Page 66 of Lost Soul

"Why are you always so hard on yourself?" Her soft whisper has a bitter bite that twists my insides.

"Hard on myself? Maddy do you have any idea what I am? What I do?” She looks back to the floor. “You wanna know whose blood this is?" I hold up my bloody T-shirt in the small space between us before throwing it in to the laundry basket. "He was just a kid, some stupid kid who’s been selling for the Bastards. Some poor fuckin’ kid who wanted to make a few bucks and probably had no idea what he was getting involved in."

"Did you... Is he...” She’s so pure she can’t even say the fuckin’ word.

"Did I kill him?” I say bluntly, watching her flinch. “No... Not him, tonight he got off with a real nasty warning.” I hear the relieved breath leave her lips, but I’m not finished. She has to know the truth. She holds far too much hope for me, and it’s what makes her so hard to resist

“Not all have been that lucky though. I have killed, and I will again. And what's fucked up, Mads, is that there's never been a time that I haven’t really fucking enjoyed it...”

There, it’s out there, there’s no coming back from what I’ve admitted. But at the very least she will see me for what I am. She can move on from whatever she’s been thinking might happen between us and hate me the way I deserve her to. I’m not surprised when she starts chewing on her lip, it’s what she always does when she’s nervous, and finding out you’re living with a murderous psycho would have anyone on edge.

“So… You still reckon I'm this great guy who should forgive himself now? Huh, Maddy?" I push, unable to control the rise in my voice as all the anger I’ve been holding for myself builds higher and higher.

I feel like a cunt when she bites down even harder, her face resembling a child who’s being scolded as her eyes fill with tears that I’ve caused. I feel no relief from telling her, not like I thought I would. Especially knowing what the consequences are. She’s disgusted by me now, and hell if I can blame her for it.

"I didn't think so,” I answer the question for her, unsurprised by her silence. Turning my back on her because I can’t look at the devastation on her face for another second, I twist on the shower. Kick off my trainers, pull off my socks and loosen my belt. Then shuffling the dirty heap aside with my foot, I step under the water.

Warm streams hit my skin and heat my body, and the room fills up with steam. I rinse my face and hair, then turn to let the water slide over my shoulders and back. And when I open my eyes, the sight in front of me nearly knocks me on my ass.

Maddy Summers is standing, naked and flawless in front of me. Pert round breasts topped with beautiful pink nipples. My eyes slide down over her tight stomach and slightly rounded hips, all the way to the tiny well-kept patch of hair that covers her slit. I stand speechless, watching as she steps closer.

She seems oblivious to the fact that I’m covered in someone else's blood, and I watch her hands as they slowly reach out and spread across my chest. I draw in the longest breath when her soft fingertips make contact with my skin, and it feels like they were made for the sole purpose of touching me. I don’t think I could stop them even if I wanted to.

Her face tilts as it moves up towards mine, her tongue trailing itself around her plump lips, it causes all my restraints to disintegrate. I go to her, taking her cheeks in my palms and letting my lips cover over her mouth. I turn our bodies and push her tight against the tiled wall, the warm spray of the shower rains down between us, soaking her unexplored body while she fills my mouth with her tongue. With my hands braced against the wall I kiss her like she belongs to me, her hand lifts up to my face willing me to keep my lips on hers. This, us, is better than any encounter I’ve ever had. Up until her I’ve never had the urge to kiss a woman, but since last week all I’ve thought about is kissing her again. I’ve held myself off for so long now my mouth can’t get enough of her.

“Jessie,” she whispers against my lips, and I pull back just enough to get a look at her. She looks incredible, blonde hair soaked, sticking to her face. Skin flushed and those wide expectant eyes begging me for more. She’s impossible to resist.

“You want me to touch you?” I ask, my body shielding hers from the water. She nods her head back at me slowly. If I didn’t know better I’d say she was being seductive. But Maddy is too innocent to know what she does to a man, let alone use it against him.

Rubbing my lips together I let my pointer finger trace the trail of the water droplets down her flat stomach. Her skin forms goosepimples at my touch and her nipples seem to shrink harder. And as I edge closer to her center she closes her eyes and sucks in a breath.

“You want me to touch you here?” I ask. My finger waiting for permission just above the tiny mound of hair covering her pussy.

“Yes.” Her eyes speak to me so sincerely when she opens them, and slowly the tip of my finger slips inside that warm, enticing slit. Feeling her flesh on my finger makes me hungry to taste her again. This time feels so different to before. This isn’t me interrogating her, this is her defeating me.

My fingertip circles her entrance, teasing and coaxing, and her pleasure coats my fingers. I watch for her reaction when I push one inside her, not too deep, just to the knuckle. Her sharp intake of breath and the way she steadies herself with her arms around my neck makes me fucking desperate to be inside her.

“How about my tongue, you wanna feel my tongue again, darlin’?” I ask, leaning my head forward to press kisses into her neck. Her pussy puckers around my finger giving me her answer.

“Please,” she responds, her hands moving into my hair and grasping.

Moving down her body I leave kisses in my trail, and it’s impossible to pass her tits without taking one in my hand. It looks fucking perfect in my grip, with her tight nub grazing at my palm. I lower my head hungry to taste her, sucking her into my mouth and letting my teeth graze over her nipple.

“Oh my god,” she breathes, as my lips savor her skin and the finger I have between her legs strokes her from the inside. I break away and press kisses over her stomach. Maddy’s body is wound up so tight that it’s practically humming. All this is new to her, and knowing her skin hasn’t been touched by anyone else makes it taste so much sweeter.

When I work my way down to her thighs, I notice she still has a tiny mark from where I cut her in the basement last week. I should feel guilty for it, but I can’t help thinking how good my mark looks on her. When I touch my mouth to it she hums back at me, and when I look up at her she’s watching me. Her bright eyes spilling with desire. She looks like she’s been corrupted by the devil himself and I move my lips from her skin just for a second to smile at her. I hold her eyes, daring her to look away as I slide a slow antagonizing lick up through her pussy lips.

She tastes so sweet and fucking pure it’s hard to believe that this girl nearly ruined my club with her secret talent, that she has the ability to bring a man like me to my knees. Yet she’s oblivious to her power. “Jessie,” she speaks my name again. Her fingers almost dragging the hair from my scalp now. I slip my finger from her pussy so I can take both her wrists in my hand and pin them against the tiles behind her. Then I eat at her pussy like a starved fucking animal.

Her hips thrash, rocking on my face when I find her clit with the tip of my tongue and give it my undivided attention. Her juices coat my mouth, making my cock stretch to the point of pain to feel the inside of her sacred little hole.

“Jessie, something’s happening,” she warns, her bright eyes stretching wide with something that looks a lot like panic. “Jessie, stop it feels like...”

I don’t stop, and when she tries to rip her wrists from the hold I’ve got on them, I tighten my grip.

“Jessie,” she pleads, and I smile wickedly at her with my eyes as one last flick of my tongue sends her over the edge.

Every muscle in her stomach clenches as her hot little snatch throbs for me. And I watch her come apart. She breaks the contact of our eyes when she squeezes hers closed. Her face creasing like she’s in pain, but I know the only thing she’s suffering from is pleasure. Pleasure that she received from my tongue. And I decide in this moment that it will only ever be me. I own that fucking look. I own this pussy, and my tongue will be the only one to taste any fucking orgasm that spills from it.

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