Marked (A Dark Serial Killer Romance)
Marked: Chapter 25

“If you go after him, you know his cousin has to retaliate.” Jeff, the voice of reason.

“I have no fight with Jacob. If he wants to try and replace me later, he’s welcome to. I’ve gotten pretty good at hiding.” Leaning back in the recliner, I stretch out my legs. The last few days have been intense. And once Jeff stops trying to play mother hen and gives me the information I need, tonight’s going to be just as bad.

“Okay, you’ve been warned.”

“You think he should get a pass because he’s related to some big mob boss?” It’s an accusation, but Jeff’s never tried warning me off a kill before.

“Fuck no.” He lets out a heavy sigh. “You already have to keep the locals off your back. Even with the help we all give, it’s hard. To add the fucking Mafia to that, it could make your job harder.”

I laugh.

“You’d feel better if I asked Jacob’s permission first? Isn’t that how they do things? Go up their chain and get Daddy to say yes first?” I’ve probably watched too many movies.

“Would you do that?”

“Fuck no.” No laughter now. “I don’t ask permission.”

“Okay. Okay.” There’s tapping on the other end of the line. “I have it.” Another sigh. “It’s nasty, Zack. The shit that’s in this club. It’s horrific.”

“It’s a hardcore BDSM club, right?” I’ve been to plenty of those in my time. My line of work doesn’t really give me time for date nights. A trip to a local club where I can replace someone who wants exactly what I can offer has always served me well.

“No, not really. In those clubs, consent means something. Not here.”

“Is it pay to play?” I pinch the bridge of my nose. Monsters lurk everywhere, and the more I take out, the more I replace.

“Yeah. But you can bring your own girl, they don’t make you purchase one or anything like that. I’m going to send you the location and the passcodes for tonight. It changes twice a night. These codes will work after eight.”

“Any sort of security I need to be worried about?”

“Just the usual bouncer types. The four-digit code gets you into the building, the six-digit code gets you in the elevator. Once you’re in there, you’re fine.”

“Really? It’s that easy?”

“These people are comfortable in their depravity, Zack. They have everyone in their pockets—police, politicians, local and federal. They think they’re bullet proof.”

I grunt.

“Not from me.”

“That’s true.” He laughs.

“How’d you get these codes if they change so often?”

There’s a long pause.

“Jeff.” I push the recliner forward, dropping my feet to the floor. “What.”

“We’ve been watching this place for a while. Like I said, it’s nasty shit in there.” Another pause. “Try to control the urge to take out everyone you see, yes? Deal with your guy. Later, the club will be dealt with.”

“I make no promises, but I’ll do my best.” A clanking from the kitchen draws my attention. Harley’s been in there a while, making lunch. “If anyone touches her, though–”

“That goes without saying.” He cuts me off. “I’ll get those codes sent over within the hour. I’m also going to send you the contact information on Jacob Blackwood. Just in case you decide to reach out.”

“Thanks.” I end the call on my way to the kitchen, freezing at the swinging door when I hear a sniffle.

“What’s wrong?” The door swings back at me once I’m inside, searching for her.

Harley stands at the stove, sucking on her finger.

“I burnt it,” she explains with it still in her mouth.

“Put it under cold water.” I grab her wrist and pull her to the sink, throwing on the cold water tap and running her finger under it. It’s red, but it won’t blister.

While the water does its work, I run my thumb over her cheek, collecting the last tear rolling down.

“Your tears are so sweet,” I say, licking it from my thumb.

She smiles.

“You said the same thing about my blood.”

“It’s true. Everything about you is sweet.” I turn the tap off and take a closer look at the burn. “You’ll live.”

She laughs, and it’s such a freeing sound. It’s been so long since a pretty noise like this eased me. But it’s not just her laugh, or her smile. It’s everything about her.

She touches me and my body tingles. A simple look from her, and my cock gets hard. Just being in the same room with her makes my nerves calm. I breathe better with her around.

“I was making grilled cheese. You want one?” She hurries to the stove and moves the frying pan off the heat. “Good. It didn’t burn.”

“I’m hungry.” I put my hands on her hips, nuzzling into her neck. “But not for grilled cheese.”

“I can make you something else, if you want.” She turns around in my grasp. “Oh.” Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth when she catches my gaze.

“Yeah. Oh.” I pick her up, tucking her legs around my waist, and carry her to the table.

I lay her across the table, not giving a fuck about the floral arrangement that falls to the floor with a clatter.

“I think it broke.” She tries to check on the pottery pieces strewn on the floor.

“Don’t care.” Her jean shorts have a row of buttons instead of a zipper. The style should be outlawed. It takes way too long to get them all undone. Once the torture of the buttons is over, I rip her shorts and panties off, tossing them over my shoulder.

She giggles when I pull up a chair and sit down at the table.

“What are you doing?” She tries to sit up, but one arch of my eyebrow and she lies back down.

“I told you, I am hungry.” Hooking my arms beneath her, I drag her ass to the edge, putting her pretty pussy right in front of me.

The moment my tongue touches her clit, she hisses, and it’s an even prettier sound than her laugh. Biting down on the sensitive bud gifts me with another sound, and a wiggle.

She tastes of heaven coated in chocolate. Her moans mingle with mine as I devour what’s mine. Sinking two fingers into her tight passage has her arching up at me. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flick my tongue across it, while twisting and turning my fingers inside of her.

“Zack.” She fists my hair, pulling.

“Fuck yes, baby, come for me. Give me all your juices.” I bite down on the inside of her thigh, then go back to licking and sucking and biting every part of her until her body tightens. A tremble works through her thighs, and I thrust my fingers harder, adding a third, and curl them just enough to bring her the very edge.

“Fuck!” she screams as her body folds and her pussy squeezes my fingers. She floods my fingers with her release, and I catch every drop of her pleasure on my tongue. Licking her tenderly, and slowly, until her body eases back onto the table and she’s fisting her own hair, catching her breath.

“Such a good girl,” I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, then shove the chair out of the way as I stand.

She looks down the length of her body at me, a sated grin on her lips.

“You didn’t think I was that generous, did you?” I shove my pants down, fisting my cock. Just a little squeeze. Enough to take the edge off my arousal.

“We’ll break the table,” she warns.

I push the head of cock against her entrance.

“Fuck the table.” In one powerful thrust, I’m inside her and the entire world stills.

This.

Right here, being inside her. Having her. Being with her.

It’s all I need.

Evil quiets.

And for this moment, there’s nothing but love.

Gritting my teeth, I drag her closer to me, thrusting harder and harder into her hot, wet pussy. Her ass slaps my thighs as I fuck her, growling at the pleasure of chasing down my release.

She reaches up, touching my face.

“Harder. Please. Harder.”

“Fuck.” I withdraw from her and grab her by the hair. She yelps, but there’s a smile on her lips, and her pupils explode with arousal as I yank her from the table and flip her around.

“Ass out, baby.” I slap her ass as she leans over the table. She pushes her ass up at me, offering herself. The red mark from my hand makes me crave more. I smack her again and again until her cheeks practically glow.

“Fuck yes,” she moans.

Spreading her asscheeks, I push my cock into her pussy. She sucks up every inch. I can barely breathe it’s so beautiful.

Another smack, and I’m fucking her again. The table scrapes against the tiles with each thrust.

Over and over again I spank her, I fuck her, and I crave her.

“Mine!” I yell just as I sink once more into her and my own release steals me away.

“Zack.” Her sweet voice brings me out of the fog I’m lost in.

“Shit. You okay?” She’s pressed into the edge of the table with me lying on top of her.

“I’m fine. But you’re getting a little heavy,” she laughs.

I pull out from her body, immediately missing her as I right my clothes.

“Can you get me a towel?” she asks as she stands upright. My cum drips down the inside of her left thigh.

“No.” I kiss her forehead. “I like it on you like that.” I gather up her shorts and panties, bringing them to her.

“I do too.” She grins while stepping into her shorts.

I look over at the grilled cheese in the pan.

“Eat your lunch, then take a nap. We’re going to have a late night tonight. You’ll need your rest.” I’ll explain about the club later. She needs a good rest, and she won’t get oneif she’s worrying about later.

“Will you nap with me?” She tucks her chin. The woman is as unstable as I am.

“Of course.” I wink.

She’s fucking perfect.