Page 5 of Until Death Parts Us (Dysfunctional)

CHAPTER FIVE

QUIN

It takes longer than Kaspian likes, but we eventually get Anna wrapped up and any mess cleaned up before driving her RV toward the area where he and Robert last were.

They had come across a strip of land that jutted out into the frozen lake, and that’s where we find his body. He’s face down with blood soaked into the snow beneath him.

“Neck?” I ask.

“Yeah. From behind.”

“Let’s get some blankets and wrap him up and put him in there with her.”

“How’d he let it slip?” I ask as we work to lift his body onto the dark sheet.

“He said Anna would love it out here. When I questioned who he was talking about, he made up a sister. He really wasn’t a good liar.

” His body lands with a thud, and we begin rolling him up.

“Then he kept looking at me as he was texting. I knew something was up, but I played it off. I was like, you should take a picture for your sister . And he was like, no, it’s okay.

You ready to lift?” he asks me, taking a break in his story.

“Yeah.”

We heave the body up and walk toward the RV, and he continues talking.

“I was like, give me your phone. I’ll take one of you with this in the background.

He was reluctant, but you know, I’m persistent.

I basically snatched the phone and turned it to the side like I was taking a picture.

While I’m saying shit like, ‘Oh that was blurry. You blinked.’ I was actually just looking at his texts.

She mentioned going to the RV with you, which obviously pissed me off immediately, because why?

Then I scrolled up more and saw an exchange from yesterday where they were talking about leaving later today so they’d have to find a way into our RV before then.

He started coming toward me, so I stopped reading and turned off the phone, but I had seen enough.

Watch your step,” he says, warning me about a stump poking out of the snow.

We carry him inside the RV and drop him next to Anna, both of us breathing heavily.

“So anyway, he takes his phone and turns around, so I pull the knife from the side of my backpack and run it across his throat. He had barely collapsed before I had dropped my shit and started running back. I didn’t know what to expect to find in our RV.”

“You thought she’d try to hurt me?” I question with a wry grin.

“Well, I wasn’t thinking straight, Quintin. You invited some girl into our RV while I was out, then I find out these two”—he gestures to their bodies—“were in cahoots, planning who knows what, and I was pissed.”

I chuckle. “Cahoots. People still use that word?”

“Anyway. What’s the plan now?”

“We’ll drive this off the path, deep into the wilderness, and hope it’s a long time before anyone comes across it.”

“Leave the door open. Animals will find their way in.”

I get behind the wheel to start driving. “See if they have any bleach or anything. Start wiping door handles and the cabinets. I touched those. We’ll wipe down the wheel before we leave and just splash it everywhere we can.”

It takes forever, but we eventually get the RV to a spot where we can no longer drive forward. We destroy as much evidence as possible, leave the door open, and fill Kaspian’s backpack with any supplies we can take for our long hike back.

“I can’t believe they were gonna try to steal from us,” Kaspian says as we follow the tire tracks back.

We’re quiet for a bit before we start laughing.

***

Finally back in our camper, we both strip out of our clothes and take a shower. We don’t get a long time to enjoy the hot water, considering our water heater tank is only six gallons, but I at least get the blood and sweat off my skin.

“Now I’m fucking exhausted,” Kaspian says, strolling out toward our bed wearing only a towel.

“Too exhausted for me to fuck you?” I question, looking him up and down. “You can just lie there and let me do things to you.”

He grins. “Mm. That sounds fun. What sort of things?”

“The kind that turn you into a needy slut and have you begging for my cock.” His teeth sink into his lip and he removes the towel. “The kind that make you bleed.”

His body stills momentarily, but then he crawls onto the bed. “Okay.”

“Come see how hard my cock is just from looking at you. Just from thinking about what I want to do to you.”

He reaches inside my sweats and strokes my length. “Mmm.”

“Only for you. I told you that. Now get on your back.”

I straddle him and then lean forward and grab the knife from under the pillow—the knife I only use on him.

His eyes fill with lust as he watches me.

I know Kaspian gets jealous. It doesn't matter how many times I tell him I only want him. It doesn’t matter that he knows we are meant for each other and no one else.

And it doesn't matter if the person he’s jealous of is someone I’ve killed.

There’s something in his brain that tells him he’s not enough for me, so I have to prove to him that he’s all I need.

I bring the tip of my knife to his chest, gently dragging it across his collarbone before diverting to one nipple and then visiting the other.

He sucks in a breath, watching my face closely as I tease him. And myself.

His hands grab onto my hips, his long fingers dipping into the waistband of my sweats. “Take these off. I want to see how hard you get.”

I shift to the side, removing the garment before saying, “Get? I’m already hard.”

Kaspian bites his bottom lip as he reaches out to stroke me.

I get back on top of him, my eyes scanning my canvas.

His body has plenty of tattoos—ones I always avoid, but he also has several scars.

I gently rub my fingers over the one given to him by Willow when we were in Vermont, and then I lean down and plant a kiss on it, grateful he’s still with me.

His fingers run through my hair, and then I straighten up and bring the blade to his pec, right along the curve under his nipple. My eyes flicker to his before I press the tip into his flesh. He sucks in a breath, a groan in his throat.

I watch the blood emerge as I drag the blade another two inches.

“Fuck,” he curses through clenched teeth as he closes his eyes.

I put the knife down and press my fingers against the cut. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.” I grab his chin with my other hand and force him to look at me. “You know that, right?”

His tongue wets his lips as he dips his chin. “Sometimes I feel like you deserve more.”

I press deeper into the cut, coating my fingertips with the crimson liquid, and then I write mine across his stomach in his blood.

“How could anyone compete with you? You set the bar out of reach.” Our eyes connect for several seconds, and his lips begin to curve into a smile. “Look at what you do to me.”

Kaspian’s gaze drops to my cock, rock hard and pointing right at him, a drop of pre-cum on the tip.

His hand comes forward, fingertip wiping the liquid before he puts it in his mouth. “I want you inside me.” I lean over to the small table in the corner and grab the lube. “I already did some prep in the shower,” he says with a grin.

“Good boy.”

He smirks.

I pour the lube onto my clean hand and then slide two fingers inside him, my eyes scanning the word mine on his stomach.

My cock throbs in anticipation as I study his body.

“You want me so bad,” Kaspian teases.

“Oh, you know that now, do you?” I ask, slipping another finger inside.

He moans. “Okay, so I’m jealous. That’s not new information.”

I lean over him, fucking him with my fingers. “I like you jealous.”

“Don’t test my limits,” he says, kissing my jaw. “You know I’m capable of snapping.”

“Oh?” I bite his earlobe. “Are you saying you’d kill me?”

He groans in my ear as I spread my fingers apart inside him. “I thought you said I couldn’t kill you.”

I chuckle. “You can’t.” Leaning back, I remove my fingers and coat my cock with the lube, staring down at him. “Simply because you couldn’t live without me.”

“A good ole murder-suicide sounds like a plan.”

My lips curl into a grin. “You’re sick.”

“Admit you’d do the same.” He sucks in a breath when I begin sliding my cock inside him. “Tell me you’d kill yourself if you couldn’t be with me.”

“Kaspian,” I say, spreading his legs apart as I push in. “I’d never kill you, and if someone else did, I wouldn’t kill myself.”

He watches me, lust in his features as my dick goes deeper, but a slight hint of annoyance at my response. “So, you could live without me.”

“I wouldn’t kill myself, because I would have to destroy the person who took you from me, and anyone who made it possible.

” I thrust. “His mother for bringing him into the world.” Another thrust. “His father for raising a dumbass. And anyone who tries to stop me.” I pull back. “Now shut up and let me fuck you.”

I brace myself on either side of him, my hips rocking as he drags his fingernails down my back.

“You feel so good,” he moans. “God, I love the way you fuck me.”

“I love the way you take me. Such a needy fucking slut.”

He cries out when I thrust deep. “Yes. So fucking needy.”

“Turn over,” I say, pulling out. “Let me see that ass.”

Quickly, he gets on his knees, positioning his ass in the air as his face rests on the pillow.

I spread his cheeks and spit into his hole before pushing inside again. My fingers grip his waist as I pummel into him, and he grunts into the pillow, his fists clenching the same soft material.

His body raises slightly, just enough to get a hand underneath him so he can stroke himself.

“Fuck. So good. Yes. Give it to me,” he says through heavy pants.

“You like when I stretch your tight hole, don’t you?”

“Yes!” he shouts, his hand moving fast underneath him.

“You want my cum?”

“I fucking want it so bad. Fill me up.”

“Goddamn,” I moan. “So perfect.”

I move faster, deeper, harder. I fuck him like it’s the last time I’ll ever do it. Like I need the memory to last a lifetime.

“Fuck, Kaspian,” I groan. “Baby.”

“Ah! I’m gonna come.”

His back bows, and my orgasm hits. “Oh, god.”

Our noises are both filled with ecstasy and exhaustion. We yell out, moaning and groaning through our pleasure while sucking in lungfuls of air and panting like dogs.

I pull out and watch my cum drip from his hole before his body gives out and he collapses onto the mattress.

With a smack on his ass, I fall next to him, my body slick with sweat. “I can’t get enough of you, Kaspian.”

He lazily turns his head to face me, a grin on his lips. “Good.”