Page 4 of In Too Deep

“Just as I said. Things will change. Don’t you want more, Juno? Don’t you ever get tired of being told you know enough?” I ask him. He stops carving up the girl’s back long enough to look at me.

“I do. I know asking my father would get me nowhere, and yours sure as hell isn’t going to tell us anything.”

“Then we find out ourselves.”

“Are you insane?”

“I carve women up for a living. I’m obviously insane, Juno.”

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Dark hair, blue eyes. It’s such an unusual combination. Dark and light. Those are two things that don’t often go together. Like me. The grey area in between. I wonder what she would look like with my work all over her body. Would she be as appealing as she is now? What would she see when she looked at me? The monster I am because of what I do? Or the monster I am because of what I look like? Either way, she wouldn’t see me for me. No one does. Not even Juno.

She walks across campus, her jeans hugging her curves in all the right places. I can’t stop watching her. There’s something … different about her. I watch as she climbs into the car, and I start mine. She pulls out onto the street, and I follow just far enough behind her she won’t notice me.

I follow her to her house, which she shares with her friends. But are they really her friends? I see the fake smile she plasters on her face, trying to appease them. They don’t see her. Not the way I do.

When she climbs out of the car, I do the same. I walk down the sidewalk and around the side of the house to her window. The shade is broken in one spot, allowing me a glimpse of her. I wait. I wait until she walks in, closing the door behind her and dropping her bag onto the desk before pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it to the side. Black bra. I know there are black panties beneath her jeans. It is her favorite color, after all.

She walks to the bathroom, denying me the ability to see her. Anger claws at my insides. After a few minutes, she returns with a towel wrapped around her body and another in her hand, drying her hair. She tosses the one in her hand before looking at herself in the mirror. She raises her hand to her face, running her fingers along her lips before growing angry. Then she grabs her face in her hand and claws at her flesh while screaming. She knows no one else is home to hear her. That’s the only reason she does it.

When she stops screaming and pulls her hand away from her face, you can see the angry red marks she made. Never deep enough to stay there for long, but deep enough to satisfy her. I tilt my head to the side and study her. She isn’t small. She’s probably five foot nine to my six foot three. It’s the perfect height if you ask me.

She slowly drops the towel, and that’s when her body is fully displayed for me. I bite my lip because she’s perfect. She isn’t stick thin. She has curves and a belly. Everything a so-called ‘perfect girl’ doesn’t have, she does. And to me, that’s perfect. She stares at herself in the mirror, turning sideways to look at herself. I see the hate, the disgust. They want her to be perfect. They want her to be stick thin, and I know she sometimes starves herself to be just that.

“You’re so fucking ugly!” She screams at the mirror. If only she knew how beautiful she truly is. There are days I wish I could tell her. I wish I could talk to her, but that isn’t an option, not in my world.

With a sigh, she walks over and sits on the edge of her bed, pulling her vibrator from the drawer beside her bed. I watch in fascination as she turns it on and lays back on the bed. When she spreads her legs, I groan. I watch her slip the vibrator in her pussy and work it in and out. That vibrator has nothing on a real man who could make her feel real things. She arches her back as she slowly pulls it out and circles her clit with the glistening tip. I can’t pull my eyes off her and how she moves and writhes.

I reach for the zipper on my jeans and pull my hard cock out in my hand. Stroking it, I watch her get off as I do the same. No, it’s her that’s getting me off. It’s been her for as long as I’ve been stalking her.

I tug at my cock as she begins to pant and moan. I bite my fucking lip to keep myself from groaning too loudly and risking the chance of her seeing me out here.

I keep stroking myself as she gets herself closer to orgasm. Then she lets go, crying out as her body trembles. I come hard, shooting my seed on the side of the house as I keep my eyes on her. I know I could make her come harder than that. I could make her feel more than that. But she isn’t the type to let me do as I please. She isn’t the type I fuck. She’s everything I can’t have, and it would do me well to remember that.

I tuck my cock back into my pants and zip them as I hear her front door slam. I know the others are coming home now, and the chances of me getting caught are higher, so I sneak back around and down the street to my car. I climb in and start it up, pulling out onto the road when my cell rings. I press the button on the radio and answer.

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?” my father’s voice comes over the line.

“Out. Why?”

“You left Bellmont?”

“I am allowed to leave, aren’t I?” He sighs into the line.

“You are. I have work for you to do, Ares.”

“What kind of work? I’ve already dealt with the Gambina woman,” I tell him.

“You did?” he asks, sounding surprised.

“She was there, I handled her. I didn’t see the point in waiting. She’s in the basement with the others,” I tell him as I pull over at the local liquor store. I put the car in park, waiting for him to tell me the reason for his call.

“Very well then. You’re free until Thursday.”

“Who are we picking up Thursday?” I ask.

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