Odds were, they’d remember me, even if I didn’t take anyone home tonight, because I had that kind of face. Cripplingly handsome, cold in the way that made all the women crazy for me. But if I took a loner home…well, do the math.
They’d remember me, but they wouldn’t remember her. She’d be just a nameless face in the bar.
My eyes scanned the whole place, and almost instantly I spotted a prime target. A woman, tears in her eyes, drowning her sorrow over half a dozen beers. Odd choice for a preppy young thing like her; she couldn’t have been much older than twenty-one. Barely legal. A college girl down on her luck. Broken up with a boyfriend, maybe?
Regardless of what got her here, she was here. She was sad. And, most importantly, she was alone.
And she was pretty.
Blonde, her hair long and straight. Big eyes and big tits. Thin but curvy. Oh, fuck. She was perfect.
“I think I see someone I’d like to get to know better,” I said to Ed, eyeing her up. “She looks like she could use a pick-me-up.” I was slow to smile. It was a calculated, cold smile, but it was one that usually fooled most people.
People were fucking idiots.
“I don’t care what the fuck you do, Lincoln,” Ed said, giving me a glare. “I just don’t want you to interfere with Stella. I know you think I’m obsessed, but she’s different than everyone else, I can feel it.”
I held in a groan. It was not the first time Ed had made a declaration like that, and it wouldn’t be the last. He flicked from one obsession to the next with alarming ease.
“All right,” I eventually said. “I’ll leave you to it.” I ordered a beer and pushed myself away from the counter, confidently heading toward the girl trying to hide her tears in the corner of the dimly-lit bar.
The girl looked up at me, her eyes rimmed with smeared black makeup, and for a quick, fast moment, her stare reminded me of Stella’s. Not because this chick had two different colored eyes. Hers were both a deep blue, but it was the same blue of Stella’s right eye.
Damn it. I was mad at myself for even knowing that.
“Is anyone sitting here?” I asked gently, taking on my kind, warm voice. The kind of voice that people fell for, that women swooned for. This girl might put on a show right now, but she’d fall for me just like they all did.
She shook her head, swiping at her eyes after meeting my stare. Probably thinking oh, shit. He’s hot.
And I couldn’t blame her, because I was, and I knew how to use my looks to my advantage, just like I knew how to do a lot of other things.
“Mind if I join you?” I asked, waiting for her nod before sitting across from her. She’d taken the farthest corner booth. From where I sat, I could see the bar counter perfectly, which was good, because even though I wanted to get lucky, I had to keep a relative eye on Ed. The rate he was going, he’d propose to Stella before the end of the week, and there were a million reasons why I couldn’t let that happen.
I turned my full attention back to the crying chick, who wasn’t exactly crying anymore. She was probably busy wondering why the hell I was here, sitting with her, when I could have literally any other person around, men included.
What could I say? My looks were universal.
“What’s your name?” I questioned, watching her long, thin fingers trace the round top of her glass. Hands like that looked really nice wrapped around my dick.
“Jessica,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
Jessica. Not a bad name, but not too a unique one, either.
Fuck. Not like I wanted uniqueness. I didn’t. Right now I just wanted a good fuck, an easy one. While Ed pranced around with his new toy, I wanted to be balls deep in Jessica, fucking her so wildly I completely forgot what was so aggravating about Stella’s eyes.
“Jessica,” I repeated her name softly, “why is a pretty girl like you sitting all alone in a bar like this, crying?”
I knew how the game was played, and I knew I’d get Jessica to come home with me. I’d offer to get her mind off her ex-boyfriend for a night, which was all she wanted anyway when she came here and decided to heavily drink.
In ten minutes, I had Jessica laughing and blushing, and the sound of her laugh was almost enough to distract me from the woman who walked in the bar at seven o’clock sharp, like some kind of stupid fucking timekeeper.
Stella.
Even though she wasn’t my obsession, my eyes left Jessica’s for a moment, watching as she made her way to the bar, where Ed sat, waiting for her. She wore leggings that hugged her body, leaving nothing to the imagination—which I didn’t mind. If there was ever a fan of leggings, it was me. Her hair was down and curled a bit, and I couldn’t help but picture myself running my hands through it, pulling it back and…
No. I was with Jessica right now. If there was to be any hair-pulling, it would be done with bleached yellow locks and not Stella’s dark brown.
At the bar, Ed pointed to me, and Stella turned her head slightly, her mismatched eyes locking with me, even from across the bar. She made not a single expression at me, like she couldn’t care less if I was with someone else—which was more than all right with me, because I wasn’t with Stella. It wasn’t like I was committed to the chick. She’d just been a lay, a surprising one at that.
And a hateful one.
Those fucking eyes…
I focused on Jessica again, reminding myself not to get caught up in whatever Ed was doing. I would make the girl across from me feel like a queen for a night, and then never see her again.
Okay, that was a lie. I’d make myself feel like a king, not vice versa. I was the important one here, not Jessica. Fuck Jessica.
Fuck Jessica, and fuck Stella. Fuck Ed too, for making me go through this again and again.
Turned out, Jessica was either giving it away for free, or she’d already had a few too many. My bet was on both, because soon enough, she’d come around the table and sat beside me, scooting me in further. I was now tucked between the bar’s wall and a lithe, well-chested girl who looked like she wanted me to fuck her into oblivion.
It was one thing I could definitely do.
Once she moved onto my side of the booth, she was all over me. Her closest leg draped over mine, one of her hands grasping my upper arm, squeezing me. I heard her inhale when she felt how muscular I was. For some reason, women always did have a thing for muscles. Maybe it made being held down even better.
“You’re so big,” Jessica giggled out, stroking my arm as if she hadn’t quite gotten enough of my bicep yet. Her other hand snaked its way between my legs, rubbing my dick over my pants—it was already getting hard, just by her being so close and knowing I was going to take her home. Her touch only hardened it further, and I let out a long breath.
Not that I wasn’t an exhibitionist, I liked performing in front of an audience as much as anyone possibly could, but this was a public place where the cops could get called. Even though I was a cop, every situation was better without any uniforms.
“You’re big everywhere,” she said, slurring her words a bit after rubbing my crotch. Jessica waited not a second longer to ask, “You want to get out of here? I’m done crying over that asshole. You are just the distraction I need.” She giggled, pretending to sound innocent, as if her one hand still didn’t cup my hard cock through my jeans.
Oh, Jessica had no idea what mess she was getting into tonight.
Despite knowing I had to focus on Jessica if I wanted my sanity to survive the night intact, I found myself glancing over to Ed and Stella. They looked…close. She sat next to him, less than a foot from him, sipping on something while he leaned closer, talking with a dimpled, boyish grin.
Fuck them.
I didn’t need them.
Giving Jessica an easy smile, I said, “We can go to my place, unless you have somewhere else in mind?” I’d found it was always best to offer; it let the women think they were the ones in charge when in reality, the opposite was true.
She was a
ll too easy to please, judging from her brilliant white smile. “Your place.”
I assumed it’s what she would choose, because in all odds, her place probably reminded her of her ex. Getting fucked while staring at pictures of her ex was not her idea of a good time. I’d show her soon enough what my idea of fun was. Jessica had no idea what was headed her way.
She scooted out of the booth first, and as I got to my feet, I had to adjust myself, grateful the lights were dim in this corner. My erection wouldn’t be obvious, and once we got outside and in my car, it wouldn’t matter at all.
Within minutes, we were on the road, Jessica utterly oblivious to where we were headed. I didn’t even see her reach for her phone once—meaning no one knew where she was, where she went, and where she was going. The perfect basement candidate, but I didn’t want her chained up downstairs.
I wanted her naked and in my bed, and I wanted to block out all thoughts of Stella.
Once we made it to the house, I parked the car in the garage and practically dragged Jessica inside. All the while she giggled, letting me drag her by the hand as if she was a child I was about to punish. In a way, she would be punished—but she’d enjoy it. She’d enjoy it almost as much as I would enjoy her.
We went upstairs, directly into my room. Jessica was more than willing to yank off all of her clothes and kneel before me, working on my jeans with an eager look in her eyes. Her body was tight and young, flawless and pale. The kind of body most women today wished for, skin tone aside. And her breasts were bouncing and rounded, her nipples pointed and pink. She had a body to die for, and I looked forward to fucking her brains out.
She pulled my dick out, the innocence completely lost in her gaze the moment she viewed my thick member. And then she went to work—she was very eager to please, using her tongue and her hands together in a way that told me she’d done this many times before.
Practice made perfect, right? It went for everything—giving head, getting fucked, even killing. Yeah, there were some things that could only get better with practice.
Though Jessica knew how to work me, I needed to be in control, so I fisted her hair and moved my hips, pushing my dick further in her mouth. Oh yes, she had done this many times before; she didn’t gag at all. She’d take whatever I gave her, and she’d be thankful for it. She’d walk out of this house grateful for the chance to be with me, even if it was only for a night.
One night.
I didn’t do relationships, for obvious reasons.
I set the pace as I fucked her mouth, practically pulling her hair every time I thrust my hips. Jessica took it like a good girl, and she’d be rewarded; I didn’t often tie them to my bed like Ed liked to. Sometimes I even let them be on top.
Jessica…was clearly a bottom.
My muscles tensed, and I felt it coming, but I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting deeper into Jessica’s mouth, pushing my hard dick down her throat as my balls tightened. Sticky white cum shot into her mouth—at that, she gagged, but only because it’d been building up since the bar. The longer my release was delayed, the larger the load was.
When my dick was spent, I took a step back, pulling out of her mouth. Her lips were red, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. Jessica said nothing, and I watched her throat swallow every last drop I’d sprayed in her mouth. A greedy little bitch she was, and tonight I would give her more than she could handle.
I took her by the shoulders, helping her up and pushing her to the bed. She crawled atop the sheets eagerly, and I watched her spread her legs as I quickly undressed myself. I could see the slickness between her legs, and I knew she was ready for me.
Once I was free of every piece of restricting fabric, I crawled over her, holding myself above her. Her big blue eyes looked at me, looked at my body, and she dragged her hands all along me, taking me in. They always obsessed over the muscles, almost like I was some manly specimen they never thought they’d see in real life. I couldn’t blame them. I was practically godly.
I brought my mouth to hers, nipping her lip and making her moan as one of my hands traveled between her legs. Oh, fuck. Jessica was dripping for me. So fucking wet. I couldn’t keep myself from her for long. Moving my mouth downward, I took in a nipple, sucking and tickling with my tongue, gauging her body’s reactions to my movements. It was an annoying habit of mine.
Even during sex, I was always calculating. Always thinking. Never could I just shut my mind off.
Without so much as a warning, I broke away from her nipple and pushed myself inside of her. My dick needed no positioning, no help to find her entrance; her pussy was slick and ready for me, and she felt good around it. I watched her arch her back as I entered her, heard her inhale sharply, as if I filled her up like no man had ever filled her before.
I fucked her.
It was hard to say how long I fucked her—I could go for a while since she sucked my dick dry—so it could’ve been minutes later or it could’ve been an hour later when I heard footsteps in the house.
Beneath me, all red-skinned and sweaty, Jessica whispered, “Roommate?”
I met her eyes, hardly able to mutter, “Yes.”
As Jessica laughed and made the joke about asking my roommate to join us, whether my roommate was a guy or a girl, my thrusting slowed. Stella was with him, I knew. Ed’s obsession. He’d fuck her across the hall while I fucked Jessica.
Why couldn’t that be enough for me?
Why, suddenly, did the blueness of Jessica’s eyes bother me?
Why—for a split fucking moment—did I imagine it was Stella underneath me instead?
A sort of growl left my lungs, and I glared down at Jessica, moving my stare away from her eyes, to her lips. To the lips that had been around my cock not too long ago, but with the current state of my mind, it was hard to remember.
“Close your eyes,” I harshly whispered, needing to not see a pair of blue eyes under me. Apparently my mind associated blue with Stella now, and I did not want to think of that bitch while I fucked Jessica. I didn’t want to think about Stella at all.
She wasn’t my obsession.
Jessica let out a giggle I was sure she thought was adorable and girlish. “What?” She blinked, those fucking blue eyes refusing to look away from me. Even though I wasn’t staring at them, I could feel them.
I could feel them like they could stare at my soul, like they knew how fucked up I was. Like the color of her eyes knew everything.
Stella knew everything.
Rage took me, and I let myself be blinded by it. I barely knew what I was doing as I brought my hands to Jessica’s neck, curling my fingers around her throat. She chuckled at first, thinking I just wanted to get a little rough, but when I kept squeezing, when I refused to let go, even as her arms started to flail and hit me, she knew then she’d made a mistake by coming home with me.
All I’d wanted was a good lay. All I wanted was some nice cunt to get my mind off Stella—everything out of Ed’s mouth the last two days had been nothing short of a Stella biography. Stella this, Stella that. I was sick of Stella, and I was tired of picturing the weirdness of her eyes, especially her damned blue one.
Why didn’t Jessica just close her fucking eyes?
Her skin started to turn red, and then her face turned purple. My grip was so iron strong it blocked the blood flow to her brain. Her thrashing legs and arms slowed, and I watched her eyes glaze over as her limbs fell to the bed, motionless. Those damned blue eyes didn’t seem so lively when they sat inside the skull of a dead girl.
I moved my gaze to the side, slow to withdraw my hands from her neck. My dick was still inside her, and it was still hard, aching with the need to be released again. I couldn’t keep fucking Jessica. I wasn’t a necrophiliac, so I pulled out of her and whispered a single word as I stared down at the dead girl on my bed.
“Fuck.”
Chapter Fourteen - Stella
I supposed I could’ve had Edward pick me up at the house, but I still wasn’t su
re if I wanted him to know where I lived. There was something off about him, beneath the dimpled smiles and the easy way he had with me. I knew he was hiding something, and I desperately wanted to know what.
Guess I was drawn to the freaks.
I met Edward at the bar right at seven, and I instantly felt Lincoln’s presence too. It didn’t take me long to see he sat in a booth with another woman—a college girl from the look of her. But it was fine. I didn’t care. I didn’t think I liked Lincoln as much as I liked Edward. My feelings were…hard to differentiate, because I’d never had feelings like them before.
So for the short while Edward and I remained at the bar, I focused on the man beside me, completely ignored the one with other girl. I definitely ignored Lincoln as he and the girl sauntered out of the bar, slipping out into the dark night air without so much as a word to Edward.
“I was surprised you wanted to see me again,” Edward was busy saying, his stare watching me, waiting for my reaction. As was usual, two dimples sat on his cheeks, a weapon he probably used to disarm his conquests.
I, I realized, was just another notch on his bedpost. Why did the thought bother me so much?
“Why?” I asked, sipping my pop.
“Sometimes I can go a little overboard,” Edward spoke with a brilliant, dazzling smile. He was a handsome man, and his looks would make anyone’s stomach flip. Even mine. “I was worried I scared you off.”
“It takes a lot to scare me off,” I said, eyes falling to the bar counter, at the chipped and dirty wood. “I don’t scare easily.” The truth.
We went on for a few more minutes like this—Edward trying to pry into my mind and find out why I was so tough when my body was practically the size of an eighth grader. I knew he probably thought I should scare easily, considering my size and the fact I was a woman in today’s age, where rapes and murders happened all the time and were constantly on broadcast, no matter what the station. Good news was a thing of the past.
Edward couldn’t possibly realize how much I didn’t fear death or pain. Pain was…almost elusive to me. I hardly felt it. And as for death? Death came for us all eventually; why bother fearing it when it would come anyway?
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