3. Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Derek
T he scent of her perfume lingered in the room when we entered, so did the smell of her pussy. My blood boiled. I hated that she did this. She was so fucking beautiful. I hated picturing any other man’s hands on her. I wanted to kill them all; the plus side was usually. They were already dead. Because she quite literally sucked the soul from their body. My little man-eater.
I looked around at the crime scene as if you could even call it that. I examined his neck, and you could barely see where she sliced through; it was such a fine line. It reminded me of the scene in that movie S Ship, like a thread cut clean through. “I wonder what she uses?” I asked the twins.
“Fuck if we know, bitch is crazy,” they replied in unison.
That she is, but I fucking loved it. I wanted her bad. I had never wanted anyone as bad as I wanted her. I was saving myself for my claiming ceremony. I was called to a greater purpose. To be a leader of the knights. I was doing the dirty work and paying my dues, though. Everybody in the knights was treated equally; we were assigned to different parts of it as we honed in our expertise but until we were called to our respective positions, we did it all. None of us were above getting our hands dirty, not even those in higher-up positions or elders. Respect above all else. We weren’t your typical secret society; honor, respect, and loyalty were important to us. We didn’t just fuck around and abuse our power, although it did give us the privilege of avoiding legal issues and such.
There was barely a mess to clean up most of it was on the sheet where he bled out and then there was one line of blood that came from her slicing his throat.
Trouble: I left a camera behind. Could you grab it for me? Thanks.
Me: will do.
Trouble: Watch if you want. I give you permission.
There is a winky face emoji.
I stared at the screen, unsure of how to respond.
I bagged up the sheets after the twins got the body off the bed.
“She gives me permission, pfft.” I didn’t even realize I said it out loud until I turned and saw the twins staring at me in confusion. They looked at each other and then at me.
“You okay, boss?” Ares asked. Apollo was laughing.
“Fuck off dickheads” I responded, tossing a pillow at them. We owned the hotel, so I wasn’t too concerned about cleanup; we ran a tight ship. Still, we had to make sure the body was disposed of properly and couldn’t be found. The twins were masters at that.
“Alright, we are out,” they said, saluting me as they exited the room with the laundry basket filled with Rico’s body. He fucked up when he messed with Ryder’s girl. Well, she wasn’t his girl yet, but she would be. I didn’t know why he was waiting to claim her, but I couldn’t really say shit now, could I? I hadn’t spoken a word to Britt the whole time we had known each other. She lived a hard life in foster homes, abused, assaulted, and raped. She put her pimp in prison, then he owed us, so we took her, but only because we wanted to save her, protect her. She was still so young. We enrolled her in college and paid off all her debts; we also kept Krista safe. They were a package deal.
As soon as I was sure the twins weren’t coming back, I looked for the camera she left behind. She usually left it in the restroom or anywhere there was a mirror. I stood in the bedroom and looked around. To the right of the bed was a gold floor-length mirror. That was it. I felt around the front of the frame, and when I felt it, I saw it. A raised little bump. My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out. A text message illuminated the screen.
Trouble: you found me…
Trouble: Enjoy
I shoved my phone in my pocket, grabbed the bags of her evidence, and exited the room.
I placed the red card on the knob letting the cleaning lady know this one needed a deep clean. It wasn’t necessary, but this was a well-known five-star hotel. I walked down the hall and pressed the button to the elevator. I stood there waiting impatiently. I wanted to get to the mansion. I wanted to watch her. Get my fix.
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I slammed the door to my room shut and hurried over to my computer; I logged into the camera systems, knowing she got one from the media room. The data was loaded in her private folder from today. I’m the only one who had access, which is how I found her. I’m the watcher. I see everything everyone does. She was like a shadow. She used to erase them before we could see them. I understood why, but the first time I saw her in person, I was assigned cleanup crew; okay, I volunteered. I knew it meant that I could see this mysterious black widow. She was gorgeous, tall, sexy as fuck, with a slim waist and wide hips, long legs and thick thighs. Trouble personified. Her body looked like something that was crafted from a man’s dreams. Then there was her face, exquisite and exotic. We passed each other in the hall; I could smell her pussy as we walked by her and the scent of her Prada perfume. Her video was there that night as if she wanted me to watch it. So, I did. Now I made sure I was on every clean-up mission even though it was below my paygrade just so I could see her, the flushed cheeks, the messy hair, and wish it were me that made her delectable pussy smell like that.
I pressed play and watched as she walked in and took off her trench coat. I bit my knuckles, my cock hardening as I saw her in the bondage lingerie I left on her pillow.
“Fuck trouble, you’re so sexy.”
I adjusted myself, taking my cock out as I observed. She looked into the camera after she placed it. She was staring straight through me.
I saw her fuck him, slit his throat, and then she came back to the mirror, spreading her legs and fucking herself, making her pussy clench around her fingers as they were inside her. She thrusts her hips forward into her hands and looked straight at me, rolling her head back and moaning, never losing eye contact. “Derek,” slipped out a whisper through her luscious lips. I stroked my dick. The hardness ached. This wasn’t enough. I needed to release inside of her. Only she could satiate this appetite I had.
My abs tightened as I watched her come undone in the video, imagining my cock as her fingers.
“Come on, Trouble, make me come.”
And I did, so fucking hard, it hurt. I slammed my fists on the desk, and the chair flew back as I rose, making it fall. Rage and adrenaline overtook me. I fucking wanted her; I wanted her to be mine; I wanted her to stop having to do this.
I grabbed the chair and chucked it at the screens, taking as many out as possible. I knew they would have to be replaced, but I didn’t give a fuck. It was the hardest thing wanting to be with her and not be able to. She was turning nineteen soon, and then I would claim her.