Page 22 of Mutual Prey

The minute we’re outside, he pushes me against the wall, hiking up my skirt again, only this time, it’s to smack a palm against my pussy.

“It’s a shame I’m gonna have to kill you soon,” he groans, pressing his stiffness to my stomach. “I’m having so much fun playing with you.”

People are staring at us,I want to say. But I bite down on the retort, and instead, slowly rock my hips against him, moaning in his ear when his hand dips under my panties and strokes my wetness.

Two can play at this game.

“I also like toying with my prey,” I breathe. “Daddy.”

“Fuck, Cass.” He unzips his pants, his cock pushing easily into my soaking wet pussy. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this moment for the past five years. Fucking you hard in every hole until you’re a crying mess. Punishing you until you beg for mercy. But the only mercy you’ll get is a gun in your mouth. You’ll suck on it until I shoot you with it. I can’t wait to see your grey matter splatter against the wall behind you. The only thing I can’t decide is… do I get all my fucking out before, or will I enjoy fucking your corpse too?”

As he speaks, he drives hard into me, his every thrust leaving me breathless. My pussy milks him greedily, his words sending fire to my core. I guess that makes me messed up, but I’ve known that for a while, haven’t I?

He grabs my legs, lifting them so his cock hits me at a new, deeper angle, and I whimper. I wrap my legs around him, and he fucks into me harder, his hands gripping my very sore ass.

“The only problem,” he grunts, while my pussy twitches and spasms around him, and an orgasm rolls through me, “is that if I get all my fucking out before… well, you’re just never gonna die, are you? Because I don’t think I can ever get all the fucking out of my system. Which is too bad, because you’d make… sucha pretty… dead… girl…” His last words are punctuated by short, hard thrusts that make me whimper. Then, with a groan, he pulls out, pushes me down on the ground, and his cum falls all over my face.

I’m far past caring about the dozens of students who’ve gathered and are staring at us. Maybe some part of me never did.

He swipes at the cum on my face, dragging it to my lips. “Suck, baby.”

I suck each of his fingers off as he pumps them into my mouth, mimicking the movement of his cock in my pussy. When he gets to his thumb, he leaves it in, patting my head while I suck.

“That’s my good girl,” he croons. “Maybe I’ll buy you a pacifier. You sure like to suck, huh?”

“I do,” I smile, after he’s finally freed my mouth of his thumb. “I’ve heard corpses often have hard-ons. Maybe I’d like to dabble in a bit of necrophilia, too.

“Hmm.” I can tell my reactions—or lack thereof—are annoying him, but he merely pats my head again and helps me stand up. “You don’t have a date tonight, do you?”

“Huh?”

“To the masked ball.”

“Uhm… no, I guess not.”

“That’s what I thought. Just wanted to make sure I didn’t have another fucker to kill. I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“You’ll… what?” No matter how determined I am to come off as unbothered, he has a way of taking me by surprise. “What the hell do you mean, you’re picking me up? As in, adate? What decade are we in again, the 1950s?”

“Careful, baby,” he murmurs, pulling up my panties and snapping them against my sore cheeks. “I don’t have a lot of patience with brattiness.”

“Well,” I smile sweetly, slipping my arms around him andkissing his lips. “Lucky for you, I have a lot of patience with my victims. Sure, Finn, you can be my date. But wouldn’t it be a whole lot more fun if we had to find each other?”

“Uh… what?” For the first time, he looks unsettled, his arms hanging limply by his side as I hug him and go in for another kiss.

“Wouldn’t it be fun if you had to find me in the crowd? Maybe we could kill each other tonight, Finn. A masked ball makes the perfect place for a murder, doesn’t it?”

“It… does. What are you doing, Cass?”

This time, as I press my lips to his, I slip a tongue through his teeth, swirling it around in his mouth. “I’m kissing you,Daddy,” I mumble against his mouth. “Can’t you tell?”

“Cass…” His own arms tighten around me, and he pulls me into a real embrace, his mouth devouring mine. “Fuck, you taste good.”

I’d been kissing him because I could tell it messed with his brain, but now I’m the one who comes undone as his tongue hooks itself around mine. I pull away abruptly.

It shouldn’t feel so good to kiss the person I’m planning to kill… should it?

“Yeah,” he breathes, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Tonight’s gonna be fun. Can’t wait to see you run.”