Page 108 of Beautiful Chaos
“I need every part of you,” I gasp. “Light and dark. Give me all of it. Never hold back.”
“I won’t. I won’t hold back.” He kisses my cheek. “I’ll never hurt you. But I’ll give you everything.”
“Even when you want to?” I ask, pressing my cock against his. “Even when you want to see the life drain out of my eyes?”
“Everything.”
I huff out a laugh, kiss his forehead.
“What?” he asks, sucking on my neck.
God, I’m so fucked in the head.
“I was just thinking.” I inhale a ragged breath. Exhale. “You like being edged, both with sex and murder.”
He pulls back, thoughtful. “Would you be willing to edge me in that way? Like…if you knew I’d hafta find someone to murder after?”
“You mean, would I be willing to drive you to that edge and send you out into the world, ready to kill some bad guy you’ve got on a list?”
His eyes blacken.
“Do you have someone on your list now? Maybe someone in the dungeon?”
He slowly dips his chin. “He’s a really bad man.”
I reach for his throat and his spent, overused cock at thesame time, squeezing both so tightly that his lips part, searching for oxygen.
“Then go get him, baby.”
25
SILAS
I return a few hours later,still sore from Oakley’s lovemaking and satisfied with the smell of copper fresh in my nose.
The bad man did not go down easy.
I like it when they struggle, but nothing prepared me for the ecstasy of killing someone after being murder-edged. It’s not a sexual high, but itisa full-body high, one I’ll be chasing from now on.
The condo is pitch black, and Oakley’s in my room, snoring away. I can see just fine in the dark, and I stand at the doorway to my room for a few moments, staring at the love of my life. His massive body is laid out, one arm over his head, one across his belly. Soft and welcoming. I clean up and slip under the covers. He shifts, pulling me into his arms, nuzzling my hair.
“Good kill?” he asks, voice so yummy and deep.
“Best kill of my life.”
Cherry Twist is a sweet horse, and I’m kneeling next to her, holding her hoof.
We breathe together, and it’s the closest thing I’ve had to a spiritual experience. Outside of murder, that is.
The Wild Heart Equine Center barn has always felt holy to me, though calling it a barn is kinda like calling the Sistine Chapel a church. Accurate, but not quite the whole story.
Even as a kid, I recognized that this barn, made of high-quality wood and soaring ceilings with offices that overlook an open paddock, was a special place.
Ant and Erik are off to the side, explaining to Oakley what I’m doing.
The barn door opens, and I hear two sets of footsteps.
“Why is Silas holding that horse’s foot?” Thane whispers, not realizing that sound carries in here.
