Page 25 of Beg for Death
"Hush and go to sleep." Ezra pulled away, and I scooted closer.
"What about favorite food?"
"Oh, why did you get these tattoos? Can I see all of them? Do they mean something?"
"Shut up already."
It was like I couldn't. Normally, I had no issues being quiet yet I kept babbling about nothing.
“Me, I like classic horror movies. They’re scary but not at the same time. You know?”
Ezra's rough fingers gripped my hair and yanked my head back. "The only time you shut up is when your mouth is busy. Go do something with it."
My heart literally skipped a beat. I didn't wait for him to rescind the offer. I wiggled down his body a little and shoved up his black T-shirt. My mouth watered at the cut abs and chiseled chest before me. No wonder he could easily pick me up and overpower me.
I licked my lips as I got closer, my breath fanned over the dusky-colored nipple before me. It pebbled up and practically begged to be sucked. I waited all of five seconds for Ezra to tell me no before I wrapped my lips around his nipple. A groan was all I could muster as I curled my tongue around the nub.
"Dios míos."My god.His hand came down, and I latched on harder, not wanting to be pushed off.
"Settle down." His grip on the back of my neck grounded me further, and I relaxed a bit more.
Sleep came too fast. I wasn't ready for it but the comfort from Ezra's body heat and the suckling of his nipple was lulling me into a sleep I had no strength to fight.
Chapter Eleven
Ezra
Watching Jasper used to do something for me. Now, watching him move through his house, that stupid scared look on his face, it just felt like it was a routine. I was supposed to be here watching him, studying him. Seeing him go through all the worry and concern that I had stirred up in his life. He'd already realized that Felix wasn't in school anymore. Now, I watched as he paced back and forth. The sound of his voice floated from the cracked window, a cigarette in his hand as he walked up and down the hall, the conversation coming in clear before it dipped back out and came back once more.
"I don't think you understand. No, Felix isn't a child, but he's missing. I know that because he's my goddamn son!" Jasper snapped into the phone.
Something in my stomach tightened. He said the words, performed as if he actually gave a shit about Felix, but anyone with two eyes and half a working brain could tell that the man hadn't done shit for the boy. It was an act for Jasper, a way to make it look as though he was actually a good man, a good father, the kind of guy that had done all that he could forhis screwed-up son. What fueled him, however, at least in my mind, was the fact that he now had his best friend's fingers. He knew Felix wasn't just running off somewhere, the overwhelmed student taking a break. No, I was the one and only killer in his life, and he had to know I was close. And getting closer.
I could take him right here. Slit his throat, watch him bleed out. But it felt better to do what I wanted to do. To corrupt Felix, to turn him into my little toy, and then show Jasper just how much he'd fucked up by leaving such a stupid little empty-headed boy alone in the world. I wanted that to be what he saw before the light drained out of his eyes and he bled out from my blade. My tongue darted over my lips. I needed to kill something. Had to. The itch was back, worse than ever. And I couldn't sate it with Felix, not really. Not if I wanted to keep… playing with him.
The thought forced a lump down my throat. I slinked back through the alley and spilled out onto another street. When my car started, I glanced around. It had been three days since I slept next to Felix, and I had slept next to him every night since. After being in prison for years, I'd forgotten what it felt like to have warmth against my flesh. To feel comforted as I slept instead of with one eye open waiting for someone to stab me in my sleep, if not worse. But next to Felix, I slept soundly.
Checking the time on my dash, I frowned. It was already ten at night. Usually, I had him in bed by now. But I had needed some space. He asked a million questions a day now, insisted on following me right on my heels, and made that pathetic just-been-kicked-in-the-face look if I didn't sit next to him long enough. The boy was driving me crazy as much as he was sucking me into his own twisted little web.
Fuck it. I need an outlet. Now.
I aimed the car toward a dingy little bar on the outskirts of town. The place was gross. The scent of piss and vodka pierced the air, cigarette butts overflowed in ashtrays, and someone wasviolently throwing up in the alley. It was the kind of spot you went to where nobody paid attention to you. Exactly the kind of place that Cameron visited. He sat at the back, a glass of cheap whiskey in front of him, scrolling through a hookup site. I slid into the booth across from him, my head down as I tapped on the table. For a long while, he didn't look up. Finally, he put his phone on the table.
"Mark?" he asked.
"Yeah," I answered.
Cameron grinned. "You look a little different in person, but you'll do." His eyes examined me closely. "Your profile said you have no limits, right?"
I shrugged. "None that I've found yet."
He groaned. "My kind of guy. I usually go for someone younger like me, but I don't mind hitting someone older. It's all just fun." Cameron leaned forward. "You got a place to do this?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "I've got a quiet place. Little cabin I rent out sometimes. It's empty, secluded. You could do what you wanted to me up there. No one would hear."
Cameron groaned. "Fuck. Oh, I'm going to have fun with you."
Arrogant little college brat. He was really so stupid that he thought that he could do whatever he wanted. That there would be no consequences. Oh, there would be consequences. I smiled at him, the corner of my lips lifting. He seemed to take that as if I was the perfect victim. I couldn't wait to get my hands on him. Felix's ex liked to make him scream? Tear him down? I would do much worse.
