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Malik

Selene’s so fucking pretty like this, my pretty little sparrow, a vision of blood and chaos bent over a dying man in this shithole motel room. Her soft ass jiggles every time I sink my cock into her, the heat of her pussy gripping me and sucking me deeper. Philip Smission’s sprawled beneath her, his chest a hacked-open ruin, his groans fading into wet gurgles, muffled by duct tape which just heightens my need to claim this woman. My eyes flick up over her shoulder, catching the glint of her hammer as she smashes through bone, blood painting her hands, her face, and her clothing, a bloody mess that’s more beautiful than any crimson lipstick she wears.

Her pussy’s strangling my cock so tight it’s almost painful. She’s close, her breath hitching as she tries to swallow her cries, her body trembling beneath my grip. Licking the bite I left on her shoulder, I taste her sweat and blood, my teeth aching to mark her again.

I fumble around for the knife and then reach around her to drag it down her chest, knowing that it’s mixing with the man below. I wish I could see her as I did this, her eyes meeting mine as I made her bleed so prettily. Not that it matters. Fucking her is everything, the playlist in the background a perfect montage to this moment.

She’s my sparrow, my goddess, carving a heart while I fuck her and get lost in her. It’s like motherfucking Christmas.

Selene mumbles something like ‘I got it’ and I realize that means she’s got the heart, the one thing keeping me from giving her the orgasm she so desperately needs. I glance over her shoulder to see her fingers wrapped around Smission’s heart, tearing it free with a wet rip. Philip immediately goes limp and I grin at the fact that I can now fill my sparrow the way I truly want.

I pull her off to the side, away from Philip and press a hand to the middle of her back before pulling her ass up high in the air. And then I start pounding into her, my cock sinking deep, the heat of her pussy gripping me like a vice.

Her moans disappear into the pillow as I glance over the bloody flower she’s left there. She clenches around me as she falls apart and I explode inside her, a feral groan ripping from my throat. I wrap my hand in her hair again, yanking hard, loving the way she squeezes my cock when she does, milking me of every last drop of my release. “I knew it was gonna be everything I dreamed of, Sparrow. Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

It’s then that I realize I need to preserve this, keep this image with me. I lean back and pull out my phone, making sure that it’s at an angle to catch her pretty ass and the man beside it.

“What the fuck?” She cries out, trying to sit up and failing. Her hands are holding that heart, giving her no leverage to push me off but it’s okay. Tonight, I’m done. I pull out of her, staring at my picture as I climb off the bed and head for the window. When I hear her rustling around, I twist just enough that she only catches the silver mask covering my face. “Sparrow, if you come after me, you’ll make a mess. Be careful.”

Blood’s soaked into my dark clothing and I’m making bloody footprints but this isn’t my mess to clean. I never clean up. It’s always Ronan and Dante. My pretty sparrow will figure it out but if she comes after me now, it won’t be as much fun. She’s also going to get caught. As much as I want to stay and play again, I can’t.

She lets out a frustrated huff, no doubt working hard to clean up and get to me but I use those moments to leave through the window in the room, the same way I came in.