Savage Monster (Boys Without Remorse #2)

Chapter 7

seven

Korain

I slowly dragged open my eyes, reaching for Onyx, though I knew he wasn’t there. The spot where he’d been lying was still slightly warm, so he hadn’t been gone long. But the house was eerily silent. Had he left ? Just fucked me and gone on with his night? Left me while some creep was literally murdering people in the state park where I lived?

I thought I was his . I thought he wanted me. Had he just gotten what he truly wanted—which was a piece of my ass—and then dipped?

But he’d carried me to bed. He’d obviously laid with me for a little while. So leaving me didn’t make sense. Where in the hell was he? If he’d truly left, I had a feeling he would’ve taken me with him. He was too…overprotective and possessive of me not to.

I slipped out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats that were draped over the foot of the bed. Padding barefoot into the hallway, I headed for the living room, and a strange man’s voice reached my ears.

“Fuck you,” he snarled.

My heart stopped in my chest, and though I wanted to turn around and flee, I forced my feet to continue moving forward.

I quickly rounded the corner, my heart in my throat, just in time to see Onyx shove his knife into the neck of the man in front of him. The stranger was on his knees, his face twisted into an angry snarl. A chilling smile tilted Onyx’s lips as he shoved the blade into the man’s throat, his eyes lighting up with wicked glee as the man gurgled and choked on his own blood.

My stomach churned, threatening to revolt. There was so much blood. So fucking much .

Onyx slowly laid him back, being careful not to make a lot of noise. I was pretty sure I was going to vomit. Bile rushed up my throat. That gurgling sound made my stomach roil.

He lightly tapped the dying man’s cheek as the life left his eyes, a more pleasant smile pulling at his lips. Onyx going easily from a chilling, cold-blooded monster to a seemingly normal person in the blink of an eye should have freaked me out. But he hadn’t hurt me yet. So…he wouldn’t, right?

“You lost the game, motherfucker,” he taunted, like he just couldn’t help himself. Like he needed to have the last word.

Onyx yanked his blade out of the man’s neck and stood up straight, wiping the blood from the knife onto his jeans. When I looked back at the man and saw him staring up at the ceiling, his blood still trickling onto my floor, his lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling… Well, that was when I puked.

He swung his eyes over to me, blinking for a moment before muttering a curse. I waved him away, backing up from the mess on my floor.

“Don’t,” I choked out.

Onyx stopped, frowning at me, his brows pulled low over his blue eyes. “Are you afraid of me?” When I shook my head, he asked, “How much did you see, Korain?”

“Enough,” I muttered, slumping against the wall behind me. My skin was super clammy, and I felt too hot. “Not afraid. I should be. Just…” I swiped at my forehead, my heart racing too fast. I could feel the throb of my heartbeat in my lower teeth. “Who…” I swallowed, trying to moisten my raw throat. “Who is that?”

“That was the serial killer who murdered that girl and was snooping around your house last night.”

My hands began to tremble. I was having a panic attack. Onyx took a step forward, and when I didn’t tell him to stop again, he erased the distance between us in three big strides and wrapped his hand around my throat, pinning me to the wall. Immediately, my heart rate slowed, and I sighed through my nose, so I wouldn’t blow vomit breath in his face, my eyelids fluttering closed at his possessive, safe touch.

“You were his end-goal, baby. He was getting pissed that you weren’t putting together the pieces. Made him impatient.”

I shivered in disgust and a bit of fear, and when he released me, I stepped into him, not ready to be apart from him. His arms enveloped me when I clung to him.

“I’m so glad you’re my stalker,” I muttered into his bare chest.

He quietly laughed and rested his chin on the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. “I need to make some phone calls. Get my brothers and my dad here, so we can get this cleaned up.”

I blinked up at him, not releasing him yet. Not ready to, honestly. “Your brothers and dad for clean up?” I asked, not understanding. “Why not just call the cops? They’re camped out in cabin nine, remember?”

Onyx grimaced. “It’s…complicated. My dad works for a very wealthy, very dangerous man who can pull strings to make all of this go away while still providing families with closure. This will keep me out of the public eye, keep my family out of the news, and it’ll solve this string of open murder cases.”

I frowned, pulling back from him a bit. “When you say your dad works for a dangerous man…”

Onyx shrugged one shoulder. “He’s a crime lord. That’s all I know. That’s all I’m allowed to know. I’ve never met the man, and I have no urge to.” He traced his thumb over my jaw, smearing more blood across my skin. “That’s all you’ll ever know, too.” Reaching up, he combed my hair back from my face. “Does that bother you?”

I shook my head. “Honestly? No. After what I just saw and the day I just had… I’m a firm believer that some people need death more than jail time, where they’ll probably just get out early on some good behavior bullshit or something.” I glanced down at my arms and my torso and winced at all the blood now covering me. “I need to clean up.” I stared at his blood-soaked arms and hands, trying not to throw up again. “You probably should, too.”

“Let me make my phone call,” he told me, wiping his hand on his jeans. My upper lip curled in disgust, making him snicker. “I’ll meet you in the shower.”

I nodded and headed for my bathroom. When I flicked on the light, I stared at my reflection, swallowing thickly at the red, bloody handprint around my neck. A mix of emotions rushed through me—disgust at the blood lingering on my skin and something akin to comfort at the sight of Onyx’s handprint plastered on my neck. Weirdly, I wanted to get it tattooed—and I was terrified of needles. But the sight of his handprint wrapped around my throat just settled something inside of me.

Shaking my head, I shucked my sweats and stepped into the shower, wincing when the frigid water beat down on my back. The water quickly heated, though, and I sighed in relief, watching as it slowly turned from pink to clear as it ran down the drain. Leaning my head back, I let it wash over my hair and run in rivulets down my face.

Onyx’s hands grasped my hips, and he shoved me back against the tiled wall. I choked on a gasp of surprise, spluttering when water filled my mouth. I wiped the droplets from my face and dropped my eyes, groaning at the sight of him sinking to his knees. He flashed me a wicked grin before he lapped at the underside of my cock. Whimpering, I slid my fingers into his dark, curly hair, my breath hitching in my throat. He sucked at the tip of my shaft and before I had a moment to breathe, to try to prepare myself, he swallowed my length to the back of my throat.

My moan was loud enough to wake the dead, and for both our sakes, I prayed it didn’t, considering there was a dead man in my living room.

Onyx had the tongue of a god .

“Onyx…” I breathed, my hips pulsing in little thrusts, my fingers trembling in his hair. I wasn’t going to last. Not with how talented his mouth was. He swallowed around me, his throat tightening around my cockhead, and I whimpered, rolling my lips into my mouth, my breathing quickening. “Fuck. Fuck . I’m not gonna last, Onyx. I’m gonna—gonna?—”

He groaned, the sound vibrating all the way to my balls, and I shouted something unintelligible, my words garbled as my cum shot down his throat so hard and so fast, I went dizzy. My knees trembled, threatening to give out on me. Onyx pinned my hips back against the wall, holding me up as I moaned and whimpered and gasped, struggling to suck air into my lungs.

When I shoved at his forehead, my cock too sensitive, he released me from his mouth. His hands gripped my hips as he rose from his knees, and once he was standing up straight, he drew me into his arms. I panted into his neck, my heart hammering against my chest bone.

“That was…” I couldn’t think. Onyx had sucked all my brain function through my cock.

He chuckled. “Mind-blowing? Earth-shattering? The best blowjob you’ve ever had?”

I scoffed, but my lips tilted up into a small smile. I burrowed deeper into him, loving the feel of his wet skin against mine. He slid his palms up my back, and I shivered.

“Your ego is too big for this shower,” I muttered.

He chuckled. “I think we’ve got a couple more inches of room.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hush and bathe me.”

He snickered and reached for my shampoo. “Yes, sir.”