Unhinged (Deranged and Obsessed #1)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

ROMAN

Six months later

F or the first three months, I’d been in a state of total blissful insanity with Isla. She was the female version of me.

Fucked in the mind in the best of ways.

Embraced her trauma and used it to better herself in the most deranged way possible.

And was the perfect, twisted queen by my side to go on killing sprees with.

Even six months later, I was still thinking about the one-eighty Isla did and how she damn near fucked me back to sanity.

And for the last three months, we’d been hunting for one particular reason.

To find her ex-boyfriend who’d hurt her. And we’d found him. We stalked him. And we had him ready to meet whatever god he believed in.

Chris Vincent’s basement was silent except for his ragged breathing. He was chained to the support beam and struggled to stay conscious. The air was thick with the coppery scent of his blood, and the faint drip of it echoed in the enclosed space.

It was music to my fucking ears.

I stared at Isla, and my cold, black fucking heart beat harder at how gorgeous she was with the blood of her enemy covering her. She stood in front of Chris, her little pocketknife in hand, blood dripping off the tip and staining the concrete floor.

“This is fucking insane,” Chris sputtered, his lips swollen and bloody from her cutting them. “You’re fucking insane, Isla.”

I was in front of him a second later and wrapped my hand around his throat. I lifted him off the ground, his toes barely touching the ground, and he struggled to breathe. “Isn’t insanity gorgeous?” I looked over at Isla, her ice-blue eyes locked on me. Her short black hair hung to her shoulders, and although her hair was dark, I knew it was covered in blood.

When he was about to pass out, I let go and stepped back, feeling my already thick cock jerk as I nearly took his life.

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you’re like this,” she breathed.

I was in front of her a second later and curled my hand around her throat now, squeezing lightly. It wasn’t enough to cut off her airway, but I added enough pressure so she knew the type of man I was.

I kissed Isla until she was clawing at my clothes, wanting them off so we could fuck. But we had shit to do first. Afterward, I’d fuck the living hell out of her in the blood of her ex-boyfriend, next to his corpse.

When I broke the kiss, we both looked over at Chris. He watched us like we were the fucked-up ones instead of him, a woman beater. His nude body was a canvas of bruises, gashes, and the beautiful violence my girl had inflicted upon him. All of those wounds were her doing, and it had been like watching her create art.

He hung his head forward, his matted hair sticking to the sweat and blood that coated his face.

“As much as I want you to torture him all night, I need you to finish this, baby, because I have to get inside of you.” I saw her cheeks turn pink and would bet my fucking left nut she was primed and wet for me right now.

Instead of tackling her to the ground and fucking her, I moved into the shadows, watching Isla to see what she’d do next. After only a second of us staring at each other, she faced Chris. Her movements were deliberate, her hands steady as she held the knife in her blood-streaked hand.

She stepped closer to him, her voice a soft, dangerous whisper. “Do you remember all the shit you did to me? All the things you put me through?”

I knew she wasn’t looking for an actual answer. My girl was in her element, and I unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out, and started jerking off as I watched her gear up to kill this motherfucker.

Isla tilted her head, her expression one of cruel amusement. “Do you remember how you used to strip away my self-worth with your words and hands until I was nothing?”

Chris’s gaze was unfocused, but because he was about to die and he knew it, the douchebag’s eyes were filled with a pathetic glimmer of hope for mercy.

My beautiful psychopath wouldn’t give him any.

I saw the way Isla's expression changed as she fully immersed herself in the situation. She was letting herself be claimed by the same fucked-up darkness I had inside of me… the same kind that made us the perfect match.

And then my pretty little lunatic laughed. It was a sound so chilling and beautiful that I felt my heart pound harder and my cock jerk. I stroked myself even more and felt it leak with pre-cum.

I gathered all the cum dripping out of my slit and called Isla over. She obeyed instantly, and with one hand still stroking myself, I used my other hand to smear cum all over her lips.

“Be a good girl and suck my fingers clean.” While staring at me with those gorgeous icy-blue eyes, she licked and sucked at my fingers until she got all that salty seed off. Then she was standing in front of Chris again.

“I’m glad I finally found you after all these years,” Isla said and ran the tip of the blade down his sternum. Her voice dripped with dark satisfaction. “It was like you just disappeared, Chris. Like you knew what a piece of shit you are and didn’t want to be found.” She ran the blade tip parallel with his navel, adding more pressure now, so his skin opened up and part, blood spilling out. “Now I get to show you the same ‘love’ you showed me all those times before. But I’m the one in control now. ”

Chris bared his bloody teeth and whimpered, and I could see the terror in his eyes turn to panic. That made my cock throb like a motherfucker. Isla lifted the blade and pressed it against his throat.

She was in total control. Her hand was steady, her focus clear, her face blood-splattered, and the pulse at her throat beating steadily. And then Isla leaned in to whisper something to Chris that I couldn’t hear. But I didn’t need to know what she said. Her words were only for him—a final statement of retribution and vengeance.

And whatever she said made him break.

With a last, desperate plea that fell on deaf ears, Chris sobbed as Isla drove the knife right through that soft indent at his throat. He gurgled and choked on his blood, and the red fluid slid out and streaked down his chest, mixing with bruises and cuts that already littered his body.

She ripped the knife out, and the crimson sprayed out in a gush and covered the lower half of her face. Then she stabbed the knife right in the center of his navel. His life was fading as he babbled and struggled to hold on to that last vestibule of survival.

His blood seeped from multiple wounds, the sight a crimson wave of violence and grotesque pleasure. Isla stabbed him repeatedly, her body like a blur as she moved her arm fast to deliver her revenge. I knew her vision was no doubt locked in that same haze of murderous need that I let control me.

Her ex was dead, but my beautiful girl was still driving that knife home. And fuck, she was gorgeous. And then when Chris hung there, no more life in his corpse, she tooka step back while breathing heavily.

It was then, as I stared at her with the blood of her ex she just murdered dripping off her body—from head to toe—that I felt myself come. My orgasm was swift and as violent as this situation. I spilled my jizz all over the cement, my focus never once leavingmy gorgeous murderess.

When the last tremor left my body, I stepped out of the shadows, my pulse racing, my cock still hard. My dick wouldn’t go down until I was buried deep in Isla’s tiny slit and I spewed my load into her tight, lithe body.

“Come here,” I ordered in a harsh, aggressive tone. Isla turned and showed me her beautiful form covered in blood. Her entire visage looked wild. I fucking loved it. Her chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, the knife still clutched in her hand .

I’d never seen anything more breathtaking in my life.

I’d known from the moment she stood over me, holding up the bouquet of fingers I’d given her as a gift—and looking like I’d just proposed in the most romantic way—that she was meant to be mine.

Even though I told her to come to me, I was the one who went to her. “You’ve never looked more beautiful,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire and awe as I cupped her cheek and tilted her head back. “So fucking gorgeous,” I whispered. I pulled my hunting knife out from where I secured it at the small of my back in my waistband.

With the weapon in my hand, I cut the rope holding Chris up. His corpse fell to the ground in a gruesome heap.

Her lips parted as she stared at his lifeless body, a smile teasing the corners of her mouth. I dropped the knife and pulled her to me, crashing my lips against hers. The kiss was hard, desperate, and filled with the twisted, deranged love that bound us together. I tasted the coppery flavor of Chris's blood coating her, and I started licking it off of her.

She tangled her hands in my hair and let me lick her clean like some deranged lion. “I need to fuck you now,” I growled and took her to the cold, stained, and blood-covered ground, Chris right beside us, his lifeless eyes staring at us. Fuck, that was hot.

We were both lost in the darkness of our violent union.

Our relationship—our love—was brutal, chaotic, and savage in every way.

It was wrong—the way we were—but it was fucking perfect.

“Look at this motherfucker,” I groaned between kisses. “He’s gonna watch as I fuck you until you are raw and can’t walk right tomorrow.”

She gasped and then moaned.

I had her under me, tearing at her pants and panties, and pushed Isla’s legs open nice and wide. “Tell me, Isla, are you going to be my good little psychopath and take my cock as hard and brutal as I want you to?” I leaned in and bared my teeth, feeling primal and vicious in that moment as the metallic scent of blood surrounded us.

“You already know the answer.” She lifted her head and was the one to slam her lips against mine this time. I heard a slight scraping, but before I understood what she was doing, she had the tip of that pocketknife in my shirt and tore it open at the front. The material parted like fragile tissue .

I curled my hand around her throat and squeezed slightly. “I am going to fuck you and fill you with my cum until it seeps out of you and makes a fucking mess on the ground.” I dragged my tongue along her bottom lip. “It’ll make the prettiest picture mixing with that motherfucker’s blood.” And then I notched my cockhead at her pussy hole, pulled back, and spit a mouthful of saliva where we were nearly connected.

Blood was a pool beneath us, Chris just as much a part of this sick ritual.

I shoved in deep and hard. I knew it hurt her, and it made me nearly come right then.

Her head kicked back, and she closed her eyes, no doubt feeling so fucking stretched and full of me. I took the knife out of her hand, and while pushing in and out of her tight cunt, I cut her shirt open and revealed her bouncing tits. Those perfect mounds were covered in my marks, fingerprint bruises and red-stained bite marks.

I cupped her cheek, blood smearing all over her alabaster skin. I found it so fucking hot. With her jet-black and tangled hair a bloody mess around her face and her blue eyes looking big and wild, I knew this woman would be with me until the fucking end.

I wrapped my hand around her raven-colored hair and yanked her head back, knowing how uncomfortable it was for her. Her throat was exposed, and my mouth watered. I wanted to bite her—mark her—until I opened the skin and she bled for me.

And I did just that, latching onto her throat and dug my teeth into her skin. She cried out and held onto me as I fucked the hell out of her. I tasted the sweet flavor of her blood. It was a flavor I was addicted to.

I pounded my dick into her for another minute before pulling out and gripping her throat, squeezing her neck until her face started turning red as her air supply was cut off.

“Get on your hands and knees and let me plow you from behind.” I let go of her throat. “Show me your tight, little ass, so I can mark it up with my handprints and blood.”

Once she had her ass in the air and her face down, I pushed the corpse out of my way and took position behind her. I took the pocketknife and ran it over her rounded ass cheeks, using the flat end of the blade to clean the blood off along her skin.

I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed the tip at her pussy hole. “Fuck, you’re so damn hot.” I pushed into her with another brutal thrust. The force had her jerking forward, her upper body damn near flat on the concrete.

She cried, her tears real, and when she covered her mouth with the back of her hand to silence those beautiful sounds, I smacked her ass hard. “Nah, baby. Don’t silence those cries. Let me hear them. You know how hard it makes me.”

Isla’s back was gorgeous with slender lines and perfect curves. Not to mention the bloody handprints covering her from touching her all over. My cock hardened even more inside of her. I brought the knife to her back and trailed the tip of the blade down her spine, being careful not to cut until I got to her ass.

I stared at my name that was now scar tissue on the small of her back. I gently traced the letters over the raised flesh, my cock throbbing at the sight of my branding on her. “Seeing your scar—my name branded permanently into your skin—is the biggest turn on.”

She glanced over her shoulder and said, “Show me yours.”

I grinned, my thrusting slow and easy, as I pulled my shirt away from my chest and revealed her name scarred across my chest in raised flesh that was just as gorgeous as hers .

I traced her name with my fingers lightly.

Isla stared at her name and made a sound that was filled with twisted pleasure.

“It pisses me off that I want you so much, Isla.” I gripped her waist and let myself really fuck her roughly, brutally, and so savagely I knew she’d be bruised from the inside out.

But I couldn’t stop myself.

She still watched me over her shoulder, droplets of sweat covering her forehead and temples.

“You’re mine, Isla. Only fucking mine. Forever.” She closed her eyes and moaned. “And you know I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”

“Good. Kill them while I watch, and then fuck me in their blood.”

I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock, and I snarled, spanking her ass cheek. I knew she’d come for me. I’d make sure of it.

My gaze was latched onto her bouncing ass. “I have to sample this ass,” I said to myself. I pulled out of her pussy, gripped her cheeks, and spread them, revealing her tight asshole to me. I spit on that hole, watching as it slid down her pussy slit. I reached for my cock and started gathering pre-cum, using that to prime and lube her up even more .

She’d need all the lube she could get for what I had planned.

I was a fucking lunatic for her. This madman who had no comprehension of what reality was. All I knew was Isla was mine, and I’d take her any way and anywhere I wanted.

I spread her cheeks wide, then went to town, eating her ass out. I licked and sucked at that tight ring of muscle, pushed my tongue in and out, mimicking the act of fucking that I’d be doing in a matter of moments.

I thrust two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, feeling her little cunt tighten around those digits as if she were trying to draw me in further, as if she needed my big, fat cock to stuff her full.

It was only when she was thrusting her ass in my face, and I knew her back hole was nice and primed for my cock, did I drag my tongue over her anus once more before forcing myself to pull back. I wiped my mouth off with the back of my hand, looked at the corpse beside us, and felt the dark beast in me rise violently.

With my cock dripping in her pussy juices and pre-cum and blood covering both of us, I gripped Isla’s waist and angled my dick head at her ass.

I teased her hole with my thick crown before pushing it in. The tight ring of muscle gave resistance, but then she opened up for me as I popped through and slid in deep. I cursed like a man not in control and felt sweat drip down my temples. My chest heaved as I pushed in and pulled out of her vice-like asshole.

“So fucking tight, sweet girl.” I had a brutal hold on her hips, knowing I'd leave bruises, wanting those marks on her.

I started spanking her ass, first the left then the right cheek. My hand was a blur on her skin, and I could already see my red handprints forming on that peachy flesh.

“God… damn, Isla. The fact I know you’ll only ever be mine, that you’re just as fucked up and psychotic as I am, makes me feel deranged. Obsessed.”

She cried out and mewled, my little kitten accepting all I offered and knowing what I was capable of. She knew who and what I was, and despite that, she didn’t shy away. She no longer ran. She welcomed me with open, blood-stained arms.

I started fucking her ass hard and thoroughly. I lifted her upper body so her back was to my chest, and I ordered her gruffly to rub her clit until it hurt.

“You’re mine, Isla. You hear me? ”

I dragged my tongue along her nape, licking and sucking, then biting hard enough I knew there’d be teeth marks. She was sweet and salty and flavored like copper. I slowly, shallowly, fucked her ass, prolonging how fucking good and tight she felt wrapped around my cock.

“Now come for me so I can fill your ass with my jizz and watch it drip after I pull out of your tight, little hole.” Her hand moved quicker as she worked her fingers over her clit. And when she came for me, I felt my orgasm take control of me by the balls.

I gritted my teeth and let it consume me. I tipped my head back and felt my neck muscles strain, the pleasure was all-consuming. It felt so fucking good that my entire body seized from the hedonism of it all.

“Fuck,” I snarled. “Jesus Christ, Isla. It’s all so fucking amazing with you.” I couldn’t see straight, those words garbled and blurred along with a roar that came from deep within my chest. “Never felt anything as good as you.” I filled her until I knew my spunk would seep out of her asshole when I pulled out. And fuck… that would be hot as hell.

When her pleasure faded and I could think clearly again, I debated just staying deep in her ass and taking a post-fuck nap right next to Chris’s corpse. But I knew we didn’t have time for that. We’d killed her ex in his basement, and clean-up had to be done.

With one last gentle nibble to her nape, I pulled out but spread her ass cheeks and ordered, “Push my cum out.”

She glanced over her shoulder at me, gave her deliciously dark smile, and then provided me with what I wanted. After we were done cleaning up any evidence of the murder, I’d take her home, get her in a bathtub with me, and wash my Isla girl until she was pliant and soft against me.

Then we’d go to bed, where I’d hold her, and we’d both have the best fucking sleep of our lives.

After watching the last drop of my cum slip out of her ass, I let myself fall to the ground, and I immediately pulled her on top of me, holding her and staring at the beams that ran above our head.

There had been no better feeling than feeding my dark beast by killing a worthless piece of shit.

There hadn't been…until Isla.

Now, I knew for a fact—nothing would ever satiate my dark beast unless I was fucking our perfect girl in the blood of our victims.

The End.