Page 21 of Don't Speak
“Open your legs, and let me clean you. I know I didn’t come inside you, but we definitely still made a mess,” he says.
I open my legs for him, and he wipes me down, making sure to be gentle around my pussy as I am still very sensitive. Once he’s finished, he grabs my clothes and hands them to me before he puts on his own.
“Uhmm. So. Thanks for that,” I say awkwardly, unsure of what to say or how this will change things.
He chuckles and responds, “No need to thank me, baby. You better get used to that. Because I’m going to be fucking that pussy a lot more from now on.” He grins, striding up to me and planting a kiss on my lips. This man oozes sex.
We finish closing up the bar, making sure toextradisinfect the bar top before leaving for the night. Dean walks me to my car, opens the door, and waits for me to slide fully in before he shuts it. I start the car and roll down the window. He leans in, crossing both elbows over the door, and says, “Get home safely, baby.” He leans in once more to kiss me, and I oblige. He backs away, and I put the car in drive, heading out of the parking lot but not before looking back in the review mirror and getting one final glance at the man who just fucked my world up.
When I get home, I head straight for my bed. For once, I am so exhausted that I don’t think I’ll need sleeping pills tonight. That was the best sex of my life. Up until this point, it’s all been boring, the men often getting off within minutes without ensuring I get mine first. Dean was so…attentive. Is this how sex is supposed to be? If so, I don’t want it to end.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
She tasted just like I imagined she would. Delectable. Divine. Exquisite. My little lioness was so wet for me. She may have a sassy, dominant personality to the world, but she’s quite the submissive when she’s getting fucked.My submissive.
After she drove away, I got in my truck and sat there for a moment, letting her gain some distance before putting my truck in drive and following after her. I need to change the front door camera before Nikki ends up with another photograph. I made sure the entire bar was cleared out, all of the doors were locked,and the cameras were disabled before I fucked my lioness. I wanted to make sure that no one was still in the building when I had her remove her clothing. No one but me will ever see her in that position again.
Pulling up to her house, I park and cut my engine off, turning off my headlights as well. While I wait, I pull up the camera feed to her bedroom. It looks like she’s just gotten out of the shower, her hair soaking wet and her body glistening in the fluorescent lighting. I see Simba jump into the bed, waiting for her to put on her pajamas.
She slides into the bed next to him, pulling the covers up to her shoulders. I watch her for another thirty minutes until I’m positive she is sound asleep. Turning the camera feed off, I get out of my truck and head over to the side of her house with the camera in one hand and a stool in the other. Her street is pretty dead. There are several vacant homes currently for sale, and there isn’t much foot or car traffic that comes down this street, so I’m not worried about getting caught, but I make quick work anyway.
Unfolding the step stool and positioning it, I climb up the steps to where the front side of the house meets the right side of the house, adjusting the camera angle to capture the entirety of her front door, as well as most of her front yard. There’s no way to avoid it this time.
I pull up the feed to the camera to ensure it is working properly, and when I’m satisfied, I pack up the stool and head back to my truck. I check the camera feed once more and see that she is still sleeping soundly, and then I close it and head back to my apartment, still thinking about how she felt with me buried deep inside her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Five years ago
“So, I hear you like to touch on little girls, Jason. And not just any little girl, but your own fucking daughter,” I spit at the man currently strapped to a table.
“N-n-n-no, please, man. I have no idea what you’re talking about!” he cries, tears and snot running down his face.
“No? Jason Butcher, 46, lives in Lexington, Kentucky, and is a mechanic at Wheel Be Alright Auto. Is that not you?” I ask.
“I m-m-mean, yeah. But I haven’t touched my daughter, man! Please, you have to believe me! She doesn’t know what she’s talking about! She’s only six!”
I slam my fist into his face before he has the chance to speak again, hearing the delicious sound of a breaking bone.
“FUCK. Please! Please, let me go! I promise I won’t do it again. I won’t touch her. I won’t say anything about this. I promise. Just please let me go.
A loud chuckle escapes me, and I stare at him dead in the eyes. “I’m sorry. No can do. You see, I’ve been hired to do a job. By your wife, actually. Like a good mother, she believed her daughter when she told her what happened. What you did to her. Now, while I know she would love to do this herself, she can’t. So that’s where I come in… She paid me pretty handsomely to take care of you, and I fully intend on keeping that promise.
His tear-streaked face suddenly turns stone-cold, and his body stills, no longer fighting his restraints. “Janet hired you?! That fucking BITCH. I should have killed her when I had the chance. Bitch has been testing my patience for years now. I never really wanted the little brat. All she did was fuck up my wife’s body. Ha, I’ve been fucking around on her for years. But when sweet little Macy turned six, I just knew…”
His words are cut off by the sounds of gargling. I watch Jason as he chokes on his own blood, the sight of the fresh slash across his throat bringing a smile to my face. I couldn’t stand another second of this monster’s ramblings. He’ll get what is coming to him in Hell.
As I watch the blood pool on top of the table, my phone suddenly vibrates, and I pull it from my pocket, checking the caller ID. When I see David’s name pop up, I answer it.
“Hey, David. What do you have for me?”
David is my right-hand man. Well, when it comes to the research aspect. He is the man who scours the dark web, looking for jobs for me to complete. I met him while scouring the dark web. I let him know what my intentions were, and he offered his tech services to the cause. He’s also been searching for my little lioness, but so far, he hasn’t come up with anything.
“I got her. She’s in a small town in Colorado called Cedar Valley. I’m sending you her address now. By the way, how’s it going with Jason?”
I grin, glancing over at the man currently lifeless on the table.
“He’s indisposed at the moment,” I say with a laugh.
