Chapter 22
My cock is hard as fuckin’ stone. I short circuit the moment her body comes apart on my knife.
Hope her smell is forever embedded in the grain of the wood; she’s a poison I want to keep sampling.
I know it’s bad for me, but I can’t stop, I need to keep a piece of her with me even after I break her.
She’s a dangerous addiction. A fun game—a game I refuse to lose.
I graze the handle over her fluids one last time before bringing it to my mouth. I shiver. Sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted. My high is slowly wearing off, and I curse under my breath as my demons slip through my well-crafted barrier.
Fuck her raw. Take her violently. Give into the craving. Cut her perfect skin.
I twist the blade around so I’m now gripping the handle.
I tap the sharp end of the blade against my temple to silence the demons who want to mark her.
They beg me to let the darkness in. I need release; the demons demand sacrifice.
If I don’t come they’ll just grow louder, and I’ll break her with my tainted, corrupt ways before I can do what needs done.
“Go,” I grit through my teeth and slam my eyes closed. I’m burning for her and that’s fuckin’ dangerous.
She bristles against me. Her eyes follow my blade. “What?” she asks, dumbfounded.
Does she have no idea how much danger she’s in? I can’t let the crazy free yet. Gotta wait a little longer. “We’re done. Go,” I repeat coldly, snapping the blade closed. This wasn’t the plan. Have to get her out now before I lose control. The madness of my demons claw at the surface.
She scoffs and fights back the embarrassment. “Fine,” she replies in a clipped tone. She staggers off the leather stool, leaving a pool of blood and cum beneath her that reaches my senses.
She forces her pants up over her hips and snatches her jacket from the floor. I watch her with a cold, detached expression.
She says nothing as she exits the way we came in.
She leaves me to clean up the mess. Fine with me.
I already have plans for it. The second the door slams shut I fist my cock through my sweats and violently jerk it to the image of her.
I take my free hand and rub my hand in her sweet release and lick up my palm, tasting it.
It takes me seconds to explode on the dark wood floor.
The strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced rips through me.
Ropes of cum escape my pierced cock to the vision of her.
It takes no time to clean up the evidence of our little tryst. She may be angry now, but all I feel is a deep-rooted sense of accomplishment.
A fucking virgin, I laugh to myself. Will be a delight when I sink my cock into her fleshy cunt.
For now, I’ll humor her and let her believe my intentions are nothing less than honorable.
Honorable and Zain Lark don’t even fit in the same sentence. I’ll creep around in her mind, taking up space.
I take my time heading back home. Gotta make sure she made it back to her dorm. I dig out my phone and pull up the camera in her room. Lights off. Empty. Void.
I roll my tongue against the flesh of my inner cheek and chuckle.
She went to the party anyway. Clearly, I’m not satiating her curiosity.
Too many useless fucks waiting to take advantage of innocent things such as her at these fuckin’ parties.
Has she not learned her lesson? I can’t have her broken before I even get a chance to watch her unravel into my ideal disaster.
Only I get to be that devil lurking on her doorstep.
Doesn’t take too long to figure out which house she’s gone to.
Her little friend is sloppy and blasts her every move on social media.
I’m not much for that shit, but if it makes the task at hand easier, then fuck it.
I pull her roommate’s social media up. Picture after picture of Clara plastered, hanging on guys, is posted prominently.
I scoff. Hope Kieran doesn’t see this shit.
After a bit more digging around, I locate the address.
She is way too loose with her social media habits; she should learn a thing or two from Vesper, who I’ve researched extensively.
She doesn’t have a single account. Thank Mommy and Daddy for that.
I pop another molly and know I’m in for a wild ride double-dipping.
Don’t expect her to be welcoming, not after I tossed her out like garbage and drugged her.
Love it when they struggle. The fight is half the fun.
I’m in tune to how much of an insane fuck I am. Women avoid me for that reason alone.
I enter the foggy courtyard, a cigarette hanging from my lips as I clop through the darkness.
The larger upscale manors and older historical homes sit tucked away on the outskirts of campus.
Bile fills my throat. I’ve avoided this lifestyle like the plague.
I don’t want it. I don’t flaunt my shit like these rich fucks.
Money means nothing to me. I blow through that shit like there’s no tomorrow.
It pisses my dad off, if I can even call him that.
He watches me piss away the inheritance on drugs.
The high it offers is like nothing else I could spend it on. So, fuck it.
Stone columns line the houses in secession.
Perfectly manicured lawns and fancy chandeliers fill each entryway.
I pass through a set of tall black wrought iron gates as the fog dissipates.
The loud bass booms through the aged neighborhood.
Slutty girls come into view doing anything they can to fuck these rich assholes.
Doesn’t change much. Rich or poor, they just want a quick fuck and to feel like they can have any of these rich asswipes by the balls.
They’re dim-witted if they think these Elites give two shits about anything other than their pussy.
I head to the side of the house and settle against the old stonework under the cover of darkness while I wait for her. I shroud myself in the shadows behind a column and drown in my nicotine fix while I wait for the molly to enter my system.
Right on cue, she exits through the front door.
Alone. I’d bet my last fuckin’ dollar Kieran is the reason for that.
His fixation with Clara is borderline unhealthy.
Not my place to give a fuck. Kieran denies it up and down, but it’s obvious as fuck.
I slink in the shadows as I follow her through the darkness, staying cloaked like a snake in the grass, bloodstained clothes and all.
She’s unaware of my presence. Such a shame she wasn’t taught self-awareness.
Her eyes are glued to her phone. Anyone could come out and do insidious things to her.
My mind begins to wonder about the taste of her blood again.
Sweet and decadent. Fucking intoxicating.
Even though I just satiated my inner demons, they’re already importuning me to do awful, sinful things to her.
Where she used to quiet my demons, she now drives them to delirium.
That alone is scary as fuck. She has the same effect as my other less-harmful addictions that I can freely indulge in.
They don’t threaten my inner being the way she does.
Keeping her sounds tempting. Could lock her inside my basement and fuck her when I need my fix.
Use her for my own selfish needs. I quickly shake the thought.
The minute I implement my plan, she’ll be gone from my life.
Tossed to the side, and she can be someone else’s mess to fuckin’ pick up.I wait until she makes it back to campus before I stalk up behind her.
She punches in her code before my hand slams against the glass, preventing the door from opening.
She spins around and drops her phone onto the concrete.
Her little body shrinks against the glass like the helpless thing she is.
A look of shock is quickly replaced by anger.
I see she’s cleaned the remnants of our playtime from her face.
Such a shame, she’s a masterpiece painted in my blood.
“What the hell, Zain!” She slaps my chest. I smile wide like the Joker.
“Now, why are you walking home alone, little songbird? Campus is a dangerous place. Wouldn’t want you getting hurt again.” My slow words send a foreboding message.
Her face turns grim. “What I do is not your business,” she says defiantly. “Especially after drugging me and taking advantage of me!” Her words are shaky and wavering. Her eyes study my bloodshot ones.
My hands fly out and slam against the glass door, making it rattle. Her little body trembles. I inhale her scent. A rush pulses through my veins, stronger than any drug.
“You asked for it,” I whisper aggressively in her ear.
Her breath, hot and panting, warm my neck. “I didn’t ask for you to drug me, toss me aside, and then stalk me like a psycho,” she spits.
A deep, rumbling, cynical laugh fills my chest. “Oh no. I saved you,” I justify my vicious actions.
She doesn’t know the half of it. She feeds my psychosis.
Reining in my fanatical behavior for now is proving more difficult than planned.
“You wanted a good time. You got it,” I supply, pushing off from the door, giving her the illusion of space.
“This is crazy,” she whispers. “None of this is normal.” She shakes her head violently.
No. None of this shit is normal. In no capacity do I understand what normal even fuckin’ is.
Her eyes betray her, showing her deception. Her body screams pleasure, but her eyes scream fear. If I was a better person, I’d feel sympathy, but instead I feel nothing but the urge to fuck her against this door and destroy any good thing left inside of her. I want her broken like me.
“Go to bed, Vesper. If you need pleasure, you know where to find me,“ I command. Her eyes can hardly contain her curiosity. She’s hooked.
Was too damn easy. She looks at me like a wounded animal, then tucks tail and retreats into the dorm.
Without a word, I bend down and retrieve her phone, pocketing it.