Page 141 of Bake the Town Red

She’s waiting for me, sitting behind the counter. Alone. Her red smile is wide. My Dahlia is sexy as hell in the outfit I bought and chose for her today. Long-sleeved red dress with black lace sewn over it. Snug around the breasts and the waist, flaring at the bottom. I paired it with black tights and her black Chucks.

Gothic and so her.

Despite the darkness surrounding her, my girl is glowing.

It could be because I’m about to walk inside. Could be the secrets we shed and how light we both feel.

Maybe both. At least she’s not as upset as she was when I locked the chastity belt away last night.

It’s been five days that I’ve had to jack off to her murdering people. Tonight, after our first kill together, I wanted full access to her pussy.

I’m less happy. I’m curious. Whoever we’re going totake care of, they mean something to Dahlia.

She called them asurprise.

She even slipped out of our home earlier than usual for said surprise. Wouldn’t let me walk her here. She actually took advantage of my sleepy state at three thirty in the morning and fled outside.

Sneaky, sneaky woman.

The scent of pumpkin spice assaults my nostrils as a woman passes by me holding a steaming takeaway cup. Orange and black with hints of purple dominate the storefronts across the street.

I only have eyes for one shop.

For one woman.

Mine.

“Ty,” Dahlia calls to me, her voice muffled by the glass separating us. She’s hopping up and down, the bun at the top of her head bouncing with her. Her bun and her tits. “Come in.”

There are still a few minutes left until eight, the time Dahlia’s target will be here. Meaning I don’t have to rush. Meaning I get to torment her.

I stand there by the door. The hood of my hoodie is pulled over my head. My hands are in my jeans pockets. My stanceshould terrify her. Send a tremor up her spine. Make her thighs clench with depraved desires.

I know it doesn’t work that way with her. The days of being her creepy stalker are over. She stops hopping anyway. Widens her eyes and parts her lips in fake terror.

She plays this game for my benefit. My little prey. My sexy huntress.

The bell above my head dings as I step inside Sweet DeNights. Five steps and I’m at the swinging door. One push and I’m around the counter.

“You’re all alone here, little girl?” I cup her cheek. Tip her head to me and eat up the way her body breaks in shivers.

“Yes.” The word is barely a whisper through her red lips. “Are you the big bad wolf? You’re going to hurt me?”

Dahlia fakes fear so fucking well. Even her pupils dilate, which should be impossible. Somehow, though, she does it. My cock swells at that.

“I might.” Below the counter, away from prying eyes, I press my hand to her pussy. She gasps and I’m barely holding myself from smearing her red lipstick on my lips. “If you’re bad, there’s no telling what I might—”

“Tyler?” A familiar voice reaches my ears. One of my neighbor’s voices.

Dahlia smiles wide. Too wide.

By the time I pull back and turn to Rita, my neighbor’s voice has an edge to it. “I thought I recognized you. The invitation did say our whole building was invited for free tastings.”

That explains why Dahlia was being sneaky this morning.

My eyes don’t linger on the other woman. I look at her for a split second, enough to register that she has her black hair in a ponytail, wears a copper-colored sweatshirt and matching sweatpants. Enough to realize Rita’s expression is a sour one.

She got an invitation for free tastings and she’s upset? The fuck?

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