abominaetion.
other than himself, no one has ever looked so good with a knife. montana and tools of destruction go together like a match made in hell. those eyes, watching her prey, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce —- only after she has toyed with them, of course. just like him. kai has perhaps finally come across a worthy companion. with her, he could gladly tear the world to shreds and bathe in its shower of blood. the hand that had pulled her to him now idles at the small of her back, threatens to glide dangerously farther down. that look on her face is undeniably hot, and he’s getting the urge to kill again. or maybe he wants to kiss her; he’s never been good at differentiating emotions. “be honest, you know you won’t. i’ve got a lot of talents up my sleeve that i think you’d find- how do you put it?- pretty bitchin’.”
she’s no stranger to violence. it’s been years since her death but the only thing that filled the empty void inside her was taking a life or having someone to spend her nights with. she was a shell of her former self, yet somehow reborn in the blood of those who dare cross her. montana duke was something else now. she can’t help but bite her lip at how close he is, the feeling of his hand against her back. she leans in to wrap a bloody arm around him, smirk still playing on her crimson lips. “ maybe. ” their faces are inches apart now, and she can’t help but think how good his mouth would feel against her own. “ yeah, i’d say you’re pretty bitchin’, kai parker. ” with that, she cannot control herself any longer, smashing her lips aggressively to his. it was exactly what she wanted.
