Chapter 14
Sunny
“Oh God,” he mutters under his breath, hiding his face in his own arms.
I can’t believe this.
I grab his throat and force him to look at me. “Tell me the truth. Are you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
Holy shit.
It’s too good to be true.
Xavier Caruso is actually a virgin?
“And here I was fucking your ass before your dick even had a chance.” I release him from my grip. “You should’ve told me.”
“Fuck, this is so embarrassing,” he says, trying to hide.
“No. This is perfect.” I grin. “That cock of yours has never felt what it’s like to be fucked by good pussy. I’m going to give you the best fucking orgasm you’ve ever had, and you’ll remember it for the rest of your goddamn life.”
I hover over him, and his body tenses up as I perch myself right above his hard-on.
“Please … let me touch you,” he begs.
I slowly lower myself on top of him, letting the tip slide in smoothly while I watch his face for that inevitable expression men always make when they’re on the brink of destruction.
“Yes, that’s it.”
“F-f-fuck,” he whimpers, his head falling back onto the grass from sheer pleasure.
I sink deeper and deeper, his thick cock still hard as a rock as I lean over to grab his wrists.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
When I’m all the way to the base, his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head, and another filthy-as-hell moan slips from his mouth.
“Fuck, so good,” he moans.
I chuckle. “Enjoy it while it lasts, stalker boy.”
I gyrate on top of him, enjoying myself to the fullest on his length, not giving a shit that I’m still covered in the blood of my victim.
My face is so close to his that I can feel his breath on my skin, the desire palpable even from here, and I lean in to give him the tiniest of pecks next to his lips. His mouth moves closer, searching permission, but I lean back to watch him struggle just a little longer.
He looks so pathetically cute when he yearns.
“Does the blood bother you?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No. It looks good on you.”
Charmer.
Smiling, I sit on his lap to circle around and around until I’m wet as fuck, then begin playing with myself right in front of him.
“You’ve never felt what it’s like to be fucked by a woman …” I murmur. “Have you even seen a woman come before?”
His eyes follow my every move as I flick my fingers back and forth across my most sensitive spot. “Only in porn.”
“It doesn’t compare to reality,” I reply, circling my slit. “You want this?”
He bites his lip, clearly excited as he throbs inside me. “Please …”
His hands rise, but I shove them back down onto the grass again. “No touching. I will teach you how to please me in due time.”
He gulps. “Teach me how?”
“You need to learn what it’s like to fuck a woman and make her happy. Because you definitely want me to be happy.”
It’s not just a warning. It’s a threat.
If I’m not happy, no one is. I’ll make sure of that.
I throw my hair back as I gyrate on top of him, and my fingers curl around my clit. “Now watch.”
My fingers slip back and forth in a circling motion, while my other hand slides up to my breast, and I squeeze my nipples. His dick throbs inside me, and I smile as he fights his own arousal.
“Please …” he groans. “Please, let me touch you.”
“Stay like a good boy,” I warn him.
He grumbles in frustration. “Fuck, you’re so sexy.”
“I know,” I reply. “But this isn’t for you, this is for me. If you’re gonna be my pet, better come prepared, Xavier. Your body is my toy. Mine. And I do with my toys whatever I desire.”
I rise and fall on top of his shaft, using it as my own goddamn personal fuck toy while I bring myself to a peak.
“Now feel what it’s like to be owned by a woman.”
I tilt my head back and plant one hand firmly on his chest while the orgasmic waves overflow me, and I let out a moan into the night sky filled with all the pent-up rage and arousal that kill and fuck left me in.
“Oh, shit, I could feel you, your pussy—” he moans, throbbing in response. “You came on my cock.”
“Of course, I did. It’s mine now,” I say, chuckling. “And now I want you to come for me.”
His eyes widen. “Again?”
I keep fucking him because I want to, because I can, because he’s still hard and mine to do with as I wish. “You heard me. Come. Deep inside me.”
“But that’s—”
“It’s not your fucking business where. When I tell you to come, you come.”
“I already came six times.”
“And you will do it again because I want you to,” I growl, gripping his nipples. “Now come for me, stalker boy.”
I twist his nipples until he yelps and his hips begin to flex.
“That’s it, fuck me,” I tell him.
His feet arch, knees lifting off the ground as he begins to move along with me to the rhythm of my hips, cock desperately thrusting inside. Each pump is more frenzied than the previous one, and I smile from the greed he’s displaying.
“Keep going, just like that,” I say, toying with his nipples.
He fucks me like a madman. “Fuck, it’s so sensitive.”
I giggle. “Wasn’t expecting it to feel this good?”
“I don’t know if I can—”
“Yes. You. Can.” Each word is another twist to the nips until he’s crying out in pain.
I bring my hand up to his lips, forcing them apart, and I shove two fingers into his mouth. “Suck.”
His tongue circles my fingers as I fuck him like he’s a dead man walking.
“Can you taste me?”
He nods, spiraling out of control, eyes like those of a wild animal, and I take him harder and faster until he’s nearly reached the edge.
“Now fill me up with all that cum,” I growl. “Do it. Come for me.”
He strains against the ropes holding him down, practically choking on my fingers as they go deeper into his throat, while I make sure he buries all those inches deep inside me.
The groan that emanates from deep within his chest is fantastic and makes me gloat as he comes so hard his body physically convulses, and his fingers twitch along with his pulsing hard-on.
I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Good boy.” The blush still manages to creep onto his cheeks as I pull my fingers from his mouth. “Now tell me how that felt.”
“Incredible.”
I chuckle with glee and slowly lift myself off his dripping length, watching him suffer in silence as if his body has been completely laid to waste, ravaged, left spent and undone.
A perfectly finished-off male.
Just as I like to see them.
I play with his flaccid dick just for the fun of it, while he twitches and tries to roll.
“Please … I’m done for,” he murmurs.
“Oh no, you didn’t think I was finished, did you?” I tilt my head and smile as I pull out my lipstick and put it on. “This dick is mine now.”
I lean in and press a kiss onto his neck, and he whimpers in response, so I flick the limp flesh between his legs for good measure.
“You’ve been a very good boy, Xavier. But I need you to understand that I will punish you if you’re not. Do not ever get in the way of a kill. Do you understand?”
He drops his head back onto the muddy ground. “God …”
I squeeze his dick. “What?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he squeaks.
I smirk. “Good. But you can call me your God if you prefer, since I’m the one who finally gave you a real purpose in life.”
I release his dick from my grasp and get off the ground, then zip myself back into my outfit.
He sits up. “What purpose?”
I laugh. “Don’t you get it yet? You’re my boy toy now. And when my pussy is wet, it’s going to need a cock to play with … and an ass to fuck.”
The dizzy look on his face slowly evaporates.
I pull his own knife out of the bag and tuck it into the palm of his hand. “Free yourself. Then clean up your stuff. Leave the body. Just like a good boy would.” I gently slap his face before I saunter off. “TTYL.”
Xavier
After I finally manage to cut through the ropes, I lie motionless on the grass, completely drained of all my energy. Rain slowly begins to pitter-patter down on my face, and I soak it all in, trying to gather the energy to stand.
Am I in purgatory? Because it sure feels like it after what she did to me.
Never in my life could I have imagined Sunny fucking Reed would toy with me like that.
I have never, ever come that many times in a row.
Though I gotta admit, jerking off with your own hand feels like a speck of dust compared to her scorching fingers. And to think she didn’t even touch me all that much. Just a flick, and I was done for.
It was that fucking easy.
And I am that fucking enamored with her.
Another drop of rain tumbles down on my face, and I wipe it off, then lick it off the tip of my fingers. Not just because I’m so fucking thirsty I could swallow a whole damn ocean right about now but also because my lips still taste like her fingers and the wetness between her thighs.
Fuck, if only I could bottle up her taste and keep it forever.
She’s a raging firestorm.
Gone before I even realize it.
And my body fucking aches like nothing else.
I sit up straight, but my ass still tingles, so I crawl off the ground and immediately zip up, still completely out of breath. She sure did a number on me.
I glance at the body slumped over in the chair, blood dripping down his chest. I should definitely call my mom’s men and have them pick up the body to burn it, but if I did, Sunny would probably dump me in the same fire.
Something gnaws at the back of my mind while I pick up all the tools she used and chuck them back into my bag to erase any and all evidence of my assistance. All that’s left is the marking on his skin. Her lip print.
Why does she want him to be found?
Does she want to be caught?
I pause and stare at the bloodied ground along with the sickening mess we left, pride filling my bones. We did that, and whoever he was deserved every ounce of her wrath.
I just hope one day she trusts me enough to tell me why she’s on this path of no return … so I can tell her I will be there with her every step of the way.
When I finally get back to my room in the Tartarus House, I throw all my clothes in the garbage and step under the shower for a much-needed cold wash.
I feel like I’ve been pulled through the wringer and run over by a truck simultaneously.
But I know it was my own choice to follow her and watch her kill.
I just never thought she’d actually catch me …
and that she’d make all my dreams come true.
I suck in a breath as I turn off the shower and dry myself off, but the stains of what I’ve just done won’t come off. They’re imprinted in my brain.
I throw myself down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling.
I’m totally losing my mind.
Completely and utterly losing my mind to this woman.
This woman who turns my world on its axis.
Closing my eyes doesn’t help to evade her presence.
She exists in every corner of my mind, every waking thought, and every filthy fucking dream I ever had.
Even tonight.
Bright sunlight illuminates my giant boner through the blanket.
Another dream about her fingers all over my body flashes through my mind, and I gulp from the desire pulsating through me.
The memory is still so fresh, I can still feel her running her fingertips all over my length with that evil smile on her face, forcing me to beg with just her eyes alone, and fuck me, I’m already so damn hard I could beg for it again.
Her greed for more of me turns me on so much, and I thought that if I complied, that yearning wouldn’t control me as much … but it’s only been heightened even more.
I groan in frustration as my pre-cum oozes out, and I lower my pants so my hard-on can spring free. My hand wraps around the shaft, and I stroke myself faster with each passing second, rubbing myself to a new climax so I can stop feeling so horny all the time.
But fuck me, I can’t stop thinking about those beautiful tits, those hands, those thighs and hips, and that delicious fucking pussy riding me.
I thrust into my palm. The desire for more is running rampant, and I jerk off like I haven’t come in days, arching my back, tilting my head against the pillow as I close my eyes and picture her on top of me, forcing me into submission.
I groan out loud as my climax washes over me.
WHAM!
The door slams open, and I squeak in blissful agony and embarrassment as I sit up, looking straight into Orion’s eyes while still spurting.
“Holy shit,” he mutters.
I grab the pillow from underneath my head and cover my hard-on with it, but it’s too late because I’m still leaking and flushed as hell.
“What the fuck!” I growl, and I grab the other pillow beside me to throw it at him.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you while you were enjoying yourself.” He giggles, taking a peek while my dick is still hard.
Another ruined orgasm, wasted.
And Orion is looking at it like he enjoys what he sees. “Nice cock. Were you thinking of a certain someone?” He wriggles his brows.
“That’s none of your fucking business,” I retort, as the heat rises to my cheeks. “Jesus Christ, man, ever heard of knocking?”
“Fine. It was urgent, okay?” he says, tucking his curly blond locks behind his ear.
“What’s so urgent that you gotta interrupt me mid-jerk?” I bark.
“The police are here on campus because a student found a body in Priory woods right outside the gates of Spine Ridge.” He shrugs. “And since you aided Sunny in killing, I just thought you should know.”