Violent Tendencies

Zander

“God fucking damn! You guys really made a mess!” Darius hoots with laughter, but my eyes widen as I notice Santos and Selene wandering into the room behind Darius, their bodies covered in blood. Selene has Darius’ shirt on, and Santos is only in his pants.

“The fuck happened?” I demand, but Santos winks at me, hooking his arm around Selene’s neck to tug her against him.

“Nothing we couldn’t handle.”

“That’s not what I fucking asked,” I growl, but Darius grins, waving his hands around with enthusiasm.

“These crazy fuckers killed two people and fucked on their dead bodies! I’m a little bit upset that no one thought to call me to join in, but I’ll let that shit slide since Selene’s going to blow me because I said please,” he exclaims, my eyes narrowing on the dress in Selene’s hand.

“Is that your dress? I told you to fucking keep it safe.”

She quirks an eyebrow at me like a brat, holding it out to me.

“I kept it safe. Might need a wash though. Fuck knows what’s on it now,” she replies, heading straight for the fridge to grab a beer. Blaze won’t take his eyes off her the moment he joins us, and the scowl only deepens when Selene sits on Darius’ lap and opens her legs, staring back at Blaze as Darius’ hand wanders down to her swollen cunt. Santos must have really given it to her.

Jealousy surges through me, but I torture myself longer as I watch Darius touch her, his teeth dragging along her neck as she closes her eyes.

Just as he dips a finger inside her, Blaze slams a fist down on the table.

“For fuck’s sake, she’s not crack. How hard is it to leave her the fuck alone?!” He snarls, but Darius’ lip kicks up into a taunting smirk, pushing his finger into her sinful pussy further.

“C’mon, I’ll hold her legs apart while you work out some of that anger, if you want? You really gotta get laid, bro. You’re starting to get wrinkles from all that scowling you do.”

I bite back a chuckle, moving over to them and hauling Selene to her feet.

“Go and shower, then meet back down here so we can talk, alright?”

“We can talk first,” she argues, but I run my fingers through her hair and tug her head back to stare up at me.

“We can’t, because I’m going to fuck you if you don’t go and wash up and put some pants on. Take Santos, he needs a shower too,” I offer, stopping the argument easily.

She grins, crooking her finger at Santos.

“Come on, baby cakes. You and I are going for playtime in the shower.”

I asked for that, honestly.

Why the fuck didn’t I offer to help wash her?

Santos tosses her over his shoulder and carries her up the hallway with a sharp spank on her ass, and Darius follows them with his eyes. He turns to me when they’re out of sight, pouting again. He was just as whipped as that other crazy fucker.

“Can I go too? Please?”

“Since you asked so nicely, I guess…,” I manage to get out before he tears up the hallway as if I’ll change my mind.

“You know we won’t see them for hours now, right?” Blaze snarks, sitting in the chair and snatching the beer Selene left behind, downing it with annoyance. Darius wasn’t kidding, Blaze needs to get laid pronto before he self-combusts with rage.

I shrug, pretending I don’t give a shit but in reality I am craving to join them.

Darius and Santos are on a different kink level than I am, but there is something about Selene that makes me forget all about that shit, because if she has pleasure written all over her face from things they’re doing to her, I’d nearly be down for anything.

Blaze is wrong.

Selene is like fucking crack, and she has the power to turn me into a junkie for life.