Theirs To Possess And Ruin
I asked, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed under my breasts, letting the oversized shirt ride up just enough to show thigh.
My voice was casual, like I was asking about the weather, not why this guy was being turned into living confetti.
Asher didn’t look up. His knife, which was long, thin, and surgical, sliced a perfect strip from the man’s abdomen, peeling skin like orange rind.
Blood welled, thick and dark, then the edges started closing, muscle weaving back together in real time. The man screamed, a wet, broken sound that echoed off the walls and went straight to my clit.