Chapter 5
For the first time in my life, I’ve come across a man that hasn’t made me want to turn him into a pie.
How strange..
When I called Albert for a clean up, the last thing I expected was for this man to step into my orbit and demand my attention without even knowing— the moment he stepped around that van and into my eyeline, I knew there was something about him.
What? I’m not quite sure, but I’m determined to find out.
Everything about him is a mystery, even his name. I could always ask Albert but I want to hear him tell me, I want to taste the name that falls from his mouth.
“And what’s that thing that lives inside you?” He murmurs, a voice smooth yet rough. It’s enough to send shivers up my spine.
I can hear the others, especially that twat, Jay, who tried to make a move on me, chatting just up the stairs. They’re probably wondering what’s taking so long down here but I couldn’t give two shits. Jay would make an incredible beef wellington or a lasagne, and Kyro? I can tolerate him, for now.
I smirk. “I don’t think I really need to explain, do I? I mean, you saw the job that I called Albert for.”
“That I did,” a smirk that matches mine graces his handsome face. “You’re quite the killer, aren’t you?”
He dips his head lower to accommodate my height and I find myself lifting my chin to meet him.
He smells fresh but woodsy, a scent that I could easily get lost in.
I feel his rough stubble graze against my cheek, those plump lips barely whispering over the shell of my ear.
“Am I to become your next meal, Brynne?”
I turn my head slightly to meet his ear. “That depends..” I whisper, letting my words trail off in the hopes that he’ll reveal his name to me.
“Kincaid,” he grants my silent wish on a heavy breath just as I feel his large hands wrap tightly around my waist. “And what does it depend on, hm?”
Our lips are inches away from each other. His minty breath mingles with mine and it sends my head spinning. I don’t think I’ve ever been made to feel this way before.
It’s frightening, but what’s a little fun without a teaspoon of danger?
Using my own hands, I trace over the veins that sit underneath his skin, trailing over them like a map. The soft touch causes Kincaid to grasp me tighter. “Don’t leave me hanging here, love.”
He brings his head back to face me, eyes like molten obsidian stare back. They’re so dark behind his thick lashes that I can almost see my reflection in them.
I wonder what he sees in me?
I keep my hands on the tops of his. “I suppose it depends on how hungry I am, how starving you make me, Kincaid.”
The muscle in his sharp jaw ticks and I’m desperate to taste him, to sink my teeth into him but not to kill him, no. I want something that I haven’t wanted or even thought about in a long time. I want him to take me, own me, use me.
“How starving I make you?” He grunts through gritted teeth and yanks me closer before trailing his hands over my hips, then down towards my ass.
If this was any other situation, I’d have already stabbed a fork into his neck but there’s something different about Kincaid, and not once in the short time of meeting him, have I felt scared of him.
His large hands squeeze the meat of my ass, causing a soft moan to slip past my parted lips. “What about how starving you make me, love?”
I allow him to caress the area he just squeezed and just above my navel, I can feel his hardness underneath his overalls. “Are you hungry for me, baby?” I coo.
In one swift move, Kincaid grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me from the floor— on instinct, I wrap my legs around his tapered waist, my arms looping around his broad shoulders.
From this angle, he has to lift his head upwards to face me, desperation swimming in his eyes.
“Let’s just say, I haven’t eaten in a while and the meals I’ve had previously are always bland, dead and cold. ”
Cold? Dead? Is he?
Kincaid looks up at me through hooded eyes, a sinister grin pulls at his lips to reveal his perfect teeth. “C’mon love, you’re a clever girl. I can see the question spinning around in your mind, so ask me? Ask me what I am?”
I should be horrified but am I really the best candidate to judge him? I chop up men and turn them into food for Christ’s sake.
Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I tighten my legs around his waist then run the pad of my thumb across his lower lip. “Do you think if I ask what you are, that it’s going to scare me away?”
He swallows harshly. “Possibly. But I wanna hear you say it anyway.”
“You like to fuck dead girls don’t you?” I say with clear intent.
His eyes widen for a moment, almost like he’s shocked that I haven’t run for the hills, then he nods.
I can see the wash of shame that passes over his face, his eyes darting around the room as he tries to avoid my gaze so I grip his jaw in my free hand firmly, to bring his focus back onto me.
“Then I guess we’re both fucked up.” I admit.
I’ve made peace with who I am and what I do, and every man that I’ve murdered deserved it, one way or another.
Kincaid blows out a heavy breath of relief, his hands gripping me tightly beneath my thighs. “Let me take you out to dinner?”
My brow arches. “The necro wants to take out the lady killer for dinner?”
“Not quite how I’d put it, but yeah.” He says with a coy smile.
This might be the first dinner where I haven’t had to cook.
Lifting my hand I trace his sharp brow with my finger, then I run it down the bridge of his nose. There’s a slight bump in the middle along with a deep scar.
I wonder how he got that?
He accepts my touch as I lean down to caress the tip of his nose with mine. My hair fans around us like a curtain, shutting out the world. “You’re pretty fucking crazy, Kin.”
A bright smile tugs at his lips. “So you think I’m pretty?” He teases as he runs his nose up the side of mine. “Quite pretty actually,” I admit.
“So you’ll let me take you out?”
I lift my head and tip it to the side, “you wouldn’t let me say no, would you?”
With that question he grips me even tighter now and hoists me upwards, causing my chest to crash into his. Our faces are inches away from each other, lips barely brushing.
“I don’t take no, for an answer and with the way your thighs are tensing around me, you want someone to take control. You want me to have control. Don’t you, love?” He teases.
His voice is so rich and dark that I can feel it scratching against my overly sensitive skin. It caresses like rough hands, toying with me until I’m ready to explode.
Kincaid has me exactly where he wants me, and I’m exactly where I want to be.
“I want that,” I whisper through a shuddered breath. “I shouldn’t want it, after everything that I’ve been through and the things that I’ve done but I do. I want you, and I have no idea why.”
At the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs, Kincaid slowly lowers me to the ground. The difference in height sends my head spinning but I manage to keep upright, and just before I can step out of his hold, he pulls me back then shouts to whoever is coming down the steps.
”Whoever the fuck is coming down, go back. I’m not done yet.”
The grating of Jay’s voice rings through my ears. “Are you done getting your dick wet?”
I roll my eyes at his comment and just as Kincaid is about to snap back, I interrupt him to speak to Jay. “It seems you’ve forgotten our little chat from before. I can always make that threat come true, Jay.” Kincaid cocks his brow at me then he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth.
Jay shuffles on the steps, then I hear him retreat.
“Fuck, you make me wanna apologise for something I haven’t even done.” Kincaid groans, causing me to smile.
“That can be arranged,” I retort, then slip out of his hold and make my way over to the steps. I hear him chuckle behind me so I turn to face him. “Pick me up at seven tomorrow night?”
His dark eyes trail from my bare feet, all the way up my legs, over my stomach then to my eyes. He wets his bottom lip with his tongue, the simple act causes a fire to ignite in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ll be here.” He says with a wink.
My phone has been blowing up all night and I haven’t had the brain capacity to check the messages because a certain someone, a certain man has filled my mind all night.
I could hardly sleep, every time I closed my eyes, he was there.
His face, his voice, the way he handled my fiery exterior, completely unafraid to get burnt.
Kincaid is something that I’ve never experienced before. He’s gentle but demanding, soft and sharp. He sparks something inside of me that I think has been dead for quite a while.
Ever since that night, three years ago, I’ve felt hollow.
Just going through the motions. I can put on a mask, yes, but deep down, I’m lonely.
I can feed into these men’s fantasies and get what I want, but really it’s not enough.
No matter how many men I get rid of on this earth, it’ll never fix my broken soul.
It’ll never repair what Chris did to me, or what monsters like him do to other women.
Sometimes, I feel as though I’m fighting a losing battle but I’ll never give up, I’ll never stop and maybe I’ll let Kincaid see me for who I really am.
Steam swirls around the kitchen from the coffee machine.
The warm rays of the sun are peaking through the treeline that surrounds my home.
Whilst my coffee brews, I grab my phone from the dining table, the very same table where Chris ate his last meal.
The thought makes me smirk because now, he’s being pickled in little jars.
I swipe across some of the notifications that don’t hold my interest, there’s a text message from Albert to confirm that he received my payment for last night's cleaning job.
I send him a quick thank you, then scroll through the various messages that arrived throughout the night from the dating app I use to catch these vile bastards.
Random messages cluster together across the screen, a few of them making my eyes roll.
“Hey baby, you got any more pics you can send me?”
Bore off.
“Hows about we skip the dinner stage and head straight to dessert?”
Is this guy for real?
I clear all the ones that are asking me for titty pics, and the odd ones saying they have a sausage that they could feed me, until one stands out.
“You’re such a fucking slut. I bet you’d scream like a little bitch when I find you and shove my cock inside that tainted cunt. I bet I could make you bleed for me as I rape your tight little ass.”
So, Leroy thinks he can take me on does he? Does he really think that I won’t find him? That I won’t skin him alive and turn his fucking insides into soup?
Don’t fucking tease me with a good time.
I quickly serve up my coffee, adding two sugars and a dash of milk then I sit myself down and open up the dating website on my laptop.
In between sipping on my coffee, my fingers fly across the keyboard, collecting all the information that I can on Leroy.
I grab the pictures he’s uploaded on to his profile and drop them into an image reverse website.
Anticipation buzzes around in my system like a swarm of bees as I watch the website work away, searching the wide web for Leroy. Then, it gives me exactly what I want.
I click on his social media page.
Leroy Jenkins.
Forty-five.
There isn’t much on his homepage other than a few tagged photos, and a previous place of work but that won’t stop me from finding him. Taking what I can from his social media, I go about searching the internet for more information on him now that I have his full name, age and previous job.
After a couple of seconds, I come across a couple of news reports. Oh, would you look at that? A public police report, just for me to have a look at.
Such a shame, Leroy. If you hadn't opened your stupid mouth, I wouldn’t have to do this.
I take a quick look at the news report and scroll down to find a photographed picture of Leroy. He’s wearing a measly black suit, his face weathered and aged as he’s escorted out of a courthouse.
“What have you been up to, Leroy?” I mutter to myself before taking another sip of coffee, then I continue my investigation.
It seems to me that little Leroy couldn’t keep his hands to himself, or his puny dick for that matter. He was fired from his old job after sexually assaulting a woman who worked alongside him, he then went onto rape her after she reported the attack.
I tut. “Stupid, stupid man.” Anger floods my system the further I read into the story, a sour sickness settling in my stomach at what that poor woman went through.
Every woman deserves to feel safe, regardless of where they work, what they choose to wear or what they do in their daily lives. No means no. End of story.
Clicking off the news report, I head over to the police report instead to see if I can find his address.
Usually I wouldn’t go this far, I’d entice them in through the dating app, sweet talk them a little bit and then get them to come back to my place but this time it’s different, Leroy has stepped onto my turf.
He’s put himself on my radar with his disgusting threats.
What happened to hello? Or asking how I am? Not straight up wanting to raw-dog my ass.
Kincaid would never.
Speaking of the mystery man, I have no idea what he’s planned or where we’ll be going, but I’m just happy to be in his presence. I’ll have to see Leroy at some point afterwards.
Once I’ve located his address, which isn’t that far from here– a scary thought I know, I make a note of it and shut the laptop down.
Kincaid won’t be here for a couple of hours but I’m nothing if not a well prepared woman, so it’s off to the bathroom I go.