Page 11 of Burn
“What do we do now?” she asks, her hand dropping to her side, her gaze still fixed on me and my uncovered face that I can feel is splattered with the diseased blood of the heap at our feet.
“We do nothing.” I say, shaking my head, clearing it of the fog that has filled it with her presence outside of the car. “You go wait back at my bike.”
“But…I can…” She starts but stops and puts her hands on her hips with lowered brows when I shake my head at her. “No. I will help. Do we call the police?”
“Absolutely not. You want to go to jail for the rest of your life?”
“But I didn’t kill him.”
“You’re an accomplice to them no matter what. We’ll both rot forever. I will not allow that to happen.” I growl, stepping closer to her, furrowing my forehead, piercing her with my icy blue stare. She swallows thickly, her legs bouncing at her knees as I stalk the two steps to her until the tips of my shoes meet hers, towering over her, looking down menacingly. “So you’ll do as I say.”
“Or what? You gonna kill me too?”
“You have no idea baby.” I sneer, reaching out, grabbing both of her wrists, yanking her arms towards me.
She is flawless, not a needle mark or scar on her smooth skin. She’s clean, almost virginal with how soft I imagine her flesh is on the other side of my gloves, and the pleasure of seeing a woman so fresh shoots straight to my dick.
Why this woman affects me so much is impossible to determine. She has this pull, like a tethered rope drawing me in with each movement, word, and even look she gives me. I shouldn’t be standing over a corpse imaging the feeling of her under my palms. Instead I should be burning her along with the guy that brought her up here. She’s a stupid woman, letting a man take her in his car to such a secluded place. But I don’t burn stupidity, I burn disease, and that, she is not.
Her gaze locks on me harder with a defiance that I recognize. It’s the same look I gave when I was first challenged and became the monster that I am. I see it in the glassy surface of her eyes, that desire, that need for something, and it makes me suck in a sharp breath.
“Are you gonna hurt me?” She asks, biting her lower lip, stepping the final step towards me, her chest touching mine, her breasts brushing against me as she leans in.
Any normal man would take that question as if she were in fear for her safety, but I now that’s not true right now and right here. She’s turned on by my violence, by watching me bludgeon a man to death. I can smell the arousal pouring off her, and I have to admit that it’s affecting me more than it should.
“We need to get rid of the body first baby girl.” I say, surprising myself at the words flowing from my mouth. Not the part of disposing the body, but the baby girl. I don’t speak that way. I never have and never imagined I would.
Fuck, you’re done for asshole. Already pet naming a whore.
“What do we do?”
“You do nothing. Go wait by the bike like I already said.” I tell her, watching her lip slide through her teeth, and her cheeks flushing to a deep rose.
“No.” She purrs. “Helping you is the least I can do for you saving me from…that.” She replies, looking down at the pile by our feet, watching the blood seep into the ground from the crater in his skull with a morbid curiosity.
She pulls her hands from mine, and they land on my shoulders, holding me still. Her gaze comes back to mine, peering deep inside me, reading me, sensing the desire hidden in me. The desire I have never acted on with a woman but am finding myself wanting to now. I wonder if she can smell my lust too. She must.
The touch of her soft lips on my dry, blood splattered ones shocks me, even though I see it coming. I don’t know what to do, and my mind races with all the things I know I want to do. I want to grab her, haul her into me, and impale her on my cock that screams in my leather riding pants. But I’ve never kissed a woman before, not willingly at least, and I’m more terrified than I was the first time I lit a body aflame.
I’m stiff as a board, in more ways than one as she peeks her tongue out and licks the seam of my mouth, asking for entrance. She’s hungry for me, turned on and moaning against my lips, and when I open my mouth, she delves inside with a deep sucking breath, taking my air with it.
It's hot and wet, her mouth on me, her tongue sweeping past my teeth, wrapping itself around mine. Sensations I never thought I would enjoy blast through me, making my hands grab her biceps of their own will, and yank her against my body, crushing my erection with her pelvis. I can feel it pulsing and twitching in absolute need, and it takes everything in me to stop myself from yanking off my pants, throwing her on the hood of the car, and fucking her right here.
The body asshole. Get rid of the body before someone comes along. Then fuck her. Destroy her. Take her and ruin her for any other man who would even think of touching her.
“Ph…baby, we need to…” I say, catching myself from saying the name that wants to roll passionately from my tongue to hers. She can’t know that I know her name, or that I have her picture safely in my pocket.
“Stop? No.” She moans, delving deeper into my mouth like a woman starved, making me kiss her back with a ferociousness that can only be compared to the energy I put into my “work”.
“We have to.” I mumble through her kisses, feeling a drop of drool running down my chin, surprised that the wetness doesn’t make me cringe.
“Fine.” She huffs, pulling away from me, wiping her puffy pink lips with the back of her hand. “You’re new to that aren’t you?”
That fear comes back at her question, the one where she knows I’ve not done any of this before. I’m too old to be virgin by societal standards, but I am, and until now it never bothered me.
“Uh yeah.”
“Good. I like that.” She giggles and gently brushes my bare arm with her fingertips. “Now let’s do this…” Her voice turns sultry and she squeezes the muscles across my arm. “So we can do that again.”
