These Vicious Games (Seattle Undeground)

Chapter 32

Since the tender age of five, I’ve had fantasies of killing my sperm donor, but none as violent as what came to my mind as Constance trembled and tried to tell me what this bastard had done to her in the few moments I wasn't around to protect her. She doesn’t have to say it, I can fucking see it and it’s enough to cause my sight to go red. Her tiny hand clasped in mine is the only thing grounding me.

I stalk towards them. Her mom is weak, and my father has an arrow through his ankle. I’m surprised he got this far. Both their eyes widen slightly as I approach them, stopping mere feet away from them.

“Fast or slow?” I ask Constance, pointing at her mom.

“Fast.”

Such a pure soul. I would have fucking gutted the cunt. With a flick, I send my knife into the middle of her eyes and she falls back with a sickening slump.

“Fast or slow?” I ask again.

“Slow.” She says confidently. I grin, walking and bending down to retrieve my knife from the cunt’s head.

“Want to help, baby?”

I don’t wait for her answer, I wrap both our hands around my knife.

“Son, don’t kill me for some slut.” My boot crushes against his face, blood and teeth flying around his face. “Watch your fucking tongue. Actually...” I use my free hand to pinch his tongue, pulling it out and guiding our hands to cut it out.

I throw it over my shoulder, cupping my ear. “What’s that? Fuck, I just don’t understand.” I chuckle to myself as he chokes on blood.

“Ready, Little Bird?”

Her eyes are lit up again, just the way I like them. She nods.

I position our armed hands, sinking the knife into his mouth and pulling down. His mouth rips, giving way to his throat and the skin flys open as we pull all the way down to his pants. I drop the knife and her hand, pushing both hands into his corpse and pulling organs out, throwing them around until my hand wraps around his heart and I yank, pulling it out and placing it in her hands. “For your flowers.” I wink and she smiles up at me so sweetly. Like she didn't just watch me take the organs out of my own father.

“Thank you.”

Fuck, she’s so beautiful in her white dress covered in blood.

My bloody hands wrap in her hair, pulling her to me as my lips latch onto hers. She kisses me deeply, her hands working to free me. I get on my knees and push my pants down and free myself. I lean back, stretching my legs out as she climbs on top of me. Sinking down on my length with a cry. “No panties? Very naughty, Little Bird.”

She doesn't answer, bouncing up and down on my dick as I gaze up at her. Her blood soaked hands sink into my chest as she tosses her head back. I buck up into her, not being able to help myself as she cries out my name with each hard thrust.

She doesnt seem to mind the dead corpse next to us, their blood on our hands as she rides and fucks me like she may never get to again. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I moan. My hands latching onto her waist so I can fuck her harder. She cums at my words, moaning and wiggling against me as her cheeks turn a beautiful scarlett.

I groan, filling her little pussy up with my cum, wishing it would put a baby in her. It’s selfish to want to impregnate her, but the thought of my baby in her swollen belly makes me crazed.

She slows her thrust, lazily grinding into me as she kisses me, before climbing off. She grabs the heart before taking my hand and walking back to my castle with me.

After Constance falls asleep, I make my way into my office, pulling out the file. Francis knocks, glancing at the file in my hand. “Sir?”

“I have to let her go.”

“Why?”

“I’m not good enough for her yet. I have things I need to work on before I can be the man she needs.”

Francis is quiet for so long, I look up. “You’re going to break her heart.”

No more than I’m breaking my own by letting her go.

“Do you have everything ready?” I ask him.

Francis nods sadly.

“I want you to go with her.”

“But, sir. My job is to take care of the house.”

“Your job is to take care of what matters the most to me. That’s no longer this house.”

I make my way back to my room, waking her with my tongue buried in her pussy. I made love for the first time in my life. Taking her hard and slow. Leaving my mark all over her body.

Because the truth is, I may never be good enough for her.

Picking up my phone, I call Julia, who owes me a favor. One I’m now going to cash in on. Because if I’m going to fix myself to be worthy of her, I need a professional. , I need to make sure I can trust them implicitly, that they can’t hold it against me nor tell a soul about what I confide in them. After getting her out of the pedophile ring of Ma’am’s, she fucking owes me.