Page 2 of Dark Encounter
I got in the car and lit up a joint as I pulled out of the driveway and headed home. Some small piece of humanity that remained inside of me wept at the thought of killing Samuel. Offing a stranger was one thing, but putting a bullet between the eyes of a man I might have called Uncle one time was another.
Pulling on the joint, I sucked in deep and held the fiery smoke in my lungs until I couldn't take it anymore. The world was dim around me, the night falling fast. How badly I wanted to walk into the house and find someone like Jenna waiting for me.
My best friend, Nate's girl, was everything a man might want, and yet she belonged to him.
"Not that I'd want much more than a night of fucking anyway," I mumbled under my breath and opened up my house north of the city in the mountains. Most days, I stayed at my father's mansion on the beach, but taking a life always left me in need of solitude. No one could hear me screaming from here. No one could know what my life had become.
I left the lights off as I walked through the kitchen to the living room, pausing only to strip and set my gun down on the table.
A woman would be good for the night, but I'd just abuse her, and nothing left me colder. It was part of the reason I couldn't stand Kane. He loved to force a woman into submission, and where I was unable to be anything but demanding, I'd never violate her rights. Not unless I knew without a doubt that she wanted me to.
Grace wanted it. I could feel it all over me. The sexy little librarian where I spent my afternoons pretended to be modest in her antiquated sweaters and ankle-long skirts. Innocence sat on her, but she hated it. The yearning to be forced over a table and fucked within an inch of her life was lurking below the surface.
"She'd be so fucking tight." I groaned and walked into the bathroom, stroking my erection and pinching the tip of my cock roughly. She wouldn't be able to handle me. Not for a minute.
I turned on the hot water and pressed my bare ass to the shower door as I took hold of myself and closed my eyes. Maybe she was just what I needed. A virgin with a naughty side that no one had tapped into yet.
A chuckle bubbled out of me. How the fuck did I know if she was untapped? She might have a million boyfriends waiting for her after she left her job of prudence. Her curves were delicious, her tits perky and dark hair long and silky.
If she needed someone to teach her how to be a good girl in bed... I could bend my rules a little to help her out. Get her ready for another man.
I groaned as my balls tightened. It'd been too long since I'd found myself buried in a sloppy wet pussy. It was going to have to happen sooner or later.
Maybe I could make her my pet. Have her service my cock and promise her the world, and then kick her ass out when she got needy.
Disgust ran through me. Fucking humanity again.
"Bet she's never drank from a man." I arched my back and pressed myself into my tight grip as warmth spread across my stomach and left my heart racing. Would she welcome me in her mouth or beg me to fuck her nice and slow in the ass?
What kind of woman was she beneath that false serenity?
I wanted to know so goddamn bad, and yet I'd been ignoring her for the last month since Jenna and Nate hooked up. Seeing him fall head over heels in love with someone messed with my head. My life wouldn't allow anyone or anything in it. Death would come looking for them as it always did with the women in my life.
"Stop it," I bit out and turned, pressing my forehead against the steamy glass wall. The water called to me, but I remained locked in place, my only movement the thrusting of my hips, the clenching of my ass.
I needed a release, and I wouldn't be denied due to my fucked up thoughts. Depravity. I needed a long night of drugs, liquor or pussy to shut the darkness up inside of me for a little while longer. I needed Grace Adams on her knees in the library, her sweet mouth full of dick.
"That's it," I whispered loudly and reached up with my free hand, gripping the side of the shower as I gave myself over to the approaching orgasm.
I would deflower her, mark her as my own and force her to submit to whatever my fucked up mind could concoct. She'd love it and come to worship me. They all did.
As long as love was never a part of the deal, I'd let her stay.
A scream ripped from my lips as I jerked, fucking myself until it hurt to do it. I needed someone to unleash my demons on, to share my pain with.
But, I needed her to need me first.
Otherwise, it'd be one more sin to add to the scoreboard.
