Page 15 of Soulless Deeds

Crouching down, I stared directly into his eyes. “I forgot to tell you my favourite part about being a Variant.” He gulped, perspiration saturating his clothes, dripping down his panicked face. “With just one command, I can have yourbrain melting from every single orifice in that ugly, fucked up head of yours.”

Blasting him with the high exposure of my Variant had his form seizing before me, the promise of my words coming to fruition as frank blood and body matter poured from whatever orifice was available.

He had one thing right. I was a freak.

As Aster and I hit the main foyer of Playhouse, loud, alluring music pulled me back. “What about some stress relief?”

Aster’s gaze lowered to my dress shirt. I hadn’t managed to escape the questioning unscathed. A few red droplets stained the front of my white button-up. Rolling my eyes, I ripped the offending material in half, dumping the remains in a nearby dumpster. Realigning my suspenders, I opened my arms wide for her perusal.

With a subtle nod and without a word, she traced the corridors to the bar out back. She may not have replied, but at least she’d lost that disappointed snare from her face.

The place was pumping with electric energy, accompanied by the undertones of sinful pleasure. We settled in the main booth centre stage as I ordered a shitload of drinks, wanting to drown my lethargy with strong liquor. I hadn’t drunk since the restaurant, and I was more than ready to sink a few while looking for a fresh face to sink my dick into.

Despite my wandering mind, I remained vigilant and attentive. I was Aster’s main protection, her number one. Satisfied with my surveillance, I settled in my seat, allowing the enthusiastic dancers to crowd around us, hips swaying to the hard, thumping base.

Soon, Aster had a tiny brunette in her lap, mouths dancing in time with the beat. Hopefully, she’d take her home, release some of that pent-up stress.

Then, my gaze flicked to an approaching figure whose sole attention was pinpointed on me as if no one else was in the room—better yet, that no one else evenexisted.

Black hair, brown eyes, dressed in a skintight leather jumpsuit that left nothing to the imagination. Still, that all diminished in comparison to her powerful magnetism. She exuded pure sex appeal, each movement unintentionally sensual, a man’s erotic fantasy transformed into reality. I had to check my tongue wasn’t lulling out of my mouth like a dog as she strutted straight my way.Fuck me, I have to have her.

She expertly moved through the tight space, dancing alongside the other girls, all of them pushing into the background, her presence a straight beacon that refused to be dimmed. She didn’t stop as she reached the prime location between my spread legs. Turning her back, she rotated her hips downward, skimming dangerously close to my throbbing dick.

Reaching for the table, I grabbed a drink, then pulled her tighter into my lap. She didn’t miss a beat and continued to rotate that wicked body over my front.

With drink in hand and a firm ass in my lap, I leant back to enjoy the moment of peace until the clumsy fuck bumped my glass, which tipped over the table. She kept on dancing as if she didn’t notice. Dumb as shit.I knew it was too good to be true.

Before I could lean in for a second, my body turned rigid. Her scent was familiar, intoxicating, addictive. My overtired, frazzled brain was working overtime, trying to decipher its origin. My eyes closed involuntarily as my fingers traced her sides, and my nose ran up her neck, basking in the sweet, stimulating fragrance.Candy.

Blinding clarity crashed through me. My eyes snapped open and narrowed on the mini beauty spot perfectly placed behind her right ear. My arms tightened like an iron bar round her waist.

“Ah, if it isn’t my conniving waitress,”I said, my Variant teasing her with a subtle caress. A contrast to the torture I had delt hours before. I didn’t want to hurt her, I wanted toownher. My new, shiny, expensive toy.“I hope you don’t plan on going anywhere, since I’ve caught you, I won’t be letting go,”I said, half in threat, half in lust.I can’t fucking believe my luck.

Aster gave me a smug side-eye as if she knew I was whispering sweet nothings in this girl’s ear. She couldn’t hear me. No, my voice was purely for my little pyromaniac. For her and her alone.

Despite my unrelenting hold, her hips continued to gyrate over my hardening cock as if nothing was amiss. “Is that the thanks I get for saving youyet again?” I perused the side of her face to find her pouting. I was struck with stupid silence from the potent intoxication of her voice. Her appearance was different, completely changed from the waitress I chased not so long ago.

Before I could regain my composure and warrant a reply, she swiped two fingers through the spilt alcohol saturating thetable, then abruptly turned and straddled my waist. A smooth, toned leg lined either side of my hips, settling into my body as if she fucking belonged there. Brown eyes pierced into mine, one side of her mouth lifting into a mocking smirk as if she knew something I didn’t.

The conceited, cocky bitch doesn’t know what is coming her way.

After eluding me, I had finally caught her, her delicious body held tight in my harsh embrace like a perfectly tailored gift wrapped present.

Finally, she was my prisoner, my captive, my hostage,mine.

I couldn’t wait to strip her of her ever-changing features, tear through her façade and carve into her face, if only to see the true identity behind the mask. My fingers practically itched for my knives.

I opened my lips to inform her of her new ownership when she shoved her two saturated fingers into my mouth, which would have been erotic if it weren’t for the distinct tinge of Devil’s Flower. The poison was bitter and sour, hard to disguise even in alcohol, however, extremely effective and fast acting.

She removed her fingers before I could bite them off and tipped forward until her lips lined the edge of my ear. “You can either keep me here to cuddleoryou can catch up to the person who poisoned your drinks who just left out that back door.” My eyes caught on the swinging exit in question.

Rearing back, her tongue darted out to lick my lips.The audacity of this woman.

I was barraged with a multitude of harrowing, primal needs. I had to hunt down the fucker who tried to kill me, and yet, I wanted to claim this vixen with every goddammed cell in my body.

“Tick tock, lover,” she said, eyes dancing with mirth.

My body was trembling with the necessity to possess her, keep her there with me under any circumstances, but reality was a hard pill to swallow. I spat to the side, getting rid of the poison that laced my tongue. I’d need an antidote later, but that could wait.

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