Page 32 of Wicked Riddles & Bitter Heartbeats (Till Death Do Us Part #1)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Atticus

My mind has been clearer than ever over the last week, ever since Violet left. I hadn’t realized how much that situation was bogging me down, and after speaking with Lilah about it, I realize it’s because I missed her. I was worried about her. And I needed to know she was okay.

So, I guess I really do have a soul… somewhere deep down in there. Or maybe my theory about Lilah holding onto it really is true, because I’ve only felt all this since finding her.

Now’s not the time for the mushy stuff though. I’m busy.

I bring the knife down, stabbing it into Albert’s chest, then using all my might to drag the knife downward, cutting him open from chest to groin.

He’s long stopped screaming, ever since Lilah removed his eyeballs from his skull.

I’m afraid she’s obsessed and will want to do this even after this plan is done.

I have no issues with the killing part, but the more we do it, the riskier it is.

Especially after doing this to gain my brother’s attention—my cop brother.

Scooping out eyeballs isn’t a common enough thing.

The cops will look into it because they can’t write it off as another drug deal gone bad.

It’s not like I will ever stop killing; it’s a part of who I am. And I once heard a saying about doing the things you love with the people you love.

That’s Lilah.

But back to Albert.

He’s the final kill. After this, I can call my brother—who is the final piece to this lovely, murderous puzzle.

The murders have been on the news, due to the gruesome details and because of what Violet did.

There are a lot of murders in Boston, but not serial killers.

Not home invasions and brutal murders without robbery.

Though the Boston Phantom has been around for a while, everything lately is different.

It’s a different MO, and different people—according to police.

I laugh at how dumb they are, because no, not all of it is from different people.

“Guess what, Kitten?” I say as I roll Albert’s body off the side of the bed.

He lands on the floor with a heavy thud, allowing the blood to seep out of his body faster, thanks to gravity.

There isn’t really a reason to do it, other than to make more of a mess and confuse crime scene techs.

Why did I do this? They’ll ask themselves that and have no answer. Because the answer is: because I can.

I’ve woven a beautiful ending to this story, and after sleeping on my thoughts for a few nights, I’ve decided Lilah and I are leaving too.

Out of the country. Now that things feel finished, and I’m sure they will feel even more so after speaking with my brother, I don’t need to stay here.

I can sell my house, all the cars, pull the money from the bank, and move far away with my kitten.

We can go to some place with sunshine and beaches.

To be honest, I wouldn’t care if we were in a cabin on top of the mountain.

I’ll settle anywhere that makes my kitten happy.

Of course, a place where I am less likely to be caught while indulging in my extra curricular activities will be a bonus, but we can talk about that later.

I haven’t told her yet, but when this is all done, it’s going to be the first thing I do.

“Atty,” Lilah says softly from behind me. I turn to face her, recognizing that look in her eyes.

“Yes, Kitten?” I ask, my chest heaving and sweat dripping from my brow.

Albert is not a small man.

Lilah walks to me with a sweet smile on her face. I know better than to think it’s actually sweet though. There is no fooling me. She’s up to something.

Biting on her bottom lip, she looks up at me, blinking slowly.

“You look really hot right now,” she says.

I can’t help but smirk.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm.” She nods, reaching for the button on my pants. I raise a brow, but don’t stop her. She holds my gaze as she gets to her knees, frees my dick, and licks around the crown. I groan, my hand tightening on the knife that’s still in my hand.

She takes me to the back of her throat, making me dizzy with how good it feels. She knows just the right way to move her tongue, just the amount of pressure to drive me in-fucking-sane. I find the back of her head, pushing her deeper, loving how she lets me test her boundaries.

The light glints off the silver on the knife, the small inch that isn’t covered in blood. I bring it to Lilah’s throat, pressing lightly. She doesn’t stop what she’s doing. If anything, she goes harder.

“Don’t stop,” I tell her.

Her small hand comes up to cup my balls, massaging them gently. Her eyes fall closed and she keeps bobbing on my dick, moaning as if it’s the best treat. Seeing her like this, with the knife at her throat and my dick in her mouth, it’s hot as fuck.

“Fuck, Kitten,” I groan. “So sexy.”

She hums, sending little vibrations around my dick and making it impossible to hold off any longer. I don’t warn her when I come, but it’s like she already knows. She doesn’t waste a drop, even licks her lips when she pulls off.

I tug on her hair, causing her to yelp, but she gets to her feet. I shove her back until she slams against the wall. My hand is on her throat, her eyes burning into mine. I bet she’s fucking soaked.

I slip the knife into the waistband of her leggings, sliding downward to cut through the crotch, then turn the blade to slice them in half. The smallest whimper escapes her, and I drop to my knees, using my fingers to pull her leggings down the rest of the way.

“Just as I suspected.”

I lean in, needing a taste of her sweet pussy. She arches into me, moaning out her approval. Her nails dig into my forearm, my hand still firmly around her throat.

“Spread your legs wider, Kitten.”

I flip the knife as she does what I say, spreading them as wide as the leggings that are still around her ankles will allow. I lean in for another taste, kissing her clit, then I slide the hilt of the knife inside her.

“Atty—” Her voice is choked, raspy, and so fucking sexy as I fuck her with the hilt of the knife I just used to kill a man.

My gaze stays on her pussy and the way it swallows the end of the knife, coming out glistening and creamy.

I pull it out of her, then make a show of licking it clean.

Her lips are parted, and she looks like she’s about to cry, but I know it’s only excitement and pleasure.

When I shove the knife inside her again, I flick my tongue along her clit and smile when she shatters, gushing all over my hand.

I stand, leaning in to kiss her so she can taste herself.

“Such a good little kitten you are,” I whisper. “Now let’s go home.”