Page 39 of Mutual Prey

“Says the guy who emptied his Glock out in the wall!”

He pauses. “Yeah, well, maybe I didn’treallywant to kill you back then either. I know you’ve always had a crush on me.”

“I did not—”

“And it’s the same for me, I guess. The chemicals in my brain were shouting at me to kill you, but every single other cell in me was resisting. It wasn’t easy, but I managed it. Not such a loser after all, huh?”

“Yeah, well, Iwouldhave killed you. Without a second of hesitation. I had you dangling in that trap!”

“You are the cutest chatterbox of a killer I’ve ever seen,” he says, smacking me on my ass cheek again. “You spend far too much time talking, far too little time killing. I could have pulled you to me at any time and forced you to give up that knife.”

“You werepleadingwith me to let you go,” I snap.

“Yep. I’ve seen the effect pleading has on you. Remember that lap dance, baby?”

“No, I don’t! I was drunk! Stop—ooooh.”

He’s done it now. Pushed two fingers in my pussy, and my brain is officially broken.

“Stop lying, baby. I already told you, Iknowyou haven’t hada drink in your life.”

I don’t bother to deny it, snuggling against his pine-scented chest as his fingers thrust into me, bringing me to another orgasm that has me shuddering in his grasp.

“You need to give me a break, Finn…” I whine.

“I can’t, baby. I told you. It’s either this or I kill you. And this is a whole lot more fun than killing you, isn’t it?”

I don’t deny that either, only moaning when he stretches open my thighs and buries his face between them.

“Oh my gosh…” I practically sob with overstimulation as he licks a wet stripe up my pussy, then pulls on my clit and sucks it in. “What about the… the other names…”

His tongue drives into me, making me see stars. “We’re going to have to rebuild that list. There are a whole lot of names, but we have to find them. It could take years. Years to make that list, years to cross off each name. Maybe you could kill one guy every year. And the rest of the time, you’d spend in bed with me. Or against the kitchen counter. Or in the shower. Or on a park bench. I’m not particular, baby. Don’t you think that would be enough to take the edge off?”

I don’t answer, because I can’t bear to admit that… yes. Yes, it might just be enough. Instead, I force out between moans, “What about… Mr… Mr. Campbell?”

“He didn’t have anything to do with your mom’s death,” says Finn, his voice making my folds vibrate. He takes a pause from his hard sucking of my clit to take a breath. “He’s running trials with your mother’s drugs, but he doesn’t know the truth about Devil stealing your invention. Killing his son is probably good enough revenge for that. However, heisresponsible for your Daddy dying. He literally gave the order, because he believed your Daddy was the Dark Devil—the serial killer who used to go around murdering people. And he knew your Daddy had a reason to kill all those guys. I told you, that list is his, not yours.Do you want to avenge your Daddy’s death?”

I barely hear him, the blood crashing to my ears as yet another orgasm rolls through me. Hell, heisgoing to kill me if this continues. But maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad way to die.

“I… guess.”

It took four orgasms, but I’ve at last accepted it. Finn is right. Daddy was a liar who used me, and who would have killed me once I’d finished off his list. “I do want to avenge him. Not because of anything other than… I think it would help me to move on.”

“Yeah, I think so too.” Finn pinches my overstimulated clit, and I cry out. “I think avenging your old Daddy’s death would help you to fully embrace your new one.”

I’m far too spent to bother objecting.

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“Alright, baby. He’s honestly not worth all of this, but I think you’re right. It’ll be fun.”

I decided I wanted to carry out my very last murder—until next year, that is—in style. I chose a moment when I knew Mr. Campbell would be home alone. Wearing the masks from our party, Finn and I pause at the front door, holding our AK-47s at the ready.

It’s not my usual style with the masking tape, saran wrap and injection routine. But those were Daddy’s rules. For the first time, now, I’m following my own.

Besides, if I start killing with Finn instead of solo, I’ll need to switch up the aesthetic.

“Maybe they’ll change the name,” he muses. “It won’t be theDark Devil anymore. They could call us… Big Cat and Little Cat.”