Moments of Malevolence (The Hunters Book 1)

“ALASKA, we are down a girl, and I need help.” Alaska pulls back from my lips and pushes on my chest. I lift to pull out of her, then place her on her feet. She reaches for her shorts, but not before she sits on the toilet in front of me.

“I’ll be out in a minute, just need to pee.” I tuck my cock back in and discard the condom.

“Are you really peeing in front of me?” I ask.

“Yes. If you have a problem, leave.” She shrugs. I watch as she reaches for the toilet paper and wipes herself before she pulls her shorts up. “You didn’t leave.”

“No, because I’d like to know all the ins and outs of that sweet pussy,” I tell her. “Plus, I can’t say I have ever seen a woman pee in front of me.”

“All women should pee after sex. I bet you just kick them out afterward,” she says, wiggling her shorts up all the way and doing up the buttons.

“Yes, very much so. Or they run.” I smirk at her.

“Oh, I can only guess why.” She rolls her eyes.

“I’ve been tame with you.”

Her eyes almost bug out of her head.

“Tame? Are you joking?” She shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”

“Making you come is tame, trust me.”

“And how else would you make me come?” she asks.

“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”

She seems to think on it, then says, “I gotta go.” Alaska pushes past me and reaches for the door, unlocking it. But I push it closed.

“Let me see you again.”

She remains facing the door, but after she says nothing for a beat or two, she finally turns to me. “How else would you fuck me?” she whispers.

“I can show you, but I’m not going to say you’ll like it.”

“If I can keep the knife in my hand,” is her answer.

“Deal,” I agree.

“Will it hurt?” she asks.

“Do you want it to hurt?” I whisper closer to her ear.

“Maybe a little.” I run my finger over her bottom lip at her words.

“Have a good night, Alaska.” I pull open the door to see her friend is still standing there. Her eyes go wide, and I tip my head to her as I saunter out. While the door slowly closes behind me, I hear her friend ask how it was, and Alaska says it was the best sex she’s ever had.

When I get to the front to wait for my car, I see the crazy waitress from earlier tonight.

She eyes me and steps over. “I know who you are,” she whispers.

My car is pulled around, and the keys are handed to me.

“Good night, Sarah. And by the way, I wouldn’t make threats. Those can get you killed.” I give her a menacing glare as I climb into the car.

“You are a killer!” she screams. “And I’ll prove it.”

I take no mind to her stupid words as I pull away.

All I can think about is Alaska’s sweet pussy and what I plan to do to it next time.

“Why are you smiling?” Kyson asks the following day as he walks into my place uninvited, as he usually does, to annoy me. Kenzo is nowhere to be seen, which is just like him; he would live out his life quite happily if he never had to interact with another human being again. Kyson is a people person, but only with certain people. “Did you find a woman to fuck and kill?” He chuckles to himself as he opens my refrigerator searching for something but coming up empty.

My house is simple with just the basics—there isn’t one thing that’s flashy about it and I’m fine with that. It has gray flooring, two black two-seater sofas, and a television hanging on the wall. I have two bedrooms—one houses only my bed, and the other is the computer room.

“I fucked, not killed. I don’t kill a woman when I fuck her,” I reply, and he raises a brow. “Apart from that one time,” I amend, looking away. “That was her own stupidity, and technically I had already come, so we weren’t fucking.”

“Was your cock still inside of her?” he asks.

“I’m not answering that.”

He starts to laugh as he grabs a bottle of water and comes to sit next to me on the couch. I wait for him to speak because I know that’s what he wants to do.

“Do you think we would be who we are right now if we had a different upbringing?” he asks.

I turn the television off and face him. “Why are you asking me this?”

He shrugs, lifts his water to his lips, and takes a sip.

“Kyson, if you want out, you say it. You know I would kill anyone who tried to stop you from leaving this life.”

“Only Pops would try to have me killed,” he says.

He isn’t wrong. We all trust Pops to a certain extent, but that’s as far as it goes, Pops brought us into this life. He is probably more fucked up in the head then anyone of us, and that’s saying something considering how fucked up we each are. So we know to only trust him in certain aspects of life, not all.

“I’d kill him before he could try,” I declare and turn back to the television, flicking it on again. I ignore the newscast that comes on as I repeat, “If you want out, you tell me.”