Page 26 of The Naughty One
Seattle
Romy moaned as Blue’s cock thrust deeper and deeper inside her, his lips hungry on hers, on her throat, sucking at her nipples as he fucked her. She gripped his dark curls tightly, their lovemaking animal andferal.
“Christ, woman, you drive me crazy,” Blue groaned, slamming his hips against hers, sinking balls deep into her ready and swollen cunt. Romy was almost delirious with pleasure and her orgasm hit hard, leaving her breathless and with her head swimming. Blue came, shooting thick, creamy cum deep inside her belly and she clamped her legs around him, keeping him locked inside of her. His dark brown hair was damp with sweat, his skin salty, his eyes sleepy with love and pure desire. He was so beautiful, Romy wanted tocry.
She stroked his face, tracing a small scar on his cheek. “How did you getthat?”
Blue smiled. “I wish I could tell you something cool, but I fell off my bike when I was akid.”
“That’s notuncool.”
“The bike still had training wheels. And Istillfell off of it.” Blue looked aggrieved as Romy started tolaugh.
“Klutz. Sexy klutz, butstill.”
Blue shrugged, grinning. “I wasn’t as suave as I amnow.”
Romy snorted. “Suave. You didn’t realize at dinner two nights ago that you had marinara sauce all over your pretty face,Allende.”
“I did. I was just hoping to entice you to lick itoff.”
“Ah,” Romy nodded wisely. “You know me well,doctor.”
“I know you well enough to know that food, any food, can charm you like asnake.”
Romy kissed him as he looked smug. “Speaking of snake, put that incredible cock of yours back in me,boss.”
Blue laughed. “Hmm, boss, I like that.” He hitched her legs around his waist again, his cock already hard again. He slid into her and Romy sighed happily, winding her arms around hisneck.
“You know, boss, if you like that … I’d be willing to be dominated … in bed. For you? God, yeah, that would be such a turnon.”
He pinched her nipple hard and she yelped in surprise but it made her cunt flood with arousal. “Oh, you’re wet, baby girl,” Blue said, and slammed his cock deeper into her. They made love, clawing, biting, hungry for the other until they both came again, then, making sure their pagers were on, they wrapped their arms around one other and fellasleep.
Just after midnight, the door to the on-call room opened and Mac peered in, spotting them in the small puddle of light from the hallway. Romy heard the door open and she and Mac smiled at each other. Mac touched his hand over his heart and blew her a kiss, backing out of the room, and Romy felt safe and loved.No one is going to take this away from me,she thought, and closed her eyes, locked in the embrace of the man sheloved.
Dacre had seenRomy go into the on-call room with Blue Allende and his gut had twisted with rage. He knew the police were looking for him but they had old photos of him, photos before he’d shaved his head and grown a thick beard, adding piercings, a neck tattoo, and thick spectacles. He’d bulked up too; it made the killings easier if they couldn’t match his physicalstrength.
Gaius Eames had arranged the new identity so he could apply for the orderly job at Rainier Hope. Dacre still didn’t trust the man; he wondered why he hated his half-brother so much when Gaius seemed to have unlimited resources. Maybe Gaius wanted Romy too, and if so, Dacre wouldn’t stand for that. Romy was his. She hadn’t even recognized him the time she’d asked him direct questions; she was friendly and polite, joking around with the patients and with him. He’d changed his voice too, whiskey and cigarettes lowering his register. No one, not even his damn parents, would recognize Dacre Mortimer, preppy Harvard grad,now.
Gaius Eames had asked of him one favor. “Don’t kill your ex-wife yet,” he’d said. “I want Blue to really fall for her so when she dies, he’ll bedestroyed.”
Dacre gritted his teeth. “The thought of his hands onher…”
Gaius had smiled. “Think of the ways you could punish her, Mortimer. Those girls you killed had it easy compared to what you’re going to do to the lovelyRomy.”
Dacre had liked the sound of that, so he’d agreed. Working at the hospital was another one of Gaius’s ideas as was the small studio apartment close to thehospital.
Now, as he heard the door of the on-call room click closed, he knew that Allende had his hands all over his Romy and it made him rage. Dacre checked his watch—his shift was over in five minutes. He paused, entertaining the fantasy of storming into the on-call room and butchering his ex-wife and her lover. Instead, he finished up his shift and left the hospital. His body tingled with rage and the need to kill. Gaius had told him his little game of killing women with Romy’s initials had been found out—good, it meant she wasscared.
Dacre went home, ate a sparse meal of microwave hot dogs, and sucked down a couple of beers. He watched TV mindlessly for a few hours, then, just after midnight, headed out into the city. He was careful always to wear black so that the blood of his victims would not show up on his clothes and when he returned home, he would seal those clothes into a sack and burn them in the furnace atwork.
Tonight, he looked for anyone who resembled Romy. He found her working at a bar downtown, followed her when she closed up for the night, took her at the end of an alleyway, and dragged her into the darkness. She was beautiful, with long, dark, wavy hair, doe-eyed, petite. He overpowered her easily and as the knife sank deep into her flesh, Dacre felt the usual release. Staring at the girl unseeing, all he thought of was how it would feel to kill Romy like this, his blade slicing through her tender flesh, severing arteries, destroying her vital organs. This girl died too quickly, his knife cutting through her abdominal aorta clumsily, though he usually liked to draw itout.
He lowered her to the ground as she struggled for life, ripping her shirt open, and finishing her with a few brutal stabs. The girl, her eyes wide with terror and agony, made a gurgling sound as blood filled her throat, then went still. Dacre stood, breathing heavily, staring down at her, only seeing Romy’s face on this girl’s brutalizedbody.
Dacre sucked in lungfuls of air, smelling the rust-and-salt smell of his victim’s blood, then, leaving her for others to find, walked slowly back home and feel into a deep, peacefulsleep.
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