TW: Violence, Bad Language, Sex
The Characters of Scarlet and Heaven belong to @zablife and @call-sign-shark. @zablife's 2K spooky celebration has inspired me to do my own spooky collection of writing based on the seven deadly sins. This is my take on Envy. Sorry for the repost, it needed some editing.
Summary: Jack Nelson doesn't like the way Billy Grade has been looking at his wife.
“Do you consider yourself to be a jealous man, Mister Grade?” Jack asks softly. His voice is low and hypnotic, reverberating through Billy as he stares up at the man standing over him with a garrotte around his balls. “Not possessive? Not prone to bouts of passion?” Jack presses him as he maintains control of the sharp wire digging into Billy’s genitals. Billy, desperate and whimpering from the pain but unable to find words shook his head in the negative, praying to some higher power that the American would cease his torturous ministrations. Jack sighed at Billy’s response. “Then you’ve never been in love.” He stated reverently as he thought of Lilith. That took Billy by surprise. “You’ve been pining for someone, haven’t you Mister Grade?” Jack’s eyes bore coldly into Billy’s “Someone who isn’t yours.” Jack’s accent dripped with green possessiveness, the very prospect of Billy looking at Lilith, sending him into a fit of rage. Billy, victim to the dark expression on Jack’s features shook his head desperately, thinking only of making the pain stop.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me!” Jack snarled, twisting Billy’s wrist and relishing in the crunching sound as it snapped. “You know exactly who we’re discussing. How could ya not?”
“Get her name out of your filthy fuckin’ mouth.” Jack scowled. He hated it. He fucking hated it. When he’d seen the traitor staring at Lilith all the damned way through that pointless black tie event his pathetic brother in law had conned him into attending, he’d made up his mind to end Mister Grade’s life for good.
“She’s Mister Shelby’s sister. I would never.”
“But you want her…. I saw the way you watched her.” Not that he could blame the man in front of him. His wife was stunning; she’d looked like a goddess in that form fitting black velvet gown she’d worn. And then she’d charmed all those stuck up aristocrats with that delectable dark humour and intelligence of hers. He’d been so fucking proud that she was his wife. He shouldn’t have been jealous of Grade looking at his wife. but he couldn’t help it. He was. The green rage clawed at his chest and ate away at his insides at the prospect of Grade somehow catching Lilith’s eye. The terror that Lilith would take her love away from him and lavish it on someone else made him inconsolable. And the only thing that could fix his mood was this.
“I swear I won’t look at her ever again.” Billy pleaded, the whininess of his voice grated on Jack’s ears. What did Grade have to complain about? He’d brought this on himself. Did he actually think that Jack wanted to be here, doing this? Perhaps Mister Grade shoulda thought about that before he’d desired someone he shouldn’t have. “Just please,” Billy begged pathetically. “Please make it stop.” He foolishly places his good hand on Jack’s shoulder and Jack recoiled, pushing Billy away so he stumbled to the floor. Jack had been so consumed with his jealous outburst that he hadn’t heard the clicking of heels grow louder on the tiles as she approached. He didn’t smell her intoxicating scent of pomegranate and dark amber until she stood behind him. Billy’s eyes widened as he sighted Lilith before looking at the floor in fear for his life. He made quite the picture, naked and bloody and marinating in shame. Lilith didn’t even look at him. She was too busy looking at Jack. Perhaps she should have been surprised. But she wasn't. On the contrary, Scarlet had warned her this would happen. Her beloved sister had confided that she'd noticed her brother-in-law's behavior and sudden absences during and after social occasions....and Heaven had gleefully pointed out that there was always a gentleman, or two, who either went missing or never returned to the party....only to be found in unrecognizable chunks the following day. Lilith should have been appalled. But she was a Shelby....instead, Jack's psychotic protectiveness caused her heart to grow three sizes. He spun to see her and he didn’t need to ask how long she’d been there to know from her expression that she’d observed the better half of Billy’s inquisition. She thought it was adorable how she could make Jack look like a deer in headlights.
“There’s no need for jealousy, Mister Nelson.” She reached for him and he came to her, snaking his arms around her cinched waist. She looked up at him. “Jealousy implies that you’ve not already claimed me.” She cupped his cheek. “Am I not now known as Mrs Nelson?” He closed his eyes at her question and smiled.
“Damn straight you are, pussycat.” He gazed into her onyx eyes, hypnotised. She was like magic. Powerful and wicked and everything he could have dreamed of. Lilith caressed her thumb over the scar on his lip. Jack leaned into her touch, kissing the palm of her hand.
“There’s no one but you, Jack.” She whispered to him and he melted against her. He pressed his forehead to hers, nudging his nose against hers in an affectionate Eskimo kiss. His gloved hand ran along her curves as he held her to him. “But,” She paused, licking her lips. “If this,” She gestured to Billy, still victim to the wire wrapped around his genitals. She felt herself growing wet at the thought that Jack, her Jack - the most dangerous man in the world - had done this for her. She rubbed her thighs together and leaned closer to her husband. “is what you need to do in order to reassure yourself.” She pecked his lips with her own. “Then have at it, my love.” She stepped away, leaving his embrace and taking with her the warmth he had been basking in. She looked at Billy, who stared up at her pleadingly as though she was some kind of angel of mercy.
Besides, coveting me is the least of your sins, little spy.
Billy’s eyes widened in terror as if he’d heard her thought and his whimpers of panic rose to an annoying volume once again. Lilith rolled her eyes and stepped away, moving along to sit further down on one of the benches until she’d found her perfect view. This was probably the best death Billy could wish for. Jack would only torture him out of his needless jealousy. He looked so beautiful, she thought, towering over the traitor and unleashing that monster he’d so often held back as of later. Tommy would torture Billy for his treachery…as well as for coveting Lilith. Really, this was the lesser of two evils. Billy howled in agony, the sound was bloodcurdling as his genitals were completely severed from him.
“Thou shalt not covet another man’s wife,” Jack growled. “Look at her!” He commanded, grabbing Billy’s face and forcefully angling the traitor to look at Lilith. She stared at Jack, her breath quickening when his eyes locked with her in a predatory manner. The room was suddenly stifling as his lustful expression burned through her. “You can’t have her, Grade. You could never love her…. Not like I can.” Jack released Billy’s head and he fell to the floor, shaking and crying, his head impacting with the tiles beneath them. It seemed as if it would go on forever, Billy Grade’s pained noises grew numb in her ears after a while, and Jack’s knuckles grew bloody.
“That’s enough now, my darling.” She spoke so softly. So delicately that if she had been anyone else Jack wouldn’t have heard her. But it was Lilith, and her voice tore through him like a hurricane.
Lilith watched with doe eyes as Jack finished Billy Grade off, the man’s cries of agony finally halting, his body twitched before ceasing to move and his eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling. Jack unwrapped the garrotte and wiped it on Billy’s towel before pocketing it. He stood, calm and predatory as he relished in the aftermath. A stone cold predator.
Jack looked up at her, his eyes carnivorous….and Lilith relished that these were the only moments she would ever allow herself to be the prey. He stalked towards her and her heart stuttered. She allowed him to push her against the wall, his hand wrapping around her throat in a way that made her knees weak. His lips claimed hers in a frenzy and she mewled into him. Lilith snaked her hands up his arms to push Jack’s coat from his shoulders. He released her for a moment, allowing the heavy fabric to fall to the floor. His lips attacked her neck, littering them with electric love bites, purple, red and blue. She cupped the back of his neck, her fingers delving into his beautiful soft hair and tugging it back ever so slightly. The noise he made was divine, the deep reverberation of the sound settling pleasantly between her thighs. He reached up and took her wrists in one of his hands, pinning them to the wall above her head as his fingers hiked up her skirt and delved beneath the fabric. Lilith smirked up at him when she felt him tear the fabric of her underwear, his long thick fingers delving into her without a second thought.
“Look at me, keep your fucking eyes on me.” He commanded, calm and controlled as ever when she closed her eyes at the delight she was experiencing. Her onyx eyes snapped open and collided with his. The only show of the effect she had on him was the sharp intake of his breath and the tent in his trousers as he continued to play her like a violin. Her own breath hitched when he released her wrists and she watched him slowly sink to his knees, lifting her leg over his shoulder. Jack buried his face between Lilith’s thighs and she threw her head back, hand cupping his head as he made her see stars. Billy’s corpse witnessed Jack make love to his wife over and over and over again.
God he loved his little demon so fucking much. He stared, transfixed at her angelic beauty as she clenched around him, her face contorting in a way that tested the limit of his self-restraint. Sharing his life with her was joy, loving her was the most exquisite carnage. She was Paradise and killing for her was bliss. She cried out, digging her claws into him as she pulled him closer to her….as close as they could be and it still never felt close enough. She bit his earlobe teasingly, whispering to him just how good he made her feel, how much she loved him.
“Look at me, angel.” Jack tugged her hair, arching her head back just enough to take her lips with his own as she clenched around him one final time. Her onyx eyes pierced into his own hypnotic and wanton. “Fuck, angel. No one makes me feel like you do.” His hips stuttered as he found his own release. She pulled back, biting hard into his neck and his pleasure skyrocketed. Lilith embraced him, caressing his back as she felt him relax on top of her. She peppered his forehead with sweet kisses and hissed when he gently retreated from her. Jack looked at her adoringly and pulled her into his side as he settled beside her. Their clothes were strewn everywhere and Billy Grade’s still bleeding corpse was witness to them from the corner of the room. Lilith hummed, contented.
They lay in the aftermath, bodies painted in blood and entwined on the steam room floor. Her head lay against his broad chest and he caressed the skin of her back tenderly whilst placing kisses on her forehead. Lilith shifted, twisting her body into a more comfortable position so she could look at him. Her dark hair framed her face enticingly as she rested her chin on his chest, admiring him. Her dark eyes glimmered with excitement as her finger brushed over the bite mark she’d imprinted onto Jack’s neck. Her own brand. He groaned when she brushed her finger over it, flipping them over so he hovered above her, resting between her thighs once again. She’d bitten him so hard she’d broken the skin. There would be scarring, not that he minded of course. She smiled at him seductively, his blood staining the corners of her lips. He leaned in for more, thrusting inside of her once again.
“Jack….” She whined in delight, gazing up at him in a way that had his heart hammering against his ribs. The cosmic love swirling in her onyx eyes seemed to consume him and his control snapped, hammering into her. Jack would allow his demoness to do whatever the fuck she wanted to him, so long as she loved only him for the rest of their lives.
