Razing Grace: Razing Grace Part 1 (25 page)

“Ahhh,” I chuckle, walking towards him. “He gets it.”

“You can’t do this to me,” David whispers. “I bring in the pure girls. No one else has that pull!”

Throwing my head back, I chuckle. “You think you’re irreplaceable, David? You’re very fucking mistaken.” I stop an inch away from him, my eyes searching his. Grinning, I flick my finger up. “Put him up. I want his back facing me.”

“Back facing you?” Miles asks.

“Did I stutter? Yes, back to me.”

With a round of howling and dark laughter, the boys work with each other to get David up onto the crucifix and undress him.

“How much time, Miles?”

Miles looks down to his timer. “Fifteen. Can you swing it?”

I pause, looking at him. “Don’t ask me that.”

Gripping onto my shirt, I pull it over my head and drop it beside my AK. Collecting the knives, I walk towards the cross and Miles’ hand comes up to my shoulder. “I want in, Raze. I care about her too.”

Shoving two knives at him, I nudge my head at David. “Go at it.”

Miles’ face goes from eager to downright hungry in a split second and he pats my shoulder before climbing up the ladder. Both Viking and Joker are balancing on the tables beside the cross, holding up his body by his arms.

I crank my neck again and place my earbuds into my ears, pushing play on Marilyn Manson’s “The Nobodies” just as Miles launches the first knife into David’s left hand, drowning out the bloodcurdling screams. Walking back to the cross, the air prickles over my bare chest and adrenaline ripples through me in fucking tsunami-sized waves. Miles drops down to David’s feet and lodges another blade deep into the back of them, pinning them both to the wooden crucifix. David’s head tilts back, his face, from what I can see, is turning purple and the veins in his neck popping to the surface. That must have been some mighty scream.

Flicking my military knife around my fingers, I step up the ladder as Miles turns to me, tapping his timer. 12:15 minutes remaining. He walks down and I take his place, running my eyes past the bloody holes in the back of his feet, up past his boxer briefs and up past his bare back before eventually landing on the back of his head. The muscles in his outstretched arms tense and his head flies back again. I chuckle and both Joker and Viking stare at me suspiciously from the sides.

Joker watches me, and I see the exact moment he has finally figured out what I’m going to do. He pulls his mask off so I can see his face and mouths “Really?” with pure excitement shooting out of his eyes.

I nudge my head and he jumps from his spot, pulling his mask back down. Bringing my attention back to David, I bring the tip of the blade to the back of his neck and let it sink into his fatty flesh slowly, the pulling of his skin vibrating over my blade. His head tilts back again, so I push the blade in deeper until I feel the tip hit the bone I was aiming for. Running my tongue over my lips, I grin before slowly slashing the blade down his back. Each slit has more blood running out, over my mask and over my bare chest. I can see Joker bouncing beside me and Viking shaking his head. Chancing a glance to the floor under the ladder, Miles is kneeling under it, his arms stretched wide, his chest jiggling in his laughter as blood pours down over him.

Very fucking theatrical, alright.

Grinning, I come back to my task at hand and in one soft movement, I rip the blade down the rest of his back and step back slightly to watch his skin peel away from each other like white fillets before more blood seeps through. Knowing I’m strapped for time, my hands launch inside the fresh wound, blood seeping all over my skin, bone and tissue skimming over the palms of my hands. Gripping onto each side of the cut, I widen my elbows and slowly stretch the cut open, inch by inch, the ripping of his flesh being torn away from his ribs as bone reverberates over the palms of my hand. I watch as the inside of his back is unfolding, literally, in front of us.

Pressing his skin out of my way, I nudge my head at Joker and Viking. “Cut it off.” Then I look back to the inside of his back. This is my favorite part. David’s body is stock still, possibly dead, but probably not. Not yet, anyway. I grip onto the back of his spine, the heavy bone grating over my rough hands. Pulling out my knife again, I bring it to his spine and tug on the bone until every single inch of his spine and rib cage is turned inside out and hanging out of his body.

Ripping the earbuds out of my ears, I look down to Miles. “We gotta bounce, boss.”

I nod. “Yeah, we’re done here.”

Collecting up all our shit, we walk out the way we came with my heart pounding against my chest. I look over my shoulder just as we hit the exit to see the catastrophe. Whoever finds him won’t be able to recognize that as a body at first. I chuckle, walking out the door and kicking it closed. I’m still tweaking though; I need more. That was a mere taste and hasn’t fully satisfied my appetite.

MILLIE

It was four a.m. when I heard the heavy footsteps track down the hallway. I pop my eyes open, sucking in heavy breaths. My bedroom door cracks open slightly and I stiffen. The strong smell of metallic takes over my small bedroom and my gut slowly begins to churn because I know that smell. Footsteps walk towards my bed while I keep my eyes trained on the shadow the light from the hallway has let into my room. I can almost feel his breathing across my back so when he opens his mouth, I’m not all that surprised by his proximity.

“Pet?” His voice is low and husky.

“Yeah?” I answer, swallowing past the inch of fear that had wiggled under my skin. What Miles had said earlier plays on my brain a lot since they’ve been gone.

“I need you right now.”

I pause, my stomach fluttering from those simple words leaving him.

“I’m here, Raze.” The bed sinks down and I fling the blankets off. “Come here.”

He pauses. “No… I need you. This… this is for me.”

I swallow, unsure what those words mean. “Okay, well, I’m all yours.”

His deep chuckles hit me right in the gut and before I can think about what I had just said, his hands grip around my thighs as he pulls me across the bed until my legs are hanging over the edge. He inches between them, tearing off my underwear, his face diving between my thighs. My back arches when his hot, needy mouth covers my clit and I let out a deep groan that isn’t attractive, not even a little bit. It is a hungry growl. He props my ass up and widens my legs until they’re pressing down on either side of my stomach. He dives back down and assaults my clit with his tongue. His finger dives inside of me as his mouth kisses, sucks, and licks all over my clit. Slowly, he runs his tongue across to my inner thigh and bites down on it roughly. My eyes snap open in shock. It hurt a little, but it turned me on more. The pulsing pain from his bite begins to throb over my clit and I rock my hips into his feasting mouth. He growls a deep, predatorial growl that shakes the flesh on my thighs before slowly grazing his teeth over my clit. My breathing stops for a few seconds. He better fucking not…

He does. Biting down on it with a pressured but well-controlled snap before his skilled tongue slides over my pulsing nub, wanting more, needing more, starving like a dried out crack whore, she needs Raze and all his over-the-top domineering shit. I bring my hand to his chest and that’s when I feel how soaked it is.

I know it isn’t raining, and I know the smell of blood. He just killed someone. Something deep inside of me roars to life and my heart pounds against my chest. This killer, not just any killer, the fricking killer, is eating the shit out of my clit. It brings me a sick kind of pleasure to know that I can, quite literally, bring this beast to his knees. His tongue dives inside of me and the walls inside of my pussy tighten around the invasion just as fireworks explode behind my eyes and hot sweat oozes out of my pores.

Standing, he rips off his belt buckle and pulls down his jeans before crawling over my body onto the bed. “I fucking need you, baby. You and only you.” He drops himself in-between my thighs and I bring my nose to his chiseled jaw.

“Then take me, Raze. I’m yours.”

With a hiss escaping his lips, he pushes inside of me slowly. I hook my hand around the back of his neck and keep my eyes on his. Even though it’s dark in here, there’s some light that’s cracking out from the hallway so I can see the outline of his features and eyes. His eyes remain locked on mine as he slowly pulls out, my pussy clinging to his departure and he groans again. Shit, the way he’s looking at me and the pace he’s taking this, it’s making my stomach flip and my insides flutter. Raze doesn’t do deep sex; he fucks and he fucks hard. But this is different and new. His skin slaps against mine as our sweat and moans mix together. Circling his dick inside of me, his pelvic bone rubs across my clit in slippery movements and I latch my legs around his waist.

His lips drop down to mine as he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth slowly. He kisses me and doesn’t stop. Every deep penetrating pound of his dick entering me is matched with him licking and sucking on my tongue. My breathing picks up and I squeeze my arms around the back of his neck, my kissing becoming needier as my core tightens and my pussy clenches around his cock. He groans deep into my mouth, his hips circling into me, the head of his cock rubbing over my G-spot and his pelvic bone smashing against my clit.

It is all too much, but he doesn’t stop. His kisses become more intense, and I tilt my head to the side to give him even more access, letting his tongue take what’s his. Every single inch of me is owned my Raze in this very moment.

“Take it, baby,” he whispers into my mouth, slowing his grind but pushing in deeper.

I let out a loud scream just as my orgasm rips through me, shaking me to my bones, and he picks up the pace, slamming into me in feral speeds until his body jerks his release inside of me and his kisses stop, his face falling to the crook of my neck.

We remain there, our hearts beating together in unison. I tap him. “Raze? I’m getting squashed.”

He pushes himself up from me and drops down beside me. I can see the blood all over our sheets and all over both our bodies through the shadows of the room, but I ignore it. He pulls me under his arms where I mold into him like a tiny mouse would an elephant. “Sleep, baby.”

The next morning, I stretch out my arms and find the spot empty where Raze was.

Sitting up, I clutch the sheet around my chest and swing my legs off the bed. Noticing all the blood on the sheets, I let them go and pull on my loose shirt that I wear to bed. The bedroom door creaks open and Miles stands there with a coffee and a pained smile.

“Hi!” I rake my fingers through my hair to push it out of my face, ignoring the dried knots that are tousled in it and knowing it’s blood.

He steps forward and hands me the coffee. “Hey.” His smile is strained and his eyes look tired. “Holy shit, you have dried blood all over you and…” He lifts the sheet. “Dude, that’s next level right there, damn.” He readjusts his crotch. “That’s fucking hot.”

“Miles!” I snap and he looks back at me.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You okay?” I ask, blowing on my coffee.

“Yeah, sit down. I need to talk to you about something before you walk out of this room.”

I take a seat back down on the bed and draw my knees up, blowing on my coffee. “What’s going on?”

He stares straight ahead for a few silent minutes. I’m about to say how he’s freaking me out a little when his hoarse whisper leaves him. “You know Raze has never been like this with anyone, right?”

I look to the side before looking back into Miles’ eyes. “Okay… but no, I didn’t.”

“Don’t play dumb, Millie. Raze didn’t get his name, the executioner, for being a lady’s man. Actually, he has never brought in a girl who doesn’t have a purpose. He’s not a little boy that runs around holding his dick out to any girl that will take it.” Miles pauses and grins. “That’s what I do.”

“Miles? Get to it.”

“Did he tell you about Cassia?”

“Yes,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

He watches me closely before turning around to face me. “I think you’re the only girl who can handle Raze. I think that scares the fucking shit out of him, and I think that’s why he’s in the room with Cassia right now.”

“Wait, what?” My heart begins to beat erratically. “What do you mean?” I stand from the bed. Why would he be with Cassia? I thought we shared something deeper last night and besides that, we had a deal. I bolt to the closet and pull on some skinny jeans and a tight tank which rides up my belly.