Page 10 of Creep
Fuck, even her voice is sexy. Low and rough, yet still feminine as fuck.I don’t even know how it makes any sense but it’s just the truth. I can only imagine what it would sound like while I drag a knife across her thigh in the middle of her climax, screaming my fucking name, again and again, begging me to stopandto keep going.
Annoyed with myself again, I keep a blank look on my face as I stare at her. It’s a look I’ve managed to perfect over the years. Being a dealer means I handle a lot of people who seem to think they can try to intimidate me.It never fucking works and they learn real quick to never try that shit again.
I let a smirk pull at the corner of my lips. She’s still glaring at me, but I see her steely gaze falter for a moment as her eyes drop to my mouth.
I can’t help but admire the pain which surrounds her like an aura. She’s obviously seen some shit and something inside of me recognizes her pain and suffering because as much as she tries to hide it, she still fails miserably.
“Are you going to answer me or just continue to sit there staring at me like a fucking idiot?”
“You’re a feisty one aren’t you, little girl?” I goad her, unable to resist her attitude. It’s doing things to me I’m not sureIlike, but apparently my dick certainly does.
“Don’t fucking call me a little girl unless you want to be punched in the jaw for talking shit.” She sneers at me with hatred burning in her eyes.
“You’ve got balls, baby doll, but you might want to watch that mouth with me. I see I have hit a nerve, which is good to know.” I smirk. “I’m sure your father has filled you in on the situation?” I’m assuming she knows, but these are drug addicts we’re talking about, so who the fuck knows.
“Yeah, I know you’re going to use me until you’ve gotten your fill and you feel like you’ve been paid in full.” The disgust is evident in her tone, but her eyes tell a different story.
“Look, little girl. I don’t know what your father said to you about this arrangement, but let's make one thing clear right now. I fucking own you and you don’t get a word in edgewise, so the attitude is really fucking annoying. Although, my dick isn’t complaining. So, unless you want me to make you shut the fuck up by shoving my dick so far down your throat you can’t breathe, I’d zip up your attitude real fucking quick.”
I grab my already hard dick through my jeans to emphasize my point. She looks down at the bulge and her eyes practically bug out of her head. Her cheeks flame the most beautiful shade of red and she throws her gaze back up to mine, furious.
“If you think you’re getting anywhere near me withthatthing, I’ll fucking bite it off.”
“That would mean your mouth would be on my dick, baby doll. Don’t threaten me with a good time.” I chuckle as her cheeks redden even more. My retort has her snapping her jaw shut and swinging her head away from me.
Fucking with her is going to be prime entertainment.
“Well, I need to go speak to your father. While I’m doing that, why don’t you go pack a bag or grab some things you want to bring with you. I’ll come get you when I’m ready to leave.”
She shoots up, and the chair she was sitting on screeches as it’s shoved across the floor behind her. It crashes to the ground with a bang.
“What the fuck do you mean pack a bag? Ben said it was just for one night a week. What would I need a bag for?” She’s speaking so fast, the fear in her voice evident as she stumbles over her words.
I keep my face blank, not answering her. This little bitch is going to be in for a rude awakening when she realizes what this deal actually entails for her. I can’t wait to show her just how much she shouldn’t run her fucking mouth.
“I know the deal that was made, but I’m thinking I might want you a little more than once a week little girl. You intrigue me and your attitude makes my dick hard for some reason, so I’m going to need to deal with it. More than once a week. And besides, do you really think your father will care?” I quirk my eyebrow at her because she knows he won’t care. He doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything but his drugs. Drugs I supply to him. I know I don’t even have to ask him—not that I was going to anyway. I’m going to tell him how shit’s going to go and that’s what is going to happen.
She glares at me because she knows I’m right. She turns on her heels and storms to what I’m presuming is her room, but it actually looks more like a large closet with a makeshift door.Jesus, what a shit show.
Wanting to get the fuck out of this shithole of a house, I head down the hallway to Benjamin and Sierra’s room, or dumb and dumber, as I usually refer to them as. These two give me a fucking headache, but I only have to deal with them long enough to tell them what’s going on and then I can leave with my baby doll.My? Where thefuckdid that come from?
Shaking my head in annoyance with myself, andpushing the disturbing thought from my head, I shove their door open without knocking and duck my head past the door frame as I take a few steps into the room. It’s small with just enough room for a large bed and a dresser, both of which have seen better days. It also smells disgusting. The scent of mold and body odor lingering in the air.
Scoffing and wrinkling my nose in disgust, I look over and see them both sitting on their bed, talking to one another. They glance up when they see me and I notice theirveryblown pupils, along with fear in their eyes.
Ahh, the fear. I crave it. I fucking live for it.
I tilt my head to the side and keep my face a blank mask. “So, the plan has changed. I decided I’ll have Essa stay with me more than once a week, though I’m not sure how long yet. I’ll make sure she attends her graduation Saturday, but other than that, you’ll see her whenever I decide to bring her home.
“While she is with me, you are not to try to contact me or her. If you do see her you are also not allowed to talk to her about me in any way, is that understood?”
I observe as they look back at each other for a second, like they’re trying to communicate silently.I really don’t have the time for this shit.
“You’re both acting like you have a choice in this situation. Let’s make one thing clear so this doesn’t get confusing. What I say fucking goes. You are the ones who owe me thousands of dollars and since you can’t pay me what you owe me in cash, I’m taking the next best thing.
“So, with that said, I will have Essa as much as I fucking want her. Don’t get shit twisted. Do I need to write it down, or can you not fucking read either?”
They start stammering, trying to get their words out. Fear is such a funny thing, the way it fucks with normal bodily functions.
