15. Cards
Cards
“S pade,” I said, already guessing it would have to do with using a knife.
Each kill was different, depending on the jack type the victims chose, but sometimes, the bodies were maimed beyond belief, and the cause of death was difficult to determine.
Jack motioned for me to take the card, and I did, holding it against my chest as though it might protect me from him. “That one is stabbing.”
I was about to ask about the others but if he’d wanted to tell me, he would’ve. “Now what?”
“You hold onto that card for now... until the time calls for it,” he said with a cold smile that sent shivers down my spine. He motioned at the photos scattered across the table. “Were these the only ones you found?”
I gawked at him. “How many more are there?”
“Is that an interview question?” he asked in mock surprise. “No, no. Your next task is to shadow me next week, so that means you get to observe only.”
I opened and closed my mouth, wanting to argue, but I decided against it. I’d pushed my luck with him a few times, and I wasn’t about to push more. Especially at the risk he’d change his mind and refuse to let me follow him.
“In the meantime,” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair, and bending me over onto the table. “Which is your favorite victim of mine?” He leaned forward, pushing against me. “What photo speaks to you?” he asked with a chuckle.
I squirmed but froze when something hard pressed against my ass. “They’re all interesting because they each tell a story,” I said through gritted teeth. He was enjoying this way too much, and the biggest problem was that I was, too.
“Is that so?” He trailed his fingers along my back, and I trembled. “How about I tell you what the other cards are in exchange for an ask of my own?”
I knew what the favor would be this time, and I wasn’t opposed. Even though I really should be. But it was for the sake of my report; this would give my confirmation on which card meant what. No matter what, I had to accept.
“Can I...get my notebook?” I asked tentatively. If he said yes, would he put me back in this position again?
He scoffed and moved away from me. Before I could straighten, he pushed back against me and placed a pen into my hand. “Use the back of one of the photos.”
“And what’s...your ask?” I asked in a whisper.
The table creaked as he leaned his hands on either side of me. “You’re going to write them down while I fuck you.”
I turned my head to the side, eyebrows rising so high, I was sure they’d vanished. “Language,” I said in a mocking tone.
The table creaked again, and he slapped the side of my ass with such force, I buried my face into my arm to scream.
That fucking asshole had the nerve to punish me for something he did to me constantly.
I was going to let him have it. Not then and there, but at some point. When I could think clearly.
He lifted my dress, and my hand trembled as I grabbed one of the pictures and flipped it upside down. The sound of his belt unbuckling sent my pulse shooting south, and then his zipper being pulled down was almost my undoing.
How was he able to turn me on so violently with just everyday sounds?
He pulled down my shorts and panties in one hard tug, and I stiffened as something thick pressed at my center. I did my best to write which card I already knew, but my hand trembled from intensity as he sheathed himself inside me.
I pushed my forehead against the surface as I moaned. God, he felt so good.
“The jack of heart is also done with a knife,” he said in a roughly seductive voice. He moved harder into me as something cool and sharp pressed against my neck, and I whimpered. “Want to guess?”
“Slicing...throat,” I panted, raising my hips.
“Write it.” He bit out the words, and I did as he ordered. The writing was almost illegible with how hard he pounded into me.
“Jack...of clubs?” I asked in quick and hollow breaths. “Is... Ah!” He reached beneath me, his fingers circling my clit.
“Choking, yes.” He grunted as though satisfied, and for a second, I worried he was already finished. Instead, he leaned forward again, thrusting in deeper. He shoved his fingers into my mouth, and I tasted myself. “Diamond is drowning.”
A wave of desire spread out from my chest as I sucked on them, my heart beating so hard, I thought it would explode.
He grabbed my hips, pulled out almost completely, and then slammed into me over and over as I screamed.
Writing was impossible, but every time I tried to stop, he slapped my ass in warning.
It stung, and tears blurred my vision, and I did my best to write it all down.
“And Joker...is my choice.” He pumped into me harder, the sound of wet slapping filling the room. He bucked within me and hissed through his teeth. “ Mine .”
I cried out in a wild eruption of pleasure, the singular world bringing me over the edge.
I let myself fall forward onto the table, gasping inshort little spurts.
My hand trembled as I wrote the last card’s option, letting out a tiny cry as he pulled out of me.
I suddenly felt so empty. And my ass throbbed like hell.
To my surprise, he lifted me into his arms and carried me to the sofa where he held me close to him.
My emotions seemed to come back down from a high I’d never experienced before.
I wanted to say something, but no words seemed to form.
Instead, I closed my eyes and cuddled up to him.
Wood, musk, and sex. I could get used to this.
For as long as possible, anyway.