22. Emma
My hands shook as he stood, pulling on his dirty clothing that stank like gasoline and smoke. The sight of him leaving should’ve made me happy. I should be ready to rid him out of my life. I should’ve done a lot of things. But instead, I flung myself off the bed throwing my arms around him.
“Please,” I cried, “don”t go yet.”
He stiffened under my grip, his lean body molded perfect to mine.
“Do you really want me to stay,” his voice was a whisper, but it was deafening in the silence of the room.
I nodded against his back, unable to admit the words out loud.
He turned slowly, his emerald green eyes pierced into mine emotionlessly. It was as if I wasn”t looking at the same Chase.
“Tell me the truth,” I whispered.
He shoved me back towards my bed, knocking me flat on my back. He climbed on top of me straddling me, pinning my hands above my head in a tight grip.
“The truth is,” he snarled, “Lacey was a whore who fucked around on me.” His breath came out in sharp gasps, “I don’t regret watching the life drain out of her. I regret everything I gave her. My money, my time, my fucking heart.”
“And her dumbass ex was all too easy to pin the blame on,” he scoffed as if it was child’s play, “he had the motive, he drank, did drugs, it was easy to manipulate him into thinking he had done it in a drunken fit. That fucking whore had no taste,” he shook his head intensely, his neck cracking in the process, “choosing him over me was the last mistake she’d ever make. I made damn sure of it. And enjoyed every minute of it.”
My mind thought back to her mutilated body, cut open, beaten, and stuffed with rocks in every crevice both new and natural born ones. And he enjoyed every minute of it, spoken in his own words.
“Did you,” my cracked voice sounded far away, “take her after she was,” my eyes squeezed shut with the question, “ya know.”
His dark laugh rippled across my skin, “Of course not, kitten. I’m not crazy. I prefer to take pussy that’s totally aware of what I’m doing to them. I want them to know who fills them. To feel their fear as I stuff my cock in them.”
My thighs clenched at the last thing he said. Something was wrong with me.
His hands tightened around my wrists as he went on about the things he had done for her, the cars, the apartment, everything in between. Jealousy scurried through my mind as he spoke about all of the girls he loved before.
Jealous that no one had ever felt that passionate about me.
“The others didn’t appreciate the things I did for them,” he said, referring to the girls in the picture online, the ones that lived and made the cases against him. “I solved their problems for them and was painted out to be a monster. I’ve always been the villain in their stories. You, kitten, are the only one worthy of how intensely I love.”
I didn’t know what to say to all that he was admitting to me.
Chase killed people. Not just one or two, over a dozen. He called himself passionate, but even I knew that heartbreak wasn’t a reason to kill someone. Lacey may not have been the best lover, but she didn’t deserve to die, did she? I warred with myself over that question, part of me was happy she was gone. Leaving no competition for Chase”s heart.
I was becoming a sick person, or had I always been?
“I’m not crazy,” he muttered. His breath tingled across my skin giving me goosebumps. The air conditioning unit kicked on filling the silence in the room as I mulled over everything I’d learned that night.
“Did you have something to do with Dr. Murdock?”
His lips turned up into a dark sneer, “No one talks to you like that kitten,” he chuckled darkly, “your tears are mine.”
His words sent chills through me. A steady thump settled in my core at his possessive declaration.
My nipples hardened under the sheet, the friction of them against it sent wetness streaming down my thighs. I hated my body. The way it reacted disgusted me and the emotions I went through tonight gave me whiplash. Nausea crept in at the fact that I found myself justifying him killing Lacey. I would never cheat on him, a voice in my head spoke, I’d do everything I could to make him happy. Cheating wasn’t a reason to murder someone, I told myself hoping to drown out the manipulative voice in my head.
Thinking of all the other girls sent my mind in a tailspin of envy. What did they have that I didn’t? They had him first, and if they accepted his advances and his passion, I wouldn’t be lying under him.
Another rush of heat pooled in between my legs.
He killed for them.
He wanted them.
He loved them.
I shook the thoughts away, irritated that I was even going down that grotesque road. I was a good person, I didn’t condone murder in any capacity…
Dr. Murdock made me feel incompetent that day, when I already felt under qualified and overwhelmed with the workload. Chase took care of that for me, Dr. Murdock was one of my least favorite professors to deal with, and now I”d never have to again.
Chase did that for me.
“You killed him,” my voice came out hushed, “for me?”
“Kitten, I would torch this world for you,” his words made my pussy clench.
I swallowed thick as my thighs soaked with arousal.
“I’d ruin anyone that dared to touch you. I’d leave a trail of bodies in the wake if it meant keeping you happy. I”d crawl through the massacre to be by your side,” his lips made contact with my neck as he spoke to me.
The sheet was tangling in my legs while I desperately tried to wrap them around his waist.
“You are my religion,” he kissed me between the words, “your pussy is the altar,” his tongue slipped between my lips, “I’d bring heaven to you every night.”
That broke me.
My hands were still pinned above my head, trapped in his grasp. My hips thrusted forwards needing friction on my pulsing pussy. I felt his length hard and ready through his pants.
“Chase,” I whined, “take me.”
He grinned at me, his eyes rolled over my barely covered body. My nipples tight under the sheet, he used his free hand to expose them both, taking one in his mouth. The heat enveloped me as he flicked his tongue across it. I was writhing under him, my swollen pussy desperate to be fucked into oblivion for the third time that night.
“You want me to stuff this cock into you kitten?” he asked, switching nipples.
His tongue wrung endless pools of pleasure from me.
I nodded furiously.
“You want these hands on your body?” he murmured, freeing my wrists and running his hands down my sternum. In their newfound freedom, my hands ripped at his shirt urging him to shove it over his head. His abs were toned, each one rippling with every movement, his skin so perfect and flawless, I was salivating.
His fingers dipped into my drenched core, slipping in with ease.
“You want to be dripping with the cum of a murderer?” He teased me more. My eyes rolled back as he stuffed another finger, spreading my pussy lips he kissed down my body until his hot mouth closed over my clit.
His tongue flicked the sensitive nerves back and forth, fireworks burned across my skin becoming too much, too intense. I came with an obscene gushing sound, Chase drank it all up. He looked up, grinning, licking his lips that glistened with my come.
He shoved off of me, ripping his pants off. His cock was in me within seconds, hammering into me at an unreal pace. My legs were spread around him, with every thrust I screamed his name and begged for God knows what. My pussy clamped down on him strangling his cock. The sound of his dick shoving through my muscles was intense, my hands clawed down his back as he took me to new heights.
“Kitten,” he ground out through clenched teeth, “I want you to play with your pretty pussy while I come all over your insides.”
My hand was on my clit before he finished the sentence, my tongue sloppily licked over his while my fingers slipped around in my wetness. I felt the first sprays of my orgasm as his shaft throbbed inside me, releasing the hot spurts just as I squirted around him.
He hugged my body to his, still inside of me and he twitched and pulsed every last drop into me. My pussy cocooned him, not wanting to lose the fullness I felt. My muscles fluttered around him, he stoked a voracious need in me. Regardless of how many times he took me, I was always left wanting more.
Needing more.
Chase kissed me deeply, pulling the covers back over us.
“Chase,” I whispered against his chest.
“Yes, kitten?” his voice heavy with sleep.
“You’re not the villain in my story.”
He was silent for so long I almost worried he didn’t hear me when he said, “I’ll be the villain for you. I’ll play any role you give me as long as I’m yours forever.”
I felt tears threaten to boil over. Chase’s dedication to me was so potent, it almost felt as though I fabricated him out of my wildest dreams. Normal people would be terrified of the things he’d done, terrified of the things they’d seen in his apartment, but not me. A calm washed over me at the things he admitted, the raw honesty was refreshing after all the lies I”d been told in my life. A safety of sorts, knowing I could easily shut my mind off with Chase and trust him to guard me.
The person I thought I was, was slowly being replaced by a different version of Emma. This Emma felt closer to Chase than she’d ever felt to anyone. It was chilling.
This man would be the death of me.