Obsession (Raven’s Vale Psychos #1

Chapter Two

Riot

I stared at Hollis’ trembling form, savoring the fear tainting the air around her. It was thick and heady like the scent of freshly spilled blood. I circled her, smiling as she trembled. Defenseless. And mine.

“Let’s make this a bit more… interesting, shall we, little mouse?” I grabbed her by the arm and forced her to meet my gaze. “You have a choice, Hollis. You can either let me carve my art into your soft skin… or…”

She tensed, her eyes darkening as fear overtook her. I leaned in, breathing in her scent and flicking my tongue out to trace the line of her jaw.

“Or you can be a good girl and accept my hospitality.”

“Wh-what… what do you want from me?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her na?vety. “I want to see you squirm, dollface. To watch as you drown in the filth and depravity that lies just below your pretty surface. So, what’ll it be? My knife or my… company?”

I could practically see her thoughts scroll across her face as she contemplated her options. Tears slipped down her cheeks, and I knew she’d made her choice. “Fine. I-I’ll… I’ll… accept your… hospitality.”

“Good girl.” I dragged her into the mansion I shared with Crash and Kane. Up the stairs and down the hall to my room. Slamming the door shut behind us, I stared at her in anticipation. “Now, strip.”

She seemed paralyzed with fear at first, then slowly began to obey. Once she stood completely bare, I let my gaze trace over every inch of her curves. My cock became rock hard behind my zipper, and I couldn’t wait to make her mine.

I trailed my hand down her spine and over her hip. Fear rolled off her as I unbuckled my belt and slid down the zipper on my jeans. “Beg me.”

She shook her head, and I heard a whimper escape her. Looked like my little mouse wasn’t going to play nicely. But she was new to this, so I’d make an allowance or two.

“Beg me,” I repeated.

“Please… don’t hurt me.”

“Say it,” I demanded.

“S-screw you,” she said.

I grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back so our eyes met. “Careful, pet. I can make this feel a whole lot worse.”

Defeated, she muttered, “Fine. Use me. Just… Don’t hurt me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. No one had ever defied me the way she did. Not and lived to talk about it. And yet, here she stood, still unblemished.

“Your spirit won’t do you any favors. It only makes me want to beat it out of you.”

I dragged her, naked and trembling, over to my bed. The door opened, and I cursed as I glanced over at Crash and Kane.

“Did you bring a toy home?” Crash asked. “Last time you killed your sacrifice in the streets. But it looks like you want to play with this one a little more.”

“Get the fuck out,” I said, turning back to Hollis.

I heard the door shut, and knew they’d listened. For now, anyway.

“You won’t find mercy here, Hollis. Not from the likes of us.” I secured handcuffs around her wrists, shackling her to my bed. “So tell me. Are you a virgin? Will I be the first one to fuck your tight little pussy?”

Her face flushed and she looked away. I forced her to keep her gaze on me. The way she didn’t want to answer told me plenty.

“You’ve been touched by others?” Jealousy ripped through me, and a red haze settled over my vision. I wanted them. They needed to pay for touching what was mine. “Tell me, Hollis, who else has had the pleasure of defiling you?”

Hollis gasped for breath, her face flushed with humiliation. “N-no one. I-I swear, it was just my toy… and… and a few times… I-I mean, I was desperate, all right? I had no choice!”

My grip on her throat tightened. “Clarify ‘I had no choice.’”

Hollis’ eyes watered as I released her throat and pressed my forearm against it, applying more pressure. “A few men. I was desperate and needed money. They paid me to suck them off.”

I could barely contain my rage as I hauled my hand back and slapped her across the face. Red bloomed on her cheek and tears leaked from her eyes. “No fucking excuses! Who? Where?”

Her resolve seemed to crumble. “Alleys, public bathrooms. I sucked them off and they paid me because I was starving, okay?”

“I asked who, Hollis.”

“Randy Gilbert, Matt Hayes, and Rusty West. Are you satisfied now?”

“I’m going to fuck you, Hollis. And when I’m done, you’ll know what it means to belong to me.”

I stood and stripped out of my clothes. She paled as she watched me, and yet, I noticed a flicker of heat in her eyes. She might say she didn’t want this, might even fear me to some extent, but she couldn’t deny she wanted me. I stroked my cock as I looked down at her.

“Spread your legs,” I said. Her cheeks turned even redder as she obeyed me. “That’s it. Show me that pretty pussy.”

I worked on my cock until I came all over her, my cum covering her lower belly and dripping between her thighs. Putting my dick away, I fastened my pants and leaned down over Hollis.

“I’m going to go take care of a few things and I’ll be back. Be a good girl and don’t cause trouble. You won’t like it if Crash and Kane come in here while I’m gone. Understood?”

She nodded and remained silent.

I stormed out of the house and hit the streets, searching for the vermin who had dared to touch her. One by one, I hunted them down.

Randy Gilbert was easy enough. I found him balls-deep in a whore, fucking her against a building. Walking up behind him, I slit his throat, the blood spraying the whore’s face. She screamed and as his body fell to the pavement, she didn’t even bother lowering her dress before she took off running.

Rusty West was next. I kicked the drunk fucker’s leg, trying to get his attention from where he’d sprawled outside the liquor store. He blinked up at me and saluted with a mostly empty bottle of cheap booze.

“You had the audacity to touch what wasn’t yours,” I said.

“Whatcha talkin’ ’bout?” he asked, his words slurring.

“Hollis Crane. You put your filthy dick inside her. Now I have to cut it off.” At my words, he paled and began to sputter as he tried to get away. Drunk off his ass, it wasn’t like he was getting anywhere fast.

Yanking him to his feet, I dragged him into the closest alley and shoved him against the side of the building. Using my knife, I sliced open his pants, and snarled at the pathetic lump of meat hanging between his legs. With one quick move, I hacked it off, letting it flop to the ground at our feet.

He screamed and squealed as blood gushed down his thighs. “That’s for touching what didn’t belong to you.”

I stood back, watching as he slumped to the ground. It took a while, but the light began to fade in his eyes. Soon, death claimed him.

Two down. One to go.

Matt Hayes was harder to find. Snug in his bed at home. I typically didn’t barge into people’s houses. I left them with the false sense of security the four walls gave them. In this case, I’d make an exception.

I broke the knob and entered the house, marveling at the fact the bastard hadn’t bothered to lock a deadbolt or even put a chain across the door. He was making this far too easy. Creeping through his home, I found him in bed, with either his wife or girlfriend. I pressed the blade of my knife to his neck.

“Time to pay for your crimes, Matt Hayes,” I said.

The woman gasped and sat up in bed, staring at me in terror. Matt was a little slower to rouse, and when he finally spied me leaning over him, he gave a shout and tried to scramble away. For the sheer amusement of it, I let him go, nearly laughing as he threw the woman my way.

“Don’t kill me,” she pleaded.

“I’m not here for you. I’m only here for him,” I said, following after Matt. Once I caught up to him, I made quick work of ending his miserable life. I sliced his wrists, his femoral artery, and then cut his throat. I left him dying on his kitchen floor and left as quietly as I’d arrived.

One last stop before returning home. I couldn’t very well be jealous of a piece of machinery Hollis had used to get herself off, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t find a use for it. Getting into her apartment was easy since someone had broken down her door.

Everything remained as she’d left it. Not a thing out of place except some dirty clothes. I rifled through her bedroom, dumping her dresser drawers on the floor. Pausing a moment, I realized she’d have no clothes to wear except what she’d had on earlier. I picked up a handful of things and shoved them into a duffle I found in her closet. The nightgown I’d seen her in before, a few pairs of panties and bras, three pairs of jeans, and a modest selection of shirts. It wasn’t like I planned to let her leave my room anytime soon. Perhaps one day I’d trust her enough to let her loose. But only after I knew for certain she’d come right back.

I didn’t know what was so different about Hollis. Never in my life had I ever wanted to keep someone. It wasn’t like she was a pet, and I’d never had one. I didn’t get attached to people or things. There might have been a time when I was a child I’d tried to hold onto things, but it had been so long ago I didn’t remember it very clearly. I’d done my best to wipe my childhood from my mind. The only things I’d kept since then were my journals, mostly because I didn’t want anyone getting their hands on all my inner thoughts and my exact number of kills.

Finally finding the toy in her bedside table drawer, I tossed it into the bag as well, and the bottle of lube sitting beside it, then made my way back to the mansion.

* * *

Hollis cowered against the headboard, her eyes wide with fear. I liked that. Fear. Respect. I demanded it all.

“They’re gone now. Only you and me left.”

She didn’t reply, merely stared at me. I held up the toy, “And as for this, I’ll think of a use for it.”

Her cheeks flushed a shade of crimson that I swore even the shadows couldn’t hide. “I… it’s not what you think. I haven’t had it very long.”

“Long enough. Did you bleed when you used it?” I asked.

She nodded slowly. Christ! She’d popped her own damn cherry with a hunk of plastic.

“Mouth. Pussy. Both already used.” I leaned into her space. “Then I guess that leaves your virgin ass.”

She gasped but seemed to be frozen in shock. Or perhaps something else. Heat bloomed across her cheeks, making her face even redder, and her eyes darkened. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, and I knew I’d turned her on with my words.

My cock pulsed with need, and I wasn’t sure how patient I could be. I’d enjoyed the screams and pleas of my victims for decades. Even when I’d been arrested, I’d never confessed to all my crimes. If I had, they’d have known I started killing people when I was only eight. My first victim had been a woman who’d decided to crawl into my sleeping bag one night. I had no idea where my father had been. Possibly fucking one of the moms on the trip. That one kill had opened a door that had been firmly shut until then. Once I’d started, I didn’t want to stop.

I’d run and she’d chased after me. Little did she realize I’d had a knife on me. Once we were far enough away no one would hear her scream, I’d sliced the bitch. Not once. Not twice. I’d hacked at her until she was unrecognizable.

By the time her body had been found weeks later, animals had eaten most of her. No one had ever been able to trace her disappearance to me, and they never would.

“You’re scared of me, aren’t you, Hollis?” I asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl. Keep being truthful with me. Even though you’re scared, you feel something else too, right?”

She slowly nodded. I stared at her breasts, smiling as the nipples hardened under my gaze.

Reaching down, I pinched one of the hard nubs between my fingers, giving it a twist. She cried out, her body bucking. I gave it a sharp tug, making her scream in pain. There it was. That’s what I needed.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and joined her on the bed. Using the lube I’d swiped from her apartment, I coated two fingers and slid them inside her pussy, pumping them in and out. She thrashed under me, her body tensing. Drawing her knees up, she tried to escape my grasp.

“Uh-uh. I don’t think so. You agreed to give yourself to me in exchange for not dying. Remember?” I twisted my fingers and drove them into her deeper. “That means every inch of you is now mine. Don’t worry, Hollis. You’ll soon be begging me to fuck you.”

She shook her head, but her body betrayed her. I felt her pussy grip me tighter, then the heat of her release. Easing my fingers from her body, I lubed the toy and slid it in. A flat section fit over her clit, and I turned the vibrations on high.

Tears slipped down her cheeks as she came again, her body twisting and contorting, as if it were too much for her to handle. Settling over her, I used my body to keep her still. After her fourth orgasm, she started to plead with me.

“Please, Riot. I can’t… I can’t take any more.”

“You’ll take whatever I give you and ask for more. Understood?”

She nodded and gazed up at me. Her eyes looked so beautiful, and I leaned down to kiss her. I’d never wanted to taste a woman’s lips before. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and I fought the urge to devour her. She whimpered softly, and her body became pliant under me.

Using the lube, I slicked my finger again and toyed with the tight hole between her ass cheeks. She tensed for a moment, until another orgasm hit, and it relaxed her enough I was able to slide my finger inside her. I worked it in and out, before adding a second one.

I’d thrived on pain for so long, but hearing her cry out in pleasure was even more enticing. My cock had pre-cum leaking from the tip as I leaned back and sat on my knees. Lifting her legs over my arms, I spread her open. The toy continued to buzz on her clit and inside her, driving her crazy. With a gentle push, I worked my dick inside her ass, nearly biting off my tongue as I struggled to maintain control of myself.

Once she’d taken all of me, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. Driving into her with long, deep thrusts, I took what I needed. I fucked her until sweat slicked our skin, and she’d come twice more. The next time her ass clenched down on my cock, I pumped load after load of cum into her.

“Next time, I’m filling your pussy,” I said, reaching down to turn off the toy. I eased it from her body before pulling my cock out of her. Heading into the bathroom, I washed the toy and myself. When I returned to Hollis, she’d fallen asleep, hands cuffed over her head.

I locked the bedroom door and released the cuffs. Massaging her wrists, I noticed they were already starting to bruise. I eased her over to the side of the bed and refastened the cuffs, putting her in a more comfortable position. Then I curled my body around hers and shut my eyes.

It was my first time sleeping with a woman in my bed, but oddly enough, I didn’t mind it so much.