Epilogue
Three months later
I check the time on my laptop, and the clock reads midnight.
My Wednesday night writing sprint is coming to an end, so I turn to glance at my live feed, reading the incoming comments.
Several people are in the live chat, and questions start pouring in about the secret project I posted on my VidTok today.
“Hi, guys! I won’t be able to answer any questions about the secret project tonight.
It’s almost finished; I promise to discuss it once it’s ready.
You guys know I can’t keep a secret.” The chat’s going wild with comments.
I try to read them, but they’re flashing by too quickly.
“I’m sorry to disappoint anyone, but I don’t discuss my unfinished projects in case I change something.
” The chat’s still going wild, but I catch a glimpse of a comment that says, ‘BEHIND YOU’.
Before I can turn around, I feel gentle hands grip my shoulders.
“Hi, angel. Did you miss me?” his voice was low in my ear, sending goosebumps all over me.
My eyes meet his in my camera, and I lunge forward, my hand outstretched to shut my live feed off, but Dante pulls me back, reaching my phone first, and knocks it to the ground.
He pins me to my desk, twisting my arm above my head, and running his hand up my thigh.
“Come on, Luna. Let them hear you scream my name. They’re dying to know who I am.
” Dante speaks loud enough for everyone in the chat to hear.
I’m stuck pinned over my desk, entirely at his mercy. “You are in so much trouble,” I grumble. He’s wearing the mask I like, trying to get in my good graces, pulling a stunt like this. I struggle against his grip, and Dante chuckles at my feeble attempt at freeing myself.
Dante bends over, picking up my phone from the floor, and sets it on the desk.
He rips my shorts down past my knees and kicks my legs apart.
I gasp, my head jerking back as I feel him run the tip of his cock against my pussy.
“How much trouble am I in now?” He growls into my ear, his deep voice sending tingles all over my body.
“Shut the live feed off, Wolfy,” I say through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to moan as he slips the tip of his cock over my clit the way I like. I bite my bottom lip so hard I can taste blood. I’m going to make him pay for this.
Dante pulls his cock away, and I groan in frustration, being so close to an orgasm already.
“You know that’s not my name, angel.” He lets go of my arm, but still has me pinned in place against the desk, his cock resting against my ass.
I wiggle back and forth against him, eliciting a frustrated groan of his own.
Dante snakes his hand around my throat, pulling me up to him.
The cool plastic from his skull mask grazes my heated cheek, and I can’t stop the whine that leaves my throat, feeling its cool relief.
“Say my name, angel. I’ve been dying to hear you say it all week. ”
Dante begins rubbing his cock back and forth against my ass and snaking a hand around my middle to tease my clit again. “Please,” I say breathlessly. “The live feed—” My pleas are cut off as he pulls back and slams his cock into me. “Dante!” I scream as he fills me.
“That’s right, angel. Scream my name, let them know who you belong to.
Let them hear how a good girl gets fucked.
” Dante wastes no time as he slams into me over and over again, dragging me to the edge of ecstasy, only to stop and pull out.
I let out a frustrated growl this time, and Dante chuckles.
He lifts my leg onto the desk and repositions himself at my entrance, teasing me.
I look back at him, staring into his green eyes, begging to be fucked.
Dante fishes a finger under his mask and pulls it off.
His god-like features are my kryptonite, and he knows it.
He pulls back, pulling my shirt down to expose my back.
He kisses his way from the middle of my back to my shoulder, darting his tongue out before biting down, and pushing his cock deep inside me.
“Dante! Fuck!” I gasp, feeling him fill me again.
Dante’s hands find my hips, gripping my ass tightly, and pulling me back to him, pushing his cock deeper.
I let out a strangled moan, the pain from his bite and the pleasure from his cock are hitting all the right places, and I’m so close to coming.
“Fuck, baby, please fuck me.” With his teeth still locked on my shoulder, Dante begins pulsing in and out of me, his pace steady, building with every stroke.
His teeth bit down harder, and I let out another scream.
Dante lets out an animalistic growl, letting go of my shoulder and picking up his pace, slamming into me with a newfound fervor.
“You are mine, Luna Stirling. God, you feel so fucking good—so tight and wet, dripping fucking wet. I’m going to come so deep inside you, so fucking deep—” Pleasure rips through me as I listen to Dante’s praises.
I come so hard around his cock, I scream his name even louder than before.
Sorry neighbors. It’s not long until Dante joins me in orgasm-land and fills me as promised.
My body gives out, and I lie against my cool desk. Dante peppers my back with kisses as we catch our breaths. I quickly return to reality, seeing my phone on the desk, and try to sit up, but Dante still has me pinned. “The live feed!” I squeal.
“Calm down, angel. I turned it off when I picked it up. Nobody heard or saw a thing—but I always knew you were a bit of an exhibitionist.” Dante pulls out of me, and I let out a satisfied hum.
“Me? The exhibitionist? Says the man that posts thirst traps on the internet.” I laugh as Dante unpins me from the desk, spinning me around to face him.
Dante curls his fingers around the nape of my neck and pulls me into a kiss.
It’s soft, unlike how he just fucked me.
He knows that aftercare is necessary, and it fills my heart with joy every time.
This man truly loves me and wants me to feel safe with him at all times, and I do.
From the moment I met him, I knew I was safe with him. The heart knows.
“You just thought I fucked you in front of your live feed, and did very little to stop me. I fucked you in the woods, and you screamed my name loud enough for the made-up park rangers to hear. I think you like the thought of people hearing you be worshipped.” Dante says in a teasing tone.
I hum, wrapping my arms around his neck. “The man of dreams. You know all my kinks before I do.”
Dante chuckles. “I’m always a willing participant in any of your kinky dreams. Call it research for your books.”
“Mmhm. Research. I can go for another round of research.” I push up on my tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Shall I turn on my live feed this time?” Dante hums against my mouth.
“No!” I yelp, laughing, slapping his chest.
Dante laughs, catching my face in his hands. “Use your beautiful, dark mind, and tell me what you want, angel.”
“Well, I do have this idea,” I say, running my hands down his chiseled torso until I’m greeted with his still hard cock.
I take him in my hands and begin stroking him, my pace painfully slow on purpose.
“I want you to kidnap someone for me.” Dante hums, thrusting himself harder into my hand.
“I want you to take them to a pig farm, let me cut them up.” I give him a hard squeeze, dragging my hand up his shaft, my thumb resting against the tip.
I swipe my thumb over the drops of pre-cum, using it to massage the spot right under the head of his cock.
Dante groans, trying to buck into my hand again, but I won’t let him.
“We’ll toss their body parts to the nearby pigs, and then you will take me from behind as we watch them eat. ”
Dante presses his hips into me, pinning me against my desk as he thrusts his cock, rubbing it against my swollen clit, and pumping himself in my hands.
I throw my head back, moaning, but Dante threads his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back up and forcing me to look him in the eyes.
“You don’t get to close your eyes. Watch what you do to me, Luna.
Watch how I come for you.” Dante thrusts hard, forcing my head down to watch him slip in and out of my hands.
“Look at what you do to me. Look at how wet your pretty pussy coats my cock, angel. So needy and demanding—Fuck!” Dante pulls my head up, crashing his lips to mine, and I feel warm ropes of cum spurt across my belly and hands.
I let go of his cock, and Dante hisses, pulling back, unpinning me from my desk. “So about that trip to the farm?” I ask breathlessly.
Dante rests his head against mine, giving me a breathy laugh. “Anything for you, angel. We’ll talk about the logistics of the farm later, after you have some more training.” He presses his lips to mine, and I melt into him. “I love you, Luna.”
“I love you more, Dante.”
Three weeks later
John softly cries as he hangs upside down from a tree in the woods near our cabin. I knew deep down that day that the cabin was for me when Dante brought me here, and I told him as much.
“What would a cold-blooded killer/stalker do with a library of that size anyway?”
“I picked up an excellent reading habit from a best-selling author, thank you very much. I’m sure I could fill it in time, but not as quickly as you can, my angel.”
I still have my apartment in the city where we live full-time, but the cabin is used more for our darker habits.
No one knows where it’s located, and we plan to keep it that way as we navigate life with Johnny Costanza breathing down Dante’s neck every five seconds, giving him a new hit, but it works for now.
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Dante asks, giving me a concerned look.
“It’s a little late to be concerned when I’m about to gut this loser.” Stalling as I hold the knife up to John Pendeck’s neck. “I’m fine, I’m just, I’ve only done it once before.”
“Remember what I taught you. Channel your fear, use the darkness we feel to your advantage. You know what he did. He’s on your list for a reason.” Dante touches the small of my back. “I’m right here with you.”
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, remembering why I’m here in the first place.
John Pendeck, 56, of Las Vegas, Nevada, used to frequent Dollies.
He was my highest paying customer at one point, and he used to love coming in shit faced, and tell me how much I reminded him of his daughter, and how much he wished it was her he was touching instead of me, but she was only three.
I begged my boss to be put on a different shift to avoid him, but he didn’t give a shit; he only saw dollar signs.
It didn’t matter that this sick fuck was thinking about his own daughter or that she was an innocent baby.
But it matters now, and I will right the wrong that is John Pendeck.
I pull my knife back and slam it back into his stomach.
Blood trickles down his white shirt, making a path for me.
John cries out, screaming for help, but no one will hear him.
I bear down on the knife, ripping it across his stomach, and twisting as I pull it out.
John screams, turns to a gargle as blood starts to fill his mouth.
He tries wiggling his body, but the more he does, the more blood squirts out of his wound.
John wails in pain, and a smile spreads across my face.
I kneel close to his face. “Hi, John. You probably don’t remember me, but I sure remembered you, and what you wanted to do to your daughter.
You paid to touch me so you could feel like you were abusing your three-year-old.
You are the vermin of this world, and I will feel nothing as I take your life.
” I shove my knife into the side of his neck, and I watch the light leave his eyes.
Yesssss. Feels good, doesn’t it? One down, many more to go.
I stand to find Dante with a bone saw in his hand. “One order of pig food coming up.”
I let Dante do the cutting, or, well, sawing. I don’t have the stomach for it yet, and the sounds coming from behind me as I close my hands over my ears make my stomach flip. Instead, I head to our garage to get the bags for said body parts.
An hour later, we have the car packed up, and we're driving five hours away to a pig farm in upstate New York.
We planned it perfectly, arriving just after midnight.
The pigs are out grazing, and notice us right away.
“They are hungry. I paid the farmer double not to feed them today so they would be ready for tonight.”
I turn to him, wide-eyed. “You, psychopath. You paid someone to starve them?”
“I’m your psychopath,” Dante says proudly.
“I’d do anything to keep that dark mind of yours full of devious, nasty, depraved thoughts.
It’s only been a day, and we need all the evidence gone.
It’s amazing what a little bit of money can do.
” He grabs my face, kissing me hard, stepping away as he pulls back.
“Now, let’s feed these pigs, so I can see that pretty pussy soaked in moonlight. ”
Dante unzips a bag and tosses me an arm.
“Oh my god.” My vision tunnels, and I swallow hard to keep myself from throwing up.
“You didn’t need to throw it at me! Yuck, pervert arm.
Ugh, here, piggy piggies, come get your dinner!
” I toss the arm over the fence, and the beasts charge for it, biting into the flesh and ripping the arm in two.
More body parts fly over the fence until the bags are empty.
The pigs hum happily, snorting and eating every last bit of John Pendeck.
I feel an arm snake around my middle and hoist me up. I giggle, knowing exactly what’s about to happen, as Dante trudges toward the nearby treeline. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Vera. I think it’s time someone tied you up and taught you a lesson.”
“Mmmm, yes, I need to be taught a very big lesson, Detective Moore.”
To be continued…