2. Chapter Two Lakey #2
"I know she didn't do anything, that's the whole point.
She fucked Tyler, so now she pays for it.
We make up the story, we both go in together, we cry a little, and they arrest her.
Easy. I already know what I'm gonna say.
" She laughed. "Girl, she's gonna lose her shit when the cops show up.
I can't wait. I’ve got the security cams on order so we can watch it later. "
Two women plotting to fabricate a crime and destroy someone's life because she slept with the wrong guy. Filing a false police report. Manufacturing evidence. Laughing about it.
I knew what it felt like to have someone else decide your fate. To have people with power use that power to crush you because they could. Because it was easy. Because no one was watching.
Someone was watching now.
I grabbed a tourist shirt off the rack, a gaudy pink thing that said, "Welcome to Sunny City," and grabbed some chips before wandering down aisle two.
Smiled at Brinley. She smiled back. Then I knocked a display over accidentally on purpose, sending candy bars and energy drinks scattering across the floor.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! I'm such a klutz!"
She sighed and came around the counter with a broom. The camera had a blind spot where the shelving units created a shadow in the corner. I'd noticed it as I wandered the store.
She bent down to pick up the mess. I pulled my karambit from the sheath on my thigh. One quick cut across her throat from behind, deep enough to hit the artery, and she dropped into the pile of candy bars without making a sound louder than a wet exhale.
I wiped the blade on her apron, sheathed it, stripped off my bloody shirt right there, pulled on the tourist pink, and walked out. Dumped the old shirt behind the dumpster in the alley. Must have missed a spot of blood on my hand when I pulled the new one on, which is how it ended up on my sleeve.
That was Brinley. Number twenty-eight. Unscheduled, but earned.
After that, I headed to the tree. My tree. The one across the street from the little girl's house. I sat up there for an hour, watching the dark window with the pink curtains, and then I went home. Cam was waiting, and the rest of the night played out the way it always did after a kill.
And now here I was, hiding, listening to his keys hit the counter, knowing exactly what was about to happen.
The front door slammed shut and a smile broke out on my face.
Oh, Cam was ready to play, and I can't wait for him to take it out on me. I dried off from my quick rinse in the shower just as I heard him tossing the keys on the counter.
"Laaaaakey." He started whistling. "Ooooooh, Laaaakey."
I stifled a giggle, throwing on one of his t-shirts and stuffing myself in his side of the closet. His heavy footsteps thumped around the apartment.
"I can smell your soap, baby girl."
Yeah, the soap you keep using.
He moved around the apartment, rifling through closets before stopping outside the bedroom.
"Lakeeeeyyyy—" His voice was getting closer.
My heart thudded in my chest with excitement, and I mentally scolded myself for enjoying his games so much. He was a charismatic asshole yes, but he was my asshole.
"I know you're in there. Just know, if you have a knife that you plan on attacking me with, I'll choke you within an inch of your life and then deny you an orgasm."
Damnit. I should have thought of that, but I didn't. Oh well.
I knew to leave well enough alone because I did want him to fuck me and for both of us to come. The door swung open slowly, the creak elongating in the silence before his feet thumped against the carpet.
Reaching out a hand, I made to flatten against the wall as his hand skimmed my bare ass.
"Found you—"
I shrieked as he yanked me out of the closet, stumbling into his arms.
"You fucker!" I playfully punched his chest as he laughed, his grip on my wrists tightening just enough to sting.
"Now, now. What did we say about the language?"
"Oh, come off it. You know I'll never give up the pleasure of saying fuck. You can try to dom me, but the fact is, you know I'll always have the upper hand." I giggled. "Besides, you swear almost every other word."
His eyes darkened with a wicked glint that signalled that I was in deep shit. Pulling me to the bed, he draped me over his knees. "You've been naughty, Lakes. How many spanks do you think you deserve for breaking the rules?"
"None. She deserved it. They both did." I replied haughtily.
"We will do ten to start. Count after each one, or we start again."
The first hit stung more than it usually did, and I hissed, but I didn't let him see the hurt on my face.
"One."
Cam's hand came down hard on my ass with a loud clap, making me gasp as the pain shot straight to my pussy. "Two." My cheeks stung and burned, but I tried to keep my breathing even.
Another slap echoed through the room, and then another, each one stinging more than the last. With every swing of his hand, I counted, trying not to focus on the ache.
"Eight..." A tear rolled down my cheek as I winced from the rush of blood, but I refused to beg for him to stop. That would only make it worse. Or better. Most people would think this is abuse, but we'd long figured out that pain made the pleasure burn brighter, last longer and feel heightened.
He paused, rubbing his hand over the hot, red marks on my ass. "You're such a brat sometimes, you know that?" His voice was low and rough. "But you're taking it like such a good girl."
I stayed silent, knowing he'd take care of me. He pulled me into his embrace and kissed me gently on the forehead. "I think that's enough."
I nodded against his chest, as he held me, his hands tracing circles on my back. He helped me up and onto the bed on all fours, his touch softening as he moved me. "Turn around." He pulled the shirt off as he went.
My skin was bruised but the burning subsided, leaving a pleasant throbbing between my legs. He pushed me onto my stomach and began to kiss and nibble along my sides, goosebumps rising on my skin. His hands moved to my hips, and then lower, teasing me.
I gasped as cool air hit my tender skin, as he blew on my ass before lightly tickling his fingers over my flesh. He chuckled darkly and slipped a finger inside me. "You're so wet for me."
He pushed two fingers inside, curling them in a way he knew made me melt. I moaned out his name.
"That's it, baby." His voice was husky with desire. "I've missed this."
He added a third finger, stretching me, as his other hand roamed to my swollen clit. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me come undone.
"I'm going to fuck you, Lakey. I'm going to destroy you; make you scream my name.
If you ever for one fucking second doubted who I belong to, you won't after today," he growled, as he removed his hand from between my legs.
I arched my back in response, desperate for him.
He didn't make me wait long, his cock pressing against my entrance.
He slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside me.
"Oh Goddd," I moaned out, my nails digging into the sheets as he started to move. Slow at first, then faster, harder, until the bed frame creaked in time with our frantic rhythm.
"Tell me how much you missed this," he demanded.
"I missed it," my body shuddered around his. "Fuck, I needed you, Cam."
His hand grabbed my hip possessively, fingers digging into my skin as he thrust into me with unrelenting force, forcing me into the mattress.
Pulling out before brutally thrusting back inside, his hips crashed against mine with a heavy thud.
A guttural growl escaped him as he quickened his pace, muscular thighs pinning mine apart while forcing himself deeper.
Yanking my hair back, he bared my neck and sank his teeth into my flesh without mercy, leaving behind a mark destined to bloom into an ugly bruise.
I screamed as he fucked me into oblivion, not knowing where he started and ended, and I began.
This was us. The brutality of our nature. Two beings sharing a soul.
His rhythm turned frenzied and punishing, each relentless thrust hammering against me, taking what he needed and giving what I wanted. The mattress groaned in protest beneath us, straining under his punishment. Tension wound tight inside me waiting until he reached around and pinched my clit.
"Come for me, baby. Come on my cock." He growled, his pace slowing a fraction as he rubbed my clit, my pussy contracting against him as I chased my release.
"Fuck, fuck, Cam—" My orgasm hit me, body arching off the bed as stars blurred my vision. Cam growled and slammed himself inside me one last time, his release shaking his body as he stilled, spilling his cum inside me.
He released my hips but stayed inside me, slowly pulling out and pushing me forward, watching his cum drip down my legs as I collapsed on the bed.
"Mmmm, Lakes, you look so hot right now." Cam chuckled, falling beside me, his hand gentle as he stroked my sore ass.
"Yeah? You like me all beaten and bruised?" my voice was muffled from being buried in the blankets.
He yanked my hair and turned my head to face him. "Only if I'm the one doing it. Anyone else so much as touches you and I'll skin them alive, do you understand me?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now... You disposed of Dani properly, right?" He asked, releasing my hair and stroking my back.
"Of course I did."
"Good girl. I got some work today, minor shit with a buddy who just got out the slammer, but I'll be home late. Be a good girl and have dinner ready, okay?"
I sighed. I hated his jail friends. They always looked at me weird. "Fine. But if they make me feel gross, I'll kill them."
He chuckled and rolled out of bed. "Deal."