Page 7 of Vicious Souls

“Take the money and leave,” I tell him. “There’s more than 60k in that bag.” That was more money than some people would see in their lifetime, but he didn’t seem to be interested.

I watch as he rolls his tongue out against his lips, licking them before he catches the edge of his bottom lip between his teeth. Greedy bastard. My defiance is turning him on. He is going to take what he wants from me and then take the money.

The stranger takes three more steps forward until he is standing right behind me, his disgusting alcohol breath hot on my skin. He reaches his hands out and grabs my hips roughly, pressing himself into me. His erection almost burns a hole in my jeans as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. I shudder as he kisses my shoulder, then licks up my throat.

“I hope that shiver you just cast my way means you’re taking the easy way, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs, licking behind my ear as his hands settle on my breasts. I say nothing as his hands and tongue glide across my body; I understand that I can probably do more damage if I catch him unawares. I don’t want this animal’s hands on me, but I throw my head back in mock ecstasy as he continues to kiss up and down my neck, his hands squeezing my tits into painful points. I reach a hand back to weave it into his hair and pull him into me, urging him on as I thrust my ass back into him. His breath comes harder and faster as his hard on grows.

He is so invested in my complacency that the first jab catches him entirely off guard. I manage to hit him square in the gut as I throw my elbow back, and he staggers backward while I scramble to turn around and face him head on. He is only momentarily dazed, before he rights himself then lifts his eyes to meet mine, letting out a menacing grunt.

“Did I say I enjoy a little force?” he asks, lunging toward me with such agility, he knocks the wind out of me. I go hurtling backward into the basin, my back folding over it awkwardly. “Looks like you enjoy force in your foreplay too. We’re going to enjoy this, sweet cheeks.”

The stranger takes a moment to unbutton his jeans before lunging toward me. I lift my leg and aim it at his body, my heel connecting with his thigh to send him stumbling backward. It isn’t enough to send him to the ground, but it makes him angrier, and he rears his head and grunts before he lunges, pushing me backward and pinning me to the wall with an arm at my throat. He moves a hand to his jeans, pushing them down until they fall around his ankles as I struggle to breathe. He presses into my body again, rendering me helpless as I’m pasted against the wall, futile hands clawing at his arm.

“Want to play it rough, sweet cheeks? That your poison?” He loosens his chokehold on me and I take deep, heavy gasps of air before his arm rises to hold my head to the wall again. His other hand goes down toward my jeans as he tries to force them down past my hips. I could safely – and gladly – say my jeans are damn near perfect in their tightness. There is no way he’ll be able to get them down with only one hand, and my internal angel snickers at the irony. Then relents as he grabs me off the wall forcefully and bends me forward over the basin, using his own body to hold me down as both his hands fumble with my jeans. I can feel the fabric cutting into my skin with every vicious pull as he struggles to push the jeans down.

“Don’t do this,” I warn him, between clenched teeth. Not an ounce of fear or pleading in my voice, just steady and firm and controlled. “You don’t know who you’re messing with…”

“We can get acquainted later, honey. After I’ve driven my big, hard cock so far into you, it’s going to shred you to pieces and come out the other side.”

When he manages to push my jeans painfully past the swell of my ass, I hear his grunt of appreciation as he takes hold of my thong, stretches it, then lets it go smacking loudly against my skin. I bite back the pain as I imagine my skin reddening and he traces the outline of the band against my lower back.

“We’re going to have so much fun together, you and I, sweet cheeks,” he murmurs into my hair, bringing his face back to my neck.

7

DANTE

“Get off her.”

My voice is controlled and methodical. I let the door bang shut behind me to announce my arrival and cock my gun, knowing he hears it, otherwise why would he stop what he’s doing and stand still?

I’d waited three whole minutes after I’d seen him walk into the restroom behind the mystery woman. Three whole minutes before my conscience got the better of me and I cursed, leaving the comfort of my car. I stole up to the deserted block, listening at the door before I decided the couple wasn’t in fact acting out some lurid fantasy and the woman was in trouble. I may have had a job to do, but I wasn’t bastard enough to let a woman get raped and possibly killed by some pervert.

The man straightens, righting his body but keeping one hand firmly on the woman’s lower body. I look down at the woman, still bent over the basin, her hair falling forward to cover her face. The stranger turns to face me, still holding the woman down. I hold my gun with unwavering hands, pointing it directly at his chest.

“We’re two adults here having consensual sex,” the man says, put out by the interruption. He isn’t wearing any underwear, and I can unfortunately see the angry red swell of his cock needing some much needed relief.

“That so? In a public restroom?” I ask.

“It’s how we like it,” the stranger shoots back, super annoyed at me.

“Then you won’t mind me confirming with the lady,” I counter, tipping my head in her direction.

The woman squirms under the man’s hand and flings it off, before raising herself to stand. The man looks at her as she lifts her jeans up her long slim legs. She may have just traded one monster for another, but I bet she’s willing to take her chances with me.

“This animal was going to rape me,” she says, looking down at the man’s swollen cock. She scoffs then looks up at his face, giving him a shake of her head. “If you’re going to threaten to drive your ‘big, hard cock’ in one end and out the other, better get a transplant first,” she laughs.

The man lunges at the woman, but not before she artfully sidesteps and watches him go sliding down the wall. Turns out she hadn’t needed my gun, after all. I watch as she zips up her jeans and crouches down by the man’s side, looking him in the eyes.

“The next time you decide to do this again, let the girl blow you first. Maybe the world will get lucky and she’ll bite your dick off.”

I watch as the woman picks up her bag and heads for the door. The stranger is still sitting against the wall, trying to figure out what just happened. He looks like he may even be a little concussed. But that isn’t my problem. I put the gun in the back of my waistband and follow the woman out into the night, finding her standing in the dimly lit gas station. She now has two bags with her, and I look from the handbag that was on her arm earlier to the carryall that she probably had stashed in the restroom, my mind trying to put the pieces of this puzzle together.

She stands at the edge of the station, as far away from the bad lighting as possible, so she is but a shadow in the dark night, and looks up at the sky, before she turns and walks back to the public payphone which has seen better days. I keep my eyes glued to her as she lifts the receiver and puts it to her ear, then brings it down and looks at it, then back to her ear. When she confirms it’s out of order, she starts to slam the receiver into the phone, cussing and cursing at her apparent misfortune.

“Where’s your phone?” I ask her. She regards me with some suspicion and tells me she doesn’t have one before turning her back and ignoring me. The stranger I almost shot stumbles out of the restroom, tucking his shirt into his jeans, muttering ‘damn stupid bitch’ when he sees the woman, then continues on his way back toward the club.

“You have sixty thousand dollars in your handbag but you don’t have a phone?” This mystery woman is getting more mysterious by the minute. “What sort of woman carries around that sort of cash but no phone?”

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