Chapter 5
FIVE
I’ll be honest, I’d never been so nervous before. I didn’t really understand why you had this effect on me. I wasn’t worried about getting caught—if you figured out my little secret, all I had to do was kill you. It would be simple enough.
But the thought of being without you made a pit open up in my stomach, and it was hard to breathe. The thought of driving my blade straight into your heart made my cock ache like nothing else could, but somehow, I knew the aftereffect wouldn’t be as blissful as it usually was.
I knew that taking your life, hanging your resting spot on a canvas in this room, wouldn’t bring me the same giddy peace as it did when I killed the others. You were different.
But I didn’t know why.
So I allowed myself to play. To touch and explore your body like it already belonged to me.
Gripping your ankles, I dragged you to the center of the bed. Your hair fanned out around your head, and your arms laid out straight on either side of you. I quickly got rid of my clothes, and climbed onto the bed, straddling your chest.
Your lips were soft. From the first moment I saw you, I knew this was what I wanted—to be inside you. To feel your mouth wrapped around me.
Gently, I pried your jaw open. Your lips parted, and a small breath floated out. Your eyes rapidly shifted under your lids, like you were searching for me. I smoothed my fingers down your cheek, before hooking my thumb behind your bottom teeth, keeping your mouth wide.
My cock was hard and leaking, and I gently guided it toward your lips. I was caught between wanting to drop my head back to enjoy the warmth of your mouth, and wanting to watch you take my cock down your throat.
Precum coated your tongue, and a breathy, whispery moan left you, and it only made my cock throb harder. Even in your sleep, you knew what would make me crazy. You wanted this—I knew you did.
Your throat was relaxed, and I was able to easily slide inside. I groaned as I watched your lips stretch taut around the base of my cock, your tongue hot and warm against the underside, your throat contracting around me, like you were trying to swallow me whole.
The headboard steadily thudded against the wall as I fucked your mouth.
I threaded my fingers in your hair and fisted it, keeping your head in place.
Every thrust sent my cock all the way down your throat, and sometimes you’d gag, or tears would leak from the corners of your eyes, but otherwise, you didn’t move. You didn’t react.
I’d done this with tons of other women, and most of them had more of a reaction than you did. Even in their sleep, they fought to keep the intruder out. But you…
It was like you fought to keep me in.
My muscles tremble, and my lower stomach tightens. I felt the familiar tingle building inside me, and I didn’t hold myself back—I fucked your mouth harder, thrusting so hard the bed coils began squealing.
You took it, over and over, every fucking inch, until finally, I pulled back. I wrapped my fist around my wet cock and stroked it over your face, my lip between my teeth as I aimed for your mouth.
The first rope of cum landed in your hair, the next across your nose, until it finally landed in your mouth. More and more, filling you up until it began leaking out. And then I sat back, careful not to put all my weight on your body, and stared at the mess I’d made of you.
I knew I needed to clean you up, but I liked looking at you like that. Marked by me. Covered in my cum. In my scent.
So I slid off the bed, and tilted your head to the side so you wouldn’t choke on my cum, and went to your laptop.
I wanted to know what all you’d discovered about my little secret.
Life was good for me—I was secluded enough that no one thought to come here.
And the people I killed, I’d talked to, just like I had you tonight.
They spilled their secrets to me, that their pathetic lives were falling apart.
That no one knew they’d come to Sunny Pines for a mini getaway, just to clear their minds.
No one knew to look for them here. So no one came here.
But you did.
And I wanted to know how you’d come to the conclusion that they’d disappeared from here.
So I opened your laptop, and rolled my eyes at the password. I carried it to your unconscious body and used your index finger to unlock it. That was such a stupid design.
But I sat on the chair opposite the bed and propped it on my bare thigh. Immediately, the document you’d been working on filled the screen.
He’s artificially kind. Like he’s practiced exactly what to say and when.
Nothing about him feels genuine. And yet…
there’s something that calls to me. I don’t know if he’s guilty of being a serial killer, but there’s something.
Maybe it’s just my penchant for emotionally unavailable men that has me drawn to him, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s built like a tree that makes me want to get to know him better.
He’s attractive—something that would make his whole serial killer schtick easier. Everyone knows attractive people are more trustworthy. All he’d have to do is flash his pearly-white smile, like he did with me, and I could understand how these women trusted him.
But there was this impenetrable wall around him. It was probably the wall all strangers have, but I watched him tense up when I mentioned the missing women. I watched him build that wall even stronger the second I mentioned serial killer.
So maybe he is innocent of being a killer, but he’s guilty of something. I just don’t know what.
My blood was like ice. You saw more than I thought you had, learned more about me in our brief interactions than anyone else had. Or maybe I really was that transparent. Or maybe…
Maybe you saw me for who I really am, and it didn’t scare you away.
It intrigued you.
I set your laptop on the table beside me and leaned back in the chair. The drugs would wear off soon. I could wait.