Page 36 of Tainted Love

It’s a good answer — truthful, too, if I’m reading her face right — but ridiculously naïve as well. Guilt overwhelms any hunger I have inside. She’s a sweet girl. Smart, talented, and incredibly beautiful. What the hell is she thinking?

What am I thinking even letting this happen?

“Mr. Hart…” she says, quickly sucking a sticky fingertip. Her eyes drop and she pauses to gather her words. “What did you mean when you said I tasted like a good kill?”

The recent memory of her spread eagle on my bed, screaming my name, overwhelms me. I turn around to grab a dishtowel from the drawer and hand it to her to wipe her dripping fingers clean.

“Have you ever taken a life before?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.

“No,” she replies quickly, out of reflex alone.

“It’s… intoxicating,” I say, keeping my voice low. She doesn’t realize it, but she leans further over the counter. “It isn’t for everyone, of course… but for me, it is. It’s why I get up in the morning.”

Her eyes narrow but not from fear. She’s fascinated. “Why?”

Now is the moment. I could easily scare her away right now. I could make it so she’ll never want to see me again. It’s honestly the best option for both of us. It’s the right option. The shiny, white end of an impossibly gray moral spectrum.

But I don’t want to.

I’m a selfish prick.

I lick my lips, tasting the sweet fruit on them but it’s not nearly as delicious as she is. Her eyes drop to my mouth and little speckles of passion shine through the green color.

“Put your palms on the counter,” I tell her.

Lucy rights herself as confusion spreads across her little face. Still, she does as I told her to while I circle the counter and stand behind her. I sense the shivers taking hold of her body as I press against her back. I lean over and slide my fingers up her legs, drawing her dress upward to settle above her sweet, tight ass.

She glances back with teasing eyes. “You aren’t going to tell me?”

I wrap my fingers around her neck, feeling the quick pump of her pulse on my thumb. “I’d rather show you,” I whisper in her ear.

She quivers in my grasp as fear mixes with the adrenaline in her veins. I reach my other hand between her thighs and I draw a line across her panties to feel the wet pool gathering along her slit. Her body is begging — practically screaming — for it and it probably has been since the moment I kissed her in her apartment tonight. She sighs with pleasure and I slide my zipper down to free my hungry cock.

I lay a hand on her back to guide her forward and she sinks onto her elbows. Leaning in, I let her feel my swelling hardness push against her ripe folds.

“There’s a moment…” I say, “right before the light disappears from a person’s eyes when I feel utterly invincible.”

I push her panties aside and slide my hard cock inside of her. Her body instantly stiffens in surprise. Honestly, so does mine. She’s so tight and slick, I almost shoot inside of her but the promise of more of her keeps me together.

“It’s powerful and warm, like a damn womb. I’ve scavenged the whole earth in search of a better feeling.”

I fuck her slowly, feeling every inch of her stretch out around me. She moans with every thrust, each one sounding louder in my ears. I reach around and wrap my fingers around her neck again. She falls silent, holding back the noises begging to cry out from her throat.

“I found it inside of you, Lucy Vaughn.”

Her pulse explodes against my fingers. The dangerous cocktail of ecstasy and fear take her over and she falls even deeper into my embrace.

“I could snap your neck right now,” I whisper in her ear. I squeeze, feeling the wild thump against my fingertips. “Does that frighten you?”

“Yes,” she answers on her breath.

“Do you think I will?”

“No.” Her answer is immediate like she didn’t even have to think twice about it.

I quicken my thrust, burning a hole right through her. She cries out even louder, bucking her hips back to send me deeper inside.

“Be mine and I’ll make you feel this way every night.”

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