9. Chapter Nine
Chapter nine
G etting the first taste of my Little Virgin next to such a beautiful kill of mine was such an enticing tease. I watched her run back to the chapel, her squeaks and heavy breathing letting me know exactly where she was.
I resisted the urge to hunt her here and now. My blood was vibrating along with my cock. Every beat of my heart had me pulsating harder. She needed to be on her knees, taking my come down her fucking throat. She was going to pay for leaving me to teeter on the edge of soiling my pants.
“I can hear you so easily, Little Virgin. You need to learn to quiet your footsteps and control your breathing,” I taunted in a dangerous whisper, my fingertips gliding along the maze wall on the opposite side of where she ran.
The squeaks and curses calmed, and I followed her trail in the snow through the maze, keeping one path away from her at all times. She was nearly back to the chapel. I detoured around the hedge, making my way to the exit near the church, but just far enough outside of it that she would run right into me.
I waited, unzipping my pants and preparing to feel her mouth, my cock in hand. I couldn’t hear her footsteps anymore. She was heeding my warning and took it to heart.
I listened to the air around me, trying to follow her breathing. She was quiet. Intrigue filled me, and I let go of my dick long enough to cut around the corner and search for her.
A damn woman was leading her out of the maze, back to the church. It was the other girl from my class. I growled, watching the women walk back into the place of ‘worship.’
“Fuck,” I barked, jerking my dick with angry pulls.
I envisioned her fearful eyes and open mouth.
“Are you ready, Little Virgin?” I panted to the still air around me, the image of her pouty lips so potent I groaned again. My illusion of her was that she was on her knees before me, and I stared down at her pretty face.
“I should make you beg like a whore to taste me,” I said, smashing my hand down repeatedly. “You naughty brat.”
Continuing to stroke my cock from tip to base, I had to use my other hand to steady myself against the shrubbery. Perhaps she would come back, and I could claim her then.
Her perfect bare pussy flashed in my mind. The images of her on my phone were as tangible as they were in reality. Her innocence begged for my corruption. I was all too happy to give her every single drop of the darkness inside me when she stopped fucking running.
That tease of her heat burned on my hand, and I could still smell her on my fingers. I spit on my cock, and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the wall of the maze.
“Soon, my Little Virgin,” I grunted, opening my eyes to stare in the direction she fled. “Soon, I will own you in every fucking way. You are mine. And before you succumb to your fate, I will show you the true meaning of divinity .”
The snow was coated in my come, and I watched for a second as it dripped down my hands and blended into the light trails of blood from before.
To have to degrade myself like this was ridiculous. It had my blood boiling. I walked back to the building, keeping away from windows and letting the cold air sober me. I arrived at the back door and made a silent entry.
I was near the stage area, the lifted platform used for sermons and the like. There was holy water toward the back, and I dipped my hands inside the bowl, using the sacred crap to clean my body of the blood from the deer and her.
I knew deep down that I could not simply scrub away the infuriating addictive quality, but I dared to fucking try.
“There you are, Maddox! Lord in heaven, I need you in line for the auction. Why are you hiding back here? I swear, boy, you are nothing like your father.”
I finished wiping off my face. “Thank fuck for that.”
The priest held his heart and gasped while I pushed past him and made my way to the front, stepping in line with the other professors.
Father Demarco walked out of the back, adjusting his collar and clearing his throat.
“Very well. The auction will commence. Thank you to our charitable sponsors, the Valentines, and the Benefactor founding families. They have brought this conclusion today for us. May we bow our heads in thanks.”
While everyone dropped their heads in silent prayer, I searched the room for my Little Virgin. She had changed from that delicious outfit. Now, she had simple clothing covering her, and her hair was wet. She’d probably washed off the blood in the bathroom.
Her friend was still beside her, and I refrained from growling at the bitch. She would be next on my list for interfering.
I couldn’t take the chance to hunt again so soon after last night.
News had spread this morning of the missing student, and everyone feasted on the meat that was set up in the buffet area of the church, effectively eliminating any evidence that remained.
I had cleared the body to be certain. Setting up the doe in the tree was a distraction that none other than my nosy Little Virgin had found. She was an anomaly. Scared as she was, she constantly faced her fear when it came to saving another.
Will you be so brave when it is you that I chase?
I chuckled to myself, and her eyes sprung up to meet my own. She knew I was dangerous, yet her stubborn nature would still have her ‘buying’ me today. I waited for the auction mumbo to shut up and continue with the heart of the charity.
We were being ‘sold’ to the highest bidder—to be their ‘Valentine’ for an entire weekend.
The strike of midnight ended the arrangement on Valentine’s Day. Too bad for Vivian. Her soul would be owned at that time by the Divine.
“And so we are onto one of our most popular buys…” The priest touted all the past auctions of the thousands spent on me alone.
I wondered if Vivian could afford me.
I set everything up for the Divine to distract the usual buyers. They were not in attendance, and I hoped that this allowed my Little Virgin to succumb to her desires…so I could divulge my own.
“Starting the bid at one hundred dollars, who bids this fine specimen, Maddox Valentine?”
The auction started, and random numbers were shouted while I was spun around like some prized horse.
“That’s three hundred! Can I hear four?”
“Four!”
Over and over, the money rose to nearly one thousand. I looked at my Little Virgin. She kept her head down, not even looking at me.
Did I push her too far?
“Ten thousand.” Everyone gasped and looked around the room for the bidder. It wasn’t my Little Virgin, but her friend beside her.
The priest balked, stuttering and clearing his throat.
“I-I have ten thousand! Ten thousand, going once…twice…”
No…
“Sold for ten thousand dollars! Maddox Valentine goes to…what’s your name dear?”
The female looked at my Little Virgin with a smile. “Vivian Valentine.”
Vivian gasped as the crowd applauded. I was silently relieved that I wasn’t forced to kill her friend and waste time I could spend on my chase with my own little white deer.
I was a gift?
Demarco gripped my arm and held me in the front of the stage, waiting for Vivian to walk up and ‘claim’ me.
“What a turn of events. Enjoy your prize, dearie.” Vivian cringed when he winked at her but tentatively reached forward to accept my hand.
I smiled at her, being a good boy. The female, Teagan, was stifling her laughter when we sat beside her.
“What are you going to do for my girl? You were quite expensive, so I expect you to wine and dine her.”
I thought about that.
Should I give Vivian a good show of gentlemanly kindness before destroying her?
“But of course,” I said with a smile. “I have a lot in store for her.”
Vivian didn’t look at me. She made a habit of keeping her gaze on anything else. That was irritating. I wanted to see her eyes. I gripped her face in my hands, pulling her forward and laying a soft kiss on her lips. She froze in my grip, and fuck me if her turning to stone didn’t make me rock hard all over again.
Teagan looked between us and coughed before walking elsewhere. After a second, Vivian blinked and pulled her face away from me. Her cheeks flamed when she realized everyone was looking at us.
“Well, master,” I said teasingly. “What do you require of me first? Carry your books when you return home? Open doors for you when one arrives?” My voice lowered to a seductive growl. “Or do you prefer I make you come so hard you soak my hands again?”
Vivian gasped and smacked my chest, hopping off the pews and fucking running away yet again. I chuckled and stood to follow her, but I got caught by a group of salty professors who wanted to ‘congratulate’ me.
“I mean, really. Isn’t ten thousand a bit excessive, even for you, Mads?”
I laughed at the photography professor. “Oh, it’s for charity, Bradford. Calm down. Don’t be so worked up. I am sure the ten dollars spent on you will be used wisely. Perhaps purchasing tape for my banners.”
The professor stiffened, and I took that chance to pull away from the crowd and search for where my Little Virgin scurried off.
How is she always getting away?
I was constantly perfecting my hunting skills, yet still, she was the one to elude me.
I walked out of the chapel using the front door this time. I heard a lot of chatter from students as they stumbled through the maze and found their exits. I tried to hone my hearing in for her husky voice. Her lovely rasp was not so distant…there she was. She was chastising her friend, who was laughing in turn.
“Why did you do that?” she said exasperatedly.
“Oh, c’mon. You talked about him so often! I thought I was doing you a favor. What’s wrong? How do you expect to strip him naked and have that sweet revenge, babe?”
She wants me naked? Interesting. Yes, Little Virgin, what is wrong?
“That was before…” her voice faded out, and I continued forward, trying to place it again.
“Before what?” her friend said.
“He…we—I…Never mind.”
I chuckled, finally close enough to see my Little Virgin, that oversized shirt, falling past her wrists that she hid behind while trying to cover her mouth.
“Vivian Valentine,” I said casually. “Where ever do you think you’re going?”
Vivian looked at me, fear sparking in her bright eyes. “I—Why are you following me?”
I chuckled, walking up to her and her friend, letting my hand trail their cheeks. “I can be a good boy and make good on my promises.”
Vivian blushed and pulled away. Her friend laughed.
“Come now, Little Virgin. I have made preparations for us tonight.”
Her eyes narrowed, and she stood a little straighter. “Why? Why would you assume I was going to buy you?”
I shrugged. “Call it fate.”
Vivian shook her head, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair. “You and your stupid fate. Sorry to disappoint you ‘Mads,’ but I am not interested. Go fuck yourself with a pinecone.”
She turned her back to me, walking away. I grabbed her shoulder and swung her around, spinning her right back to my chest.
In her ear, I whispered, making sureonly she could hear. “Your little friend may have bought me, Little Virgin…but you will soon find out that you are my slave.”
She gasped, and I let her spin out of my grip this time. My point was made. In her panicked movements, I grabbed the phone out of her shirt pocket. She would be looking for this.
“Oh, Little Virgin, before you go, here is the address where I will be this evening. In case you need me, of course.”
She glared at me, irritation and that heated flush covering her freckled cheeks. Staring at my outstretched hand, she narrowed her eyes at me before snatching the paper from between my fingers. It left a paper cut. The red of my blood dripped into the snow.
When she saw the droplets, she looked directly into my eyes and smiled. I couldn’t help but watch her leave with a grin of my own. This woman loved to watch me bleed, but she didn’t know how much I would revel in each droplet I would soon spill from her.