fingers from her pussy, because they seem to want to stay inside her forever.

Her head is laid up against my chest, her body trembling with the residual pleasure coursing through her.

I lean around her and pull the plug on the tub, letting the water swirl down the drain before I scoop Sloane up against me and step out of the tub.

Plopping her bare ass onto the countertop makes her squeal at the sudden coldness against her skin until I get a fluffy towel wrapped around her.

I help dry her body and hair before ushering us both out and into my bedroom.

She comes to a stop in the middle of my room, her eyes floating through the room.

“It’s my room. You’re welcome to go back to yours if it makes you more comfortable?

” I raise my eyebrow at her, and she shuffles from foot to foot until she eventually shakes her head.

“I’m fine here, that is if you don’t mind?” A blush creeps up her cheeks, her fingers wringing against the towel held hostage against her.

“Come to bed?” I say as I pull the covers back, motioning for her to climb in.

She drops the towel at her feet, and I internally cringe seeing the mess in the middle of the room, but I decide to deal with that after she’s sound asleep.

Once she’s settled in the middle of the bed, I tug her to my side, her head finding its spot against my chest.

“Thank you.” Her words are so quiet that I almost miss them, thinking they were a figment of my imagination.

“For what?” Which I am genuinely curious about because I can’t recall doing anything that would deserve those words.

She lets out a chuckle before she speaks, “For making me come.” Her lips leave a soft kiss against my chest, punctuating the words.

“Any time, Sloane, any time.” I kiss the top of her head, meaning every word I just said.