Chapter 20
Perfect Fit
PREACHER
She’s a stain on my subconscious, and I hate how much I want her. I was dead serious when I told her I wouldn’t give her what she wanted until she begged, but after a few more days even my ironclad will is starting to bend.
As her body starts to heal, she grows more confident in her appearance.
Lately she’s ditched her baggy sweatshirts and leggings for tank tops and a pair of tiny jean shorts.
It’s hard not to stare at her ass when they fit her like a goddamn glove.
Some mornings, I wake up to memories of her raspy moans and my hand is already wrapped tightly around my cock.
It’s pure masochism, and I think it’s making me crazy.
Well, crazier.
I pick up the bull skull waiting on the workbench, blowing away the fine bone dust that’s settled into the cracks and crevices and heading over to the old half-broken mirror in the barn.
It took a bit of time to get it sorted, but I think it’ll be worth it.
I slip it over my head, tugging on the straps to make sure it’s tight.
Perfect fit.
Ripley’s going to be ready this weekend, I can feel it.
She’s learned enough about the business over the last couple days, about how it all works, and now it’s time to hone her skills.
I don’t usually use props, but the idea of her seeing me rushing toward her with this as my face? I get shivers just thinking about it.
Power surges through me as I imagine chasing her through the pitch black, feeling the earth bending beneath my feet with every stealthy step. I can hear her rapid breath. I can smell her sweat, her fear.
Her sweet pussy.
My cock stiffens as I allow myself to sink deeper into the fantasy.
For so many years, my existence has been simple: hunt, kill, repeat. Hunt, kill, repeat. Now, all of a sudden, this random woman is disrupting all of that, invading my home and my mind, but… for the first time it doesn’t feel wrong.
I find myself wanting to nurture another human being, to watch them grow.
And what if, once she was ready, we worked as a team?
We’d be unstoppable.
I reach down, rubbing myself through my jeans as I gaze longingly beyond the mirror. I picture her on all fours, bloodied, bruised, and covered in mud from the hunt, howling like a beast while I fuck her.
I want to baptize her in darkness.
“Cool mask.”
I nearly jump out of my skin as Ripley’s voice slices through the stillness of the barn, turning to see her perfectly silhouetted by the harsh sunlight behind her.
How the hell didn’t I hear the door?
“It’s for your test,” I reply, sliding it off and setting it carefully on the table with a frown. “It was supposed to be a surprise.”
I don’t think she’s afraid of me anymore, not in the traditional sense, at least. There are fragments of the terrified woman she used to be, little pieces that come to the surface from time to time, but I’ve been seeing fewer and fewer with each passing day.
“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t.”
A coy little smirk tugs at her lips, inviting my eyes to wander up and down her body. Over the last few days her skin has taken on a golden glow, the sweat on her body making it glisten in the sunlight. In direct contrast to her dark hair and electric blue eyes, it’s damn near breathtaking.
Ripley licks her lips, slipping past me and leaning over to study the skull, gently tracing her fingers over the small imperfections in the bone. It’s hard enough to focus when she’s acting so playful, but at this point she’s practically shoving her ass in my face.
“Do you use this a lot?”
Her shorts are so fucking tiny, I can see almost everything.
“This’ll be the first time,” I reply. “Wanted somethin’ special for you.”
“And the mirror?” She asks, her voice laced with a delicious malice. “Do you like to watch yourself while you work?”
“It’s more that I want them to be able to see what I’m doing, even from behind. That way they get the full experience.”
“Damn, you’re a sick puppy.”
“Takes one to know one, little rabbit.”
Ripley glances back over her shoulder, smirking at me as a thick strand of dark glossy hair falls in her face. She’s resting on her elbows, bent over in the perfect position for me to take her— and she knows it.
“I need something from you. It’s kind of personal.”
“Name it.” I shrug. “The worst I can say is no.”
She gnaws at her lip.
“Tampons.”
I blink.
“What?”
“Tampons?” She looks at me like I’m stupid. “Please don’t tell me you’ve never heard of—”
“Of course I’ve heard of ‘em.”
She turns around, leaning up against the table, the mask still in her hands.
“Well, I’m on my rag. I need some supplies.”
The thought of her blood running down her thighs while I chase her, while I fuck her… while I devour her sweet pussy.
I’m moving the test up. It’s gotta be tomorrow night.
“Supplies,” I murmur.
But there wouldn’t be any harm in having a taste of her right now.
“That’s right. I’m not even picky about the brand… so long as it does the trick.”
Her eyes float down to my hand as I adjust my cock in my jeans. Her breathing is shallow, patches of bright red spreading down her neck and chest like watercolor as a smile stretches across her face. She doesn’t even need to say anything and I’m still drawn to her like a fucking magnet.
“Would you like me to beg you? Because I’ve been a very good girl lately, and I don’t think you appreciate that as much as you should.”
“You think you’re a good girl, walking around in these tiny fuckin’ shorts with nothing underneath,” I growl. “Bending over right in front of me?”
I should shove something into that smart mouth to teach her a lesson.
“You seem to appreciate it,” she purrs, not missing a beat. “Do you have a habit of grabbing your cock in front of women you barely know?”
Her tone is playful, but her eyes remind me of a shark’s, pitch black and voracious.
“Oh, I know you, little rabbit… probably better than you think I do.”
She draws herself up to her full height, taking a brazen step toward me while my cock strains even harder. The piercings make it extra sensitive, with each pulse adding to the building thrum in the pit of my stomach.
“Then you know what I want,” she murmurs, her eyes like flames licking the back of my neck. “And you still won’t give it to me.”
I keep thinking back to the sound of her moans when I slid my fingers inside her; she was everything I needed in that moment, and when it was over, I found myself craving her presence.
“I told you, you need to learn how to beg.”
I’m trying to stay strong, but there’s no denying it: she makes me feel alive.
“See, I was hoping you’d break a few rules for me, cowboy.”
Oh, she wants to be a fucking brat, does she?
I snatch her by the waist, pulling her close and relishing the little gasp of surprise that tumbles from her lips. I can smell the desperation on her.
“And what about what I want?” I chuckle. “So selfish, rabbit.”
When I fuck her, I want to hear her scream. I want her to feel like her heart is about to burst through her chest, but for now I have to take things slow.
“Selfish is denying someone pleasure.” Her jaw ticks, her gaze becoming defiant. “Did you know that a woman’s sex drive is increased when she’s menstruating?”
“So get yourself off.”
“I can’t.” Ripley places her hand on my chest, leaning into me and licking her lips like a hungry predator. “You know what I really want.”
She’s playing games, trying to entice me into bending to her will.
“Do I?”
“Don’t be stupid, Preacher. You had your hand down my pants the other day for a reason.” She wrenches my t-shirt in her fist, snarling as she gets up onto her tiptoes. “And I know you want me just as much as I want you.”
I spin her around, shoving her down against the table, and positioning her just right so that she’s staring directly at her reflection in that dusty old mirror. Her dark hair is obscuring most of her face except her eyes, bright like burning embers.
“I knew you’d give in,” she cackles,
“Oh, this isn’t giving in.” I grab her flimsy little shorts and tear them right down the fucking seam, exposing her supple ass and little pink pussy. “This is just a taste of what you’ll be getting.”
She was right about one thing, that’s for damn sure:
I want this just as much as she does.
I slide my hand between her thighs, and I’m immediately greeted by a shocking amount of wetness. Ripley moans, wiggling her hips in the hopes that I’ll play with her throbbing little bud, but I pull my hand away, almost drooling at the sight of her blood coating my fingers.
Lord, lead me not into temptation… or however that goes.
I turn my head, locking eyes with her in the mirror and lap up the smears of crimson staining my fingertips.
Just the taste of her makes my heart race.
She’s sharp, and sweet, and the copper flavor on my tongue makes my eyes roll back.
I smear the rest of the blood on my chin, relishing the quiet gasp she lets out as I press down a little harder with my other hand.
“Is that all you’ve got?” She rasps. “Why don’t you use that belt and show me how tough you are?”
I unbuckle my belt, yanking her head up and sliding it around her neck like a leash.
“Is this what you want?”
“God, yes.”
I reach into the back of my jeans and pull out my pistol, making sure I have a good grip on the makeshift-leash; her eyes are as big as saucers as I put the barrel in my mouth, lubing it up with my saliva, then I slip the gun between her thighs, gliding it against her swollen pussy lips.
“You’re a greedy little whore, aren’t you? Say red if you want me to stop.”
Ripley wiggles her hips, letting out a dark chuckle.
“Green means go, cowboy.”
Alright then.
I yank hard on the belt around her neck, forcing out a choked grunt. All it takes is the sound of her voice warbling to make my dick that much harder.
“So fucking pathetic. You wanna fuck my gun, don’t you?”
She manages a grin, her eyes full of fire once more.
“Is that how you fuck? Too afraid to use your cock?”
I constrict the belt even more, choking her harder.
“Would you like to find out?”
“Please baby,” she rasps. “Show me.”
She thinks that’s what I’ve been asking for, that she’s really begging me for it now, but it’s still not good enough.
“We’ll see how well you can take this.” I tease her with the tip of the gun, pushing it in ever so slightly— just enough to make her gasp. “And if you behave, I’ll give you what you really want.”
I push the barrel of the pistol the rest of the way inside her and she fucking sings, her voice shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. I thrust in and out, intently watching her as she watches me in the mirror.
She’s so tight, it’s hard to find a rhythm at first. I need her to relax, but she seems to get pleasure from the resistance.
From the pain.
I yank on the belt again, listening to her sputter. The sight of her beet-red face, her tears, and the spittle running down her chin only strengthens my resolve.
I’m going to absolutely destroy her.
“You’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you, devour you, and make you scream my name.”
“Yes!”
My thrusts grow more violent as she bounces on my gun, taking every single goddamn inch, all with a frenzied look in her eyes.
“Do you feel your heart beating faster? Adrenaline pumping… You’re teetering right on the edge of bliss, but you know I could kill you with one rough tug on this belt, don’t you?” I grin. “And you can’t decide if that turns you on. Am I right?”
Ripley drags her nails along the table, leaving shallow marks in the wood as her hips work double-time to reach her peak. I press the gun downward, stroking her G-spot.
“Tell me you like the pain.”
“Yes! I love it!”
Beads of sweat are forming all over her, covering her shoulders and the back of her neck. She’s so close, I can practically taste it.
But just as she tips her head back, I pull the gun out, releasing the belt and leaving her empty.
A hollow scream of rage ricochets between the walls, like so many that have come before, yet different at the same time.
“You fucker!”
She spins around and I’m more than a little surprised by a particularly hard punch in the jaw.
I thought the exhaustion would have gotten the better of her, but instead she seems like something dredged up from the pits of hell.
It’s like every horror buried deep within her is unleashed in a fury of rage each time I drag her kicking and screaming from her climax.
I’ll use that, unearth the demon that’s been kept quiet, told to sit still and be good.
I bring the gun up to my lips, doing my best to stay calm when I see the streaks of red on the barrel. With my eyes firmly fixed on her, I run my tongue along its length, licking up every drop.
“Tomorrow night. I’m gonna hunt you, and I’m gonna make it hurt… just like you wanted.”
I’ll have her.
And I’ll have her at her worst.