Page 4 of Haunting Me

“No,” she squeaks. Almost too quick of a response. I can feel her thighs tense around me. Something isn’t right.

“Why not?” She lies there. I’m no longer putting pressure on her to keep her down. Ma Petite Mort wants to be fucked.

“Please, I just… don’t want it to be the knife.”

I narrow my eyes. “The question was, why not? Now be a good girl and tell me.” My girl trembles under me.

Her voice is but a whisper. “I just don’t want to lose my virginity to a knife.”

What the fuck did she just say? I don’t know if I am dreaming or what. But I could have sworn she just said she was a virgin.

I sit up in between her legs and stare at her. There is no fucking way this metal goddess is a virgin. “Are you lying to me, ma petite mort? So I don’t fuck you with the knife.”

Her lips tremble as she shakes her head no. I get up and hold out my hand to her. She takes it. Once she is on her feet, I slip her knives back into the harness. Our eyes never drifted apart. “Don’t stab me now. I want you to be a good girl and go home. No stopping. Maybe if you are a good girl, I will help you with your little problem.” My hand drifts between her legs.

“Still dripping wet. Just for me.” I cup her mound with a firm grasp and whisper, “This pussy is mine. Better not let anyone touch it. Especially that pizza maker.” Her gasp makes me smirk. “Do you understand me, ma petite mort? Nod if you do.” She pulls back and nods. “Home, Layne. NOW.” I shout my last word. She takes off running. Christ, hopefully, she doesn’t fall again.

I track her with the little tracking dot I stuck in her bag. Straight home, like she was told. So good at following directions. What the fuck do I do now that I know she is a virgin? I’ve never taken anyone's virginity. Not even when I was a virgin.

She is probably saving her virginity for her one-day husband, not the stalker who is infatuated with her. I will just have to see how all this plays out.

I hop into my car, which is parked just outside the trees. Making my way towards my warehouse. I’ll leave her alone for tonight, but tomorrow we are going to rectify the situation. It’s quiet tonight in the warehouse. Normally, there are many creaks and groans from the water nearby. Nothing. In the shower, my mind drifts back to being in between her thighs.

Layne.

Fuck, even her name is perfect. My hand strokes my cock. Soon I won’t have to do this anymore. Soon, I’ll be between her thighs every night. Bringing myself right to the edge of losing control, I stop. I hope I have this much restraint when I am inside her.

The bay is really beautiful tonight, from the balcony of my loft. When I bought this warehouse, I converted the whole upper level into a living space. Purposefully building a huge balcony that overlooks the bay. I can see the Bay Bridge so clearly. This place is my haven from the world. I can’t wait to share it with Layne.

Maybe I am a little psychotic thinking this girl is going to fall for me. Call it a gut instinct. She is just as fucked up as I am. Our darkness fits together like two puzzle pieces. Soon I will know all of her secrets and she will know all of mine. She will be mine. However long it takes. I will possess every part of her. I will do whatever it takes, so she sees we are meant to be together.

The cigarette in my hand burned down, having forgotten about it while staring out at the water. I take a drag and then exhale the smoke, flicking the butt out; I make my way back inside to go to sleep. If I even can. My mind is too busy with thoughts of Layne. Phone in hand, I pull up the pictures I have of her. Ones of her at work, her out running errands, and the ones of her sleeping. Fuck. I pull up a new message.

UNKNOWN: Safe at home, Ma Petite Mort?

LAYNE: How did you get my phone number? Stalker much?

UNKNOWN: I have my ways. So is that a yes?

LAYNE: Yes.

UNKNOWN: Good Girl.

LAYNE: Stop calling me a good girl.

LAYNE: Just because I am a virgin doesn’t make me a good girl.

UNKNOWN: Noted.

UNKNOWN: No alcohol tonight. I would hate for you to not be conscious. If I visit you.

LAYNE: Jokes on you, I am already 4 shots in.

LAYNE: What’s the big bad zombie gonna do?

UNKNOWN: Naughty. Naughty. I’ll have to tame the brat out of you.

LAYNE: I’d like to see you try.

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