Page 109 of Bake the Town Red

The second hurt. But not as much as it turned me on. My cock thickened and was desperate to push inside her. Get lost inside her. Make her hurt until she cries. Make her bandaged fingers bleed again for me.

I fucking love her tears. Her blood. The essence of her.

Twisted, kinky girl.

By the time adrenaline kicked in, I was too late. The lock to Sweet DeNights clicked. Dahlia and I had a barrier between us.

Me and my Dahlia.

All day long, I couldn’t get her off my mind. The pressure in my jeans and in my head became almost unbearable.

Her pussy locked tight inside the chastity belt. Her wetness soaks the metal. I was beyond possessed. I was ill and Dahlia was my disease. One I never wanted to get rid of.

The fact that she had someone out back didn’t mean shit to me. I had zero desire to stop her from killing a man.

All I wanted was her. That was why I looked and felt like a madman by the time I got here.

Like I told her, I had to have her. Plain and simple. Look at her pretty little pussy in the jail I put it in. Torture her. Edge her. Make her beg me to leave it on and take it off so I can fuck her at the same time.

She’s going to be punished for leaving me outside.

Her adorable fists to my face would be nothing compared to what I have planned for her.

Dahlia gave me two hours to wait for her, and I use them to the fullest. There’s a shop that closes at midnight, so I go there, shop for things I’ll need for my creative punishment. Once it’s stuffed in the shoulder bag, I’m back to Sweet DeNights.

When I pull out my phone to put it on mute, a notification pops up.

Someone commented on my FyndUsHere Killer blog post.

You stopped me once, CT. It’ll be the last time you stopped anyone.

My biceps flex at the challenge. My heart rate picks up.

Firewalls and IP addresses hide my identity, but I won’t put it past anyone to tear those down.

“I’d like to see you try.” I shrug. Pocket my phone.

Tonight isn’t about him. The moment I focus on him, Dahlia will see it on my face. She’ll start asking questions. We’ll have to discuss heavy shit tonight, and I’m not here for that.

I’m here to protect her from anything and everything. I’m here to shield her against the FyndUsHere Killer in case he’s gotten too close.

More than anything, I’m here to play with that sexy-as-fuck chastity belt I put on her.

We’ll have days and years of discussing the people whose lives I ended. The secret ways she makes people vanish.

Tonight isn’t one of those.

Tonight is—

A strange feeling sucks me out of my thoughts. The hair at the back of my neck stands on end. Every muscle in my body strains. Trained and on guard.

Set to do some damage in casehe’shere. If he’s come for my Dahlia, I swear to Christ I’ll rip him apart piece by piece.

For that to happen, I have to find him first. I push off the wall, my gaze darting all over the street. Searching for the man or woman who promised my days as a sleuth—and on this planet—are over.

Sounds of yapping, happy dogs echo from somewhere nearby. An auburn-haired woman in an oversized trench coat and sneakers crosses the road to my left. I study her face closely as she nears me, but she couldn’t care less. She brushes past me, disappearing into a dark alleyway.

She’s not here to kill me. She wouldn’t hurt my little savage.

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