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Selene

Caught between these men is like ecstasy on crack with Dante thrusting into me and Malik stuffing me fuller with his fingers and his tongue. I gasp at the sudden sting on my thigh and I look down to see Malik’s blade slicing a shallow line, the burn followed by his tongue, tracing the cut up to my pussy and then lapping at my clit.

My body moves between them in this erotic rhythm, Dante’s fingers digging into my hips as he sucks on my neck, Malik’s mouth relentlessly trying to pull an orgasm from me.

And just like that, I’m spiraling, the pain and pleasure a twisted dance that feels like home.

I come hard, Dante’s groan vibrating through me as he spills inside, my body sagging back against him as Malik pulls me off of Dante with surprising gentleness despite the knife in his hand, his eyes crazed but focused.

He carries me to the bed, laying me down on the cool sheets before stripping off his pants and filling me with one thrust, tearing a groan from us both. His eyes are unfocused, his mind caught in the haze of whatever he’s lost to, something between desire and obsession.

Hooking my legs around his waist, I reach up to grab his throat and yank him down so he can truly see me. “If you hurt me, Malik, I won’t just stab you.”

“I’ll make you feel good, Sparrow. My beautiful sparrow.” He lays the knife against my breast, the cold steel pressing just over my nipple and then he makes a small cut, a thin line of blood welling up on my flesh. He watches with raptured attention, following the trickle of crimson before diving in to suck it into his mouth, fucking me with the same rhythm.

My back bows off the bed, my head dangerously close to the opposite edge as I squeeze his neck a little tighter. Seeing his crazed expression is a thousand times better, especially when Dante rounds the bed and yanks me closer to the edge, Malik letting out a grunt of frustration as he moves closer. “I don’t think we’ve had this much fun in a long time,” Dante grins as he reaches toward my bloody tit and starts smearing the crimson across my other one. “You look so fucking depraved like this,” he murmurs as he dangles his cock just over my lips. “Can you take more, princess?”

I glare up at him as he tweaks my nipple, Malik still fucking me like it’s a contest, the moan ripping from my throat betraying the retort I wanted to throw at him. My lips part as his tip comes in contact with my tongue, realizing that this is perfect. It’s exactly what I’ve needed.

“I’m going to stuff you full, kitten. Fuck your throat and watch how prettily Malik makes you bleed. And then I’m going to fuck you again until you’re screaming between us. There are so many things I’ve wanted to do to you. God, I’m not sure we’ll have the time.”

And then he surges forward, his cock filling my mouth completely. I should pull away. Tell them to leave. Tell them that this isn’t what I want but I’ve got to stop denying myself.

Because in the end, this is exactly what I want.

And when Malik makes another small cut along my shoulder, the only thing I can do is moan.

I wake to my body rocking forward, a rhythmic pull that drags me from sleep. It takes me a few seconds to recognize the wet heat sucking hard on my tit, pulling at the cut made earlier. A shudder rips through me, my pussy clenching as I come and now, I’m fully awake, unsure of when I fell asleep. Malik’s in front of me, his mouth on my breast, his grin wicked in the dim morning light filtering through the bedroom’s black curtains. Which means Dante’s behind me.

His fingers are digging into my hips as he groans, filling me with his release before pressing a kiss to the bite on my shoulder. It’s been a damn long time since Dante’s slept over, longer since I woke with him inside me, and the shock of the raw intimacy, makes my head spin.

My body’s still trembling from the orgasm as I groan, Malik pulling back to look up at me. His lips are painted red, just like my favorite lipstick, but with my blood. “I told Dante it would be more fun with you,” he says, his smile almost maniacally wide. “We’re missing something, though.”

Dante laughs, his chest pressed against my back as he pulls me tighter against him, his cock softening inside of me. “Babe, tone it down for just a few seconds.” The words are for Malik, softer than Dante usually speaks but they’re edged with warning.

I twist around to meet Dante’s eyes, trying to understand how the fuck Malik’s a morning person. “What’s wrong with him?”

Dante’s hand slides up my side, moving up and down to calm me from a panic that he knows is blooming in my chest. “He doesn’t sleep, not well anyway. You have a reason for your kills. He doesn’t. He just likes it.”

I’m not scared of Malik but the sudden notion of being in this domestic moment, Malik brushing his thumb across my tit and Dante kissing my ear is too much. “Well, thanks for all of this,” I say, pushing up on my elbows, “but it’s time we had that conversation, right? Like the one where you explain why you stuck around all these years without saying a word.”

Malik leans in, his lips aiming for the cut again but I shove him back, my hand firm on his chest. “Heart.” It’s not that I don’t want to. But my head’s a whirlwind of chaos and I need to be able to wrap my head around all of this fuckery.

Dante reacts instantly, pulling out of me, his arms rolling me over with him before setting me on my feet beside the bed. I stumble forward, shocked that he listened and reacted so fast. I turn around, my brows furrowed in confusion.

“Selene, we might be some sick fucks but that doesn’t mean we have to ignore your comfort.”

I stare down at myself, a mess of cum and blood covering my tits and stomach, the ick of the moment starting to seep in. Maybe I’m not as depraved as I think I am. Or maybe I am but don’t want to believe it. “Right, yeah. Showers and clothes. Then we talk.”

Neither of them fights me on that, Malik cuddling into Dante’s side but his eyes still on me. That intense gaze is starting to make me feel things but I quickly disappear into the bathroom and step into the shower, trying to ignore all that sexy testosterone outside the door. Fifteen minutes later, I’m fully dressed, standing across Dante and Malik. They’re inches away from my front door and I’m at the edge of the hallway, arms folded across my chest, trying to keep the stern look on my face.

It's slowly slipping.

“Where does all of this leave us?”

Dante leans against the doorframe, his gaze walking all over my body despite the conversation. “Why does anything have to change?”

I scoff, throwing my hands up in the air. “Seriously? You work for the goddamn police, Dante, which I mentioned last night. Everything I’m doing is one hundred percent against everything you’re supposed to believe in.”

Dante lets out a dark chuckle as Malik steps forward, that deviant smile filling his face. “You don’t know him, do you?”

Dante shakes his head, reaching to pull Malik back but just misses him. “Babe, don’t.”

“No, Sparrow deserves to know. You said no lies.” He steps even closer but doesn’t touch me. “Dante likes puzzles and games. He likes figuring things out.”

I have absolutely no idea what that has to do with anything as Dante just sighs, dragging a hand through his hair. “It’s never about serving the country or protecting citizens, Selene. I told you we’ve all got our heads screwed on weird. I like the chase, finding someone, putting a puzzle together. It’s why I worked as a profiler, not a detective.” He points at Malik. “Selene, if you haven’t already realized, I kind of like the darkness.”

Wonderful. “I need some time to figure out all this bullshit. We’ll see each other Monday and you can save me from Harley.” Dante’s expression softens and I know I can’t deal with whatever apology he’s about to spin. It also doesn’t matter. “I’m not mad, Dante. I just don’t know how to feel. You said you were dreaming of this moment, but you weren’t the only one. I’ve wondered every goddamn day how you’d react when you found out I’m the Reaper, but you’ve already known. And I just… it’s like a fantasy that’s supposed to stay there, locked away, but somehow it became reality. It’s a lot to wrap my head around.”

Dante closes the distance between us, dragging me into a passionate kiss, his fingers stringing into my damp hair before letting me go. “Know that I want you, princess and however I can get you, I’ll bask in that opportunity.” His voice deepens, a hint of honey edging his words. “And I’ll still fuck you just as hard as you need me to, regardless of where this leaves us.”

He chuckles as he kisses me again, Malik stealing me for one of his own. It’s a lot more tender than anything that happened last night, the both of them leaving me in a silence I don’t know what to do with.

“Coffee, Selene. We need coffee,” I tell myself, throwing myself into the task of running the coffee pot until I have a steaming pot of mud in my hands. By the time I get back to my bedroom to hide from the world, I’m once again interrupted by my mysterious caller.

You look freshly fucked. I will admit that they make a good team.

Fucking hell.

You watching me is fucking creepy.

Even Malik asks for permission. I reach up and caress my tit, running my finger over the bandaged cut beneath my shirt. I really shouldn’t have liked that as much as I did.

I think you kind of get off on it, Doe. Don’t bullshit me.

Heat creeps up the back of my neck as I remember last night and then again this morning. The thrill of being exposed was like a hit of a drug that I’m now craving.

Do you need something?

I chew on my bottom lip, parking my ass on the edge of the bed before typing another reply.

I feel like I should be giving you a time limit or something on your next move.

You could, but I wouldn’t follow it. I’m the cat, remember?

Now, go check your mailbox. I left something for you.

What is it?

It would ruin the surprise. Be a good girl and go get it. I’m sure you’ll love it. Have a great Saturday.

God, this man gets on my nerves. I stalk toward my front door and yank it open, leaning out to rustle through the little box hanging on the wall, my hand closing around something hard, rough. It’s a rock with a single “A” carved into it. I turn it over, frowning because it’s nothing special.

I can’t get back to my room fast enough to text him.

What the fuck is this for?

I’m hurt that you don’t remember.

I call him but it goes straight to voicemail. Figures that the man fucking me over would be playing on his rules, not mine. The problem is that I don’t like his brand of crazy. Malik is unpredictable but fun. This guy has rules I don’t understand and does things that don’t make sense.

Because every serial killer dreams of getting a rock from their mysterious stalker.

Not.