Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
OLIVER
W ork was exhausting, but that's nothing new. It's a daily tiresome grind that I've adjusted to with time. Unlike most people, I don't enjoy time off from work because I'm spending it with other people. No, no, no. I like my time off so I can get away from people. I'm either staring at the blank walls of my room watching the blood from deep in my mind's eye spill down from the ceiling or dealing with whatever the guys have going on. I prefer the bloody walls though.
Blood is soothing—the sight of it or the sounds associated with it. That's probably why I tend to self-medicate with carnal pleasure. It's the closest I can get to holding someone's life in my hands without actually killing them.
I was close to killing that girl today and the most shocking part was…she looked like she planned to let me. Once I've fucked a woman, they don't ever come back for seconds and that's by both of our choices. I don't want sex past when I actually need it to quell the blood lust. Also, no one can handle more than one round with me. There are some big shoes to fill and I'm pretty sure I've frightened every woman I've ever fucked half to death.
That woman today though…she wasn't trying to stop me or shrinking away in fear. She begged for more. She was as much of a masochist as I am a sadist. Most women don't even make it to the grand finale, but she surpassed my expectations. Not only did she make it to the end without tapping out but she also let me go again after I climaxed. I ate her bloody cunt until my cock was hard again then…then I fucked her again.
I've never fucked a woman twice before. That was a first and she was so desperate to be filled by my cock.
My dick is already hard just thinking of all that blood painting her freckle-dusted skin and the mixture of cries and moans she gave me with every single thrust.
I take a quick shower and contemplate leaving her blood covering my cock, but ultimately decide to rid myself of the evidence. It's a shame too. I kind of liked her blood painting my flesh and I don't like many things.
Climbing out of the shower, I dry off and throw on clean clothes before leaving my room, locking the door behind me.
No one is allowed in my room except me. Not even the guys. I like my privacy and my solitude.
The second I leave my room, I hear a voice coming from the next room, the door thrown open.
"Wait. What's going on?" Ro's voice echoes through the doorway. "No. Babe, you sound freaked out. If you want me to help Beth, I need you to tell me what's going on."
Beth? Who the fuck is Beth?
"If you don't want me to tell Nigel, it must be serious," he mutters and that's when it clicks.
Ohhh. The woman from the party. I never caught her name, but I didn't expect it to be that. Not that I care. I give a shit about very few things and she's not one of them.
"Fine. I won't say anything. Just tell me what happened…Wait, Oliver? Do you mean Ollie? What did he do?"
Looks like the little princess doesn't know how to keep a secret. I don't care either way, but that's something I can tuck away into the brain vault for later. I might need that tidbit in the future.
"Let me get this straight. She showed up to your house covered in blood, barely able to walk, and she needs her car taken care of because she can't do it herself in the state she is in…all because she hooked up with Ollie. She doesn't want Nigel to know because he'll start a fight with her even though they aren't together. Is that the gist of this clusterfuck?"
I almost laugh. Clearly, she wasn't going to be able to walk once I was done with her. I was surprised she was able to make her way to her car after how thoroughly I fucked her. She practically waddled her way there.
I stand in his doorway and stare at Ro's back as he holds the phone to his ear. "You do realize that if Nigel finds out about this, he's going to kill Ollie, right?"
He doesn't know Nigel as well as he thinks he does. It's been a pretty well kept secret that Nigel and I have shared bed partners just for fun and he hasn't been possessive over any of them…well, until this one. I've seen the way he behaves toward her. He acts like a wild animal ready to attack anyone who even looks at her funny, let alone flirts with her.
Nigel could never take me though. We both know that even though he's a trained fighter, I'm a good foot taller than him and have nearly double the muscle mass. That makes it easy to restrain him. I've only had to do it a few times to stop him from getting himself arrested.
He has a big temper that almost rivals my own. Almost.
"Yeah, I'll grab one of the guys and head on over." He hangs up and I let out a slow whistle to announce my presence. His head snaps around.
"Ro, it's not nice to gossip," I taunt, but he just narrows his eyes.
"What the fuck were you thinking?" he asks, irritation across his face.
I pretend to contemplate my answer for a moment before I say, "I'd have to say I was thinking with my dick, but I don't think that's the answer you want."
His eyes narrow. "Don't be a smartass. Beth is Nigel's girl."
"No, she's not." She confirmed as much to me and whoever he was on the phone with backed her up.
"It doesn't matter if she believes she is or not. He does. You stabbed Nigel in the back."
"Who did what?" Nigel's voice comes from around the corner of the hall before he does. He stops next to me, looking at Ro with suspicion in his eyes.
Honestly, I had no idea he was here. I figured he was either training for his next match or at work. Clearly, he's not with the little princess or Ro wouldn't have gotten that call.
Ro looks like a deer caught in headlights, his gaze dashing from me to Nigel and back to me over and over. He doesn't know what to say or do. If he tells Nigel, he will be breaking his promise to whoever called him, but he has no way out of it.
"I didn't do anything," Ro says with his hands up as if in defeat.
"Well, who did? What's going on?" Nigel presses and I chuckle.
"Ro seems to think you're going to want to beat my ass when you hear what I did today." If Ro isn't going to say it, I will.
"Ollie," Ro hisses while motioning for me to keep my mouth shut.
"Huh? Why? What did you do?" Nigel tilts his head in confusion.
"Ollie, shut your mouth," Ro warns and I grin.
"I fucked Beth," I admit with no shame at all.
Nigel looks between me and Ro for a moment before he throws his head back laughing like I knew he would. "Is that it?" he asks.
"Yup. She got a little bloody and bruised, but she'll survive."
Ro stares at Nigel sideways, probably thrown off by Nigel's reaction. He shouldn't be. I'm Nigel's best friend and even if he got mad at me, there wouldn't be much he could do about it. Well, he could punish the little princess, but that's not my business and doesn't affect me.
"Good luck with that anyway. She's one crazy girl."
"Crazy? Are you sure we're talking about the same woman?" Nigel asks, his brows nearly hitting his hairline.
"Yup. She nearly strangled herself with my hand to the point of almost blacking out. Like I said, she's fucking batshit." I won't admit it out loud, but I kind of like that she's psychotic in her own way. It's not quite the same as my psychopathy, but it's like she’s a kindred spirit and I like burrowing myself under her skin.
It seems I've found someone I can play cat and mouse with and I can't wait to play with her again.