Chapter 5
KILLA
“You sure you got control over this?” Hunter asks, then takes a puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the curb.
I scan the apartment block; it’s pretty decent for a rundown part of town. Yet something inside me twists at the thought of her living here, but I put it down to the fact that she’s undeserving of living at all. Let alone living somewhere like this.
“Yeah, I’m good. Come on.” I dismount my hog and head inside, with Hunter hot on my heels.
Heading up the stairs, my entire body is filled with a feeling of exhilaration.
Not only will I get to smell her again, to feel her tremble at my touch, I’m finally going to get some answers; it’s like someone delivered justice to the door and allowed me to deal with it in my own way. Under Savage’s approval, of course.
We stop outside her door, and I knock three times.
Hunter leans against the wall with a knowing gleam in his eyes, letting me run the show.
I hear footsteps approaching through the poor excuse of a door, and when it swings open, Hunter shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips at how easy this all is.
She didn’t even check the peephole, for Christ’s sake.
Of course, the bitch realizes her mistake when her startled eyes land on me, and she quickly moves to shut the door, but I wedge my boot in the doorway, then push my way inside, knocking her back against the wall while she protests.
A venomous grin encompasses my face. “Tsk, tsk, Little Demon. Did nobody ever tell you to check the peephole?”
“Actually, no, they didn’t,” she sasses, crossing her arms over her chest, and my gaze drops to the way she pushes up her impressive tits.
Her dark hair is pulled into a messy bun, and she wears some tiny shorts and a camisole top that look like sleep clothes. Even though it’s still early in the evening, she’s ready for bed. Maybe she worked the late shift at the diner last night.
The bite mark on the side of her neck gleams, and I smile broadly while licking my lips. Her sparkling eyes narrow in on the action, and I smirk.
She’s small, smaller than she seemed before; now that she’s barefoot, it makes all the difference. My guess is she’s around five feet two, max.
“Can you leave?” She points toward the door, and I chuckle, but it lacks humor.
“Did your mama never teach you any manners, Little Demon?”
She flinches, and I delight in it.
“Says the guy who broke in. Leave!” she snipes back, straightening her shoulders, and if I didn’t hate her so much, I’d be impressed at her tenacity.
“No. I ain’t leavin’ here until I get some answers from you.”
Her chest rises, and she sucks in air. “What kind of answers?”
I glance over at Hunter, who leans against the closed door like a guard dog. Just within arm’s reach to take me down if I should go too far with her, which I have every intention of doing.
There’s no way in hell I’m going to allow her to breathe for another moment without me receiving some kind of satisfaction. Not after what her brother has put me through. Put so many through.
As I scan her up and down, she doesn’t look scared, and that surprises the hell out of me. Instead, the defiance flashing in her eyes makes me want to throttle her and fuck her. Perhaps I’ll do both at the same time? I drag my fingers through the scruff of my jaw.
I dig into my back jean pocket, her eyes widen, and she takes a step back until her ass hits the wall.
I’d find it amusing if I weren’t so pissed off by how intriguing I find her.
When I pull out a photo, her shoulders relax, and that annoys the hell out of me.
For a twisted reason, I enjoy her being skittish.
Maybe it’s because she’s going to give me what I want?
Add in the fact there’s a weird chemistry building between us that I can’t help but feel excitement when I’m in her proximity, despite not wanting to.
Knowing I’m twisted up over her is too much to bear and just another reason to hate her.
“This woman …” I open the folded photo and hold it up in front of her face. “I want to hear everything you know about her.”
She stares at Alisha for a minute before her eyes flit over to me. That familiar look of sympathy I can’t stand oozes into them, and I instantly hate it.
I hate her.
“Tell me,” I growl.
She glances back at the photo before she brings her emerald eyes up to mine. She swallows thickly. “I’ve never seen her before.”
“Liar!” I slam my fist beside her head, and she doesn’t so much as flinch.
“I’m not a liar.” She glances toward Hunter, which pisses me off, before returning her attention back to me. “I’ve never seen her before. Can you leave now?”
I grip her chin. The way her lips pucker between my fingers has my cock throbbing and my mouth watering to sample her.
From the moment I knew I was coming over here, I’ve been hard, but being in her proximity has me bordering on deranged. Her peachy scent invades my nostrils, her soft skin feels like it’s scorching me; every part of her is drawing me in.
I shake my head, dislodging my thoughts. “Look closer,” I demand.
She rolls her eyes, and I see red.
“Look fucking closer!” I bellow, shoving her head, and it bounces off the wall. She squeezes her eyes closed and breathes out. The whoosh of air fans my fingers, causing a million goosebumps to break out over my skin.
When she opens her eyes, they’re full of tears, and triumph floods my veins. My cock spurts at the knowledge, and I slowly loosen the grip on her face, deciding how this is going to go.
Her bottom lip wobbles. “I haven’t seen her before. I told the police everything I know.”
“Which was what, exactly?”
“That I saw no women. I saw no one. I swear it.” She gulps, but her words rush out, as if well practiced.
“You lived with the fucker and saw no one? I call bullshit.” I grit out a calculated laugh.
Time passes between us, and I stare at her, locked in a trance, awaiting her response while knowing I won’t be getting one. Not today, at least.
She licks her lips, and I feel it in my heavy balls.
Pre-cum leaks from the tip of my cock, and I suppress a groan at the thought of what it would be like for her tongue to drag over it, to jerk off and splash my cum all over her pretty, deceitful face.
Would she be so defiant then? Completely covered in my seed.
The longer I glare into her stunning eyes, the more she pisses me off.
She’s stubborn; I’ll give her that.
She will break. Every damn inch of her will break, and I can’t wait to witness it.
“I didn’t come here for nothin’, you’re gonna make yourself useful, Little Demon.” Her emerald eyes flicker over my face, as if searching for instruction. “Now, get on your knees,” I grunt out, delighting in the way her pupils flare and nipples pebble.
Little Demon is a cock tease too, it seems.
She doesn’t bitch; she just glares back at me.
“On.” I thump a fist against the wall above her head. “Your. Knees.” Each word is as sinister as the last.
Hunter shifts from side to side, and she looks toward him, then back to me. Resolve flashes in her eyes, and she swallows.
Good girl. I’m the one you should fear. I’m the one you need to please.
Her chest rises and face flushes, showing she wants this, knowing what’s coming. She enjoys being used. She glances down the corridor before bringing her eyes back to me, and I sneer down at her with utter contempt.
Leaning closer, I whisper in her ear. “Now.”
A shudder ripples through her, and with no further prompting, she falls to her knees, taking my ability to breathe with her. The way she looks up at me with those big green eyes, so full of awe and need, has me fumbling to open my belt and zipper before she changes her mind.
The little whore needs to be punished; she needs to be reminded who is in control here. She needs to learn I’m going to ruin her like she ruined me.
I widen my stance, pulling my dripping cock from my jeans, and relish in the way her eyes light up at the sight of it.
Fuck, I know I’m big and equally thick but seeing her look at me with appreciation in her eyes has my chest swelling with pride.
The piercing on the end of my cock glistens with pre-cum.
Unable to help myself, I slap my thick cock against the side of her face.
I drag the slippery tip all the way down her cheek and over her lips, smearing her in my pre-cum, coating her in my essence.
“You use your teeth, I’ll rip ’em out, got me?”
She bows her head like the perfect submissive and rolls her lip into her mouth.
One of my thick hands tangles in her hair at the back of her head, and I yank while the other delivers her the bulbous head of my cock.
“Lick it. Lick it clean.” My gravelly voice fills the room.
“Fuck,” Hunter grunts as he moves from foot to foot, and I smirk. There’s no doubt my friend is sporting a rock-hard cock, and who can blame him? She’s on her knees, serving me so beautifully.
Perhaps I’ll keep my little demon a while longer, enjoy and use her, then discard her once I’ve had my fill.
Her tongue lavishes my piercing, causing me to suck in air. Jesus, she’s good. She delivers stroke after stroke over the head of my cock, and when she rolls her tongue and scoops the pre-cum from inside my slit, my eyes roll, having felt nothing so sensational before in my entire life.
“Fuck.” I shuffle from side to side, and my fingers flex in her hair.
I can’t take it anymore. With a “Suck,” I push inside her mouth, and she hollows her cheeks.
I withdraw and push back in again, loving the way her greedy tongue laps wildly at my length, as if pulling me in closer.
I inhale sharply with each grind of my hips.
“Jesus.”
Her mouth is stretched wide around me, and the filthy sight has me falling forward, so I rest my arm above her head on the wall and push my hips forward.
She chokes, and a thrill zips up my spine before I pull back and repeat the motion over and over. Pump after pump. Fucking her sweet face.
“Fuck, just like that, little slut. Just”—I surge forward—“like”—thrust—“fucking”—thrust—“that.”
Her nose nudges my pubis, and I groan. She’s taken me down her throat; it’s like she was fucking made for me.
I hate that thought. “Fucking slut.” I slam inside her harder to punish her for my wayward thoughts.
My balls pull up. “You better swallow every goddamn drop, Little Demon.” My shoulders bunch tight as unadulterated rapture causes my body to lock up, and I grit my teeth.
“Fuckkk,” I grind out, and my load releases, causing her to choke and splutter, but I hold her head in place and push farther into her mouth, giving her no choice but to swallow me down. The euphoria of my orgasm is cathartic. “Jesus,” I growl, and slip from her mouth.
The only sounds to be heard are my heavy pants and her sharp intakes of air.
“Mama. What’s that noise?”
My gaze slices to a small boy with dark, messy hair and pj’s with cars scattered all over, rubbing at his eyes. He’s in the shadows but staring in our direction. “Fuck!” I turn to give him my back, releasing her, and she falls against the wall, breathless and panting.
Moving with urgency, I tuck my spent cock away while Hunter grumbles under his breath. I buckle my belt and glare at him. How was he unaware of this?
A fucking kid? Not what I expected.
Not at all.
Without giving her any more attention, I stride toward the door. “I’ll be seeing ya around, Little Demon,” I toss over my shoulder. Hunter throws open the door and seemingly can’t leave the apartment fast enough.
I slam the door behind us for added effect, and Hunter throws me a death glare.
“You got it out of your system?” He quirks an eyebrow at me, and the chuckle that leaves me is nothing short of deadly. What was he hoping? That I’d empty my balls and suddenly become satisfied.
Hell no. I’m far from done with her.
“No, brother, I’m just getting started.”