Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HIM
“This ain’t for you, sweetheart,” I called out from the other side of the door. I groaned as I gave my dick another slow tug.
It was for me, for whoever’s pussy I was fucking, for whoever’s throat I’d be slicing afterwards. This wasn’t for her. For those sounds she was making when she’d slipped a hand into her skimpy little shorts.
I’d felt her watching me. And I’d let her do it for a while too. I’d been at Briarwood long enough to not give a damn whether or not I had an audience. That didn’t mean I was gonna let her get off scot-free for spying on me.
I actually kinda liked the idea of her touching herself while she was thinking about me until she had to go ruin it by making noise.
I punched a fist in to the tiled wall, my knuckles cracking back open on impact.
I’d been so fucking close and now I had to start all over again.
It wasn’t easy to get there when all I had was the memory of a still pussy to help me.
Never did have that vivid of an imagination.
Which was probably why I had such a large body count.
Take that how you want it. It worked both ways.
My limp dick twitched in my palm, reminding me I’d failed him too. Jerking off was really more of a 50/50 shot with me, and right now those odds were in the house’s favor.
I dipped my head back under the showerhead, closing my eyes and cursing God and Satan just the same.
Neither had done a thing for me. Then I twisted the faucet into the off position, grabbed a towel from the rack, stepped over a puddle of blood still leaking from the tub, and stomped out of the bathroom.
Not stopping till I was standing bare-assed in the doorway of her bedroom again.
She flinched like I was gonna hit her, and I rolled my eyes.
The damsel in distress act was getting real fucking old.
Mostly because I liked it, and it annoyed me that I liked it.
I didn’t want to like her. I didn’t want to feel a certain way when she cowered in front of me.
I wanted to hate her enough to kill her.
To get that high I felt afterwards, like I was fucking invincible.
It was hard to feel invincible when you felt like you were kicking a puppy.
I crouched down to meet her at eye level, seeing as she had backed herself into a wall and followed it to the floor, my dick hanging between my thighs as the towel just barely clung to my waist. One quick movement and that would be on the floor too.
“Did ya like what ya saw, Jules?” I lifted a brow at her.
She hesitated before shaking her head.
“Fucking liar.” I grinned and tugged her to her feet. Her wrists were oozing, and she probably needed antibiotics or something. But she was a nurse. I was sure she could figure that out on her own. “I can smell your pussy from here. You were turned on.”
“I was… No, I wasn’t. I’m not a… I’m not a sexual predator or anything, am I?” She was rambling again. “Oh my god! I am! I’m a predator… A deviant… I should—”
I reached out an arm and clamped my palm flat against her mouth.
“Don’t. Don’t do that shit. Don’t play victim or that’s all you’ll ever be.
” I stepped forward, pressing her against the wall and shifting my hand from her lips to brush her cheek.
“Unless that’s what you wanted all along.
You wanna be my victim, Nurse Keller? You wanna stand here helpless while I do everything I came in here to do before I found your ass in that tub? ”
And just like that, my cock had risen to the occasion. Ready to fuck this woman into the drywall. Ready to tear her in two. Ready to fold her into unnatural angles she’d never come back from.
She didn’t say a word—thank fuck—as I wrapped a hand around the base and gave my cock a quick stroke.
Hyperfocused on her face, on her wide eyes, on the way she didn’t move.
Working myself up to the point of no return.
I thrusted into my palm, grazing her hip with each back-and-forth motion and making her head thump against the wall.
I grunted and I groaned. And I cursed and I hissed.
My calves aching and my breath ghosting against her skin.
I shifted my mouth closer to her lips until I was prying it open.
Forcing my tongue inside and tasting a hint of blood from where her teeth had broken through.
She didn’t fight me but she didn’t give in either.
Like that first night when she’d been unconscious, that first time I’d fucked her, and this was just as perfect.
No, it was better. Because she was looking at me.
I could feel it. See it. She was unblinking as I finally came all over my hand, pushing off the window ledge and glancing down at the mess I’d made on the pale-blue walls beside her.
Then I leaned in, bringing my fingertips to her parted mouth.
Feeding her what was left of my cum, painting her lips and shoving it inside.
When she still didn’t move, didn’t breathe, didn’t say a word, I dropped to my knees in front of her and decided to return the favor.
What can I say? Emptying my balls always did put me in a better mood. Guess this time around, it put me in a giving mood too.