Deadly Alchemy (Deadly Alchemy series Book 1) by Julie Morgan

Author:Julie Morgan [Morgan, Julie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Julie Morgan Books
Published: 2015-01-20T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Well, you must be off your game,” René tells Michel. The door to their room closes behind them with a lock of the bolt. “You seduced her to the point she was about to come out of her panties any time you were near her. Seriously, Michel, you’ve lost your touch,” she smirks to herself as they walk further into their shared quarters.

The walls, once white, are now smeared with the blood of their victims. Splatters of red up high give the appearance someone dipped a paintbrush then scattered red paint. Down below is different. Smeared handprints, dried lines of blood, and most likely body parts, cover the bottom half.

Michel wraps a firm hand around her arm and yanks her back to him. Her body thrusts hard against his chest. He knows if she did not like it rough, his exterior might alarm her. “Are you jealous?” He keeps a firm grip on her arm while the fingers of his other hand touch her cheek. “All is not lost yet, woman. Trust me; I’ll fuck her one way or the other.”

“Mmm, as long as I can watch.” René leans in and licks the tip of his nose.

“NO, PLEASE!” a woman screams in another room. She cries out once again while a rugged male voice tells her to shut up.

Michel grins sadistically. “Sounds like dinner will be served shortly.”

Suddenly, their door opens and two guards stand in the entryway. Both are wearing fitted shirts, which are filthy enough they could probably stand on their own. Old crusted blood has stained the shirts beyond repair. Matching pairs of suspenders hold up their pants. One of the guards has blown the knees out in his pants where the other sports a hole near the crotch. René has often wondered if he did it purposely to masturbate in front of his victims.

The woman held captive between the two guards is thrust forward. She falls to her knees and her dark brown hair falls around her face. She retches on the floor, most likely from the smell of death in the room.

One of the guards, Stephen, grabs the woman’s hair and yanks her head up. “Meet your maker,” he smirks and meets Michel’s gaze.

“Oh, let her be, Stephen,” Michel tells him. “No need to be so vulgar.”

“Right, because what we do is so innocent,” René whispers to him.

“Hmm,” Michel smirks then looks at René for a moment. “So she will soon come to realize.” He licks his bottom lip and she swoons softly.

Stephen shoves the woman’s head away then steps back. “Will there be anything else, sir?”

“Maybe another willing participant for René? I think I’ll be having more fun with this one soon enough.” Michel’s eyes light up with desire as he approaches the woman. He leans down and touches her chin, lifting her face to meet his gaze. He tilts his head slightly as he watches her. She blinks and her bottom lip quivers.

Michel offers a smile filled with false kindness. “Child,” he begins and allows his compulsion to take over.

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