And why would someone so fascinated with death and the macabre fear it? I was one of the few who welcomed it, and it showed in my writing. If I was a crybaby about those things, my articles would be stilted and just like the rest of the news.
As much as my parents would scold me for it, I would welcome death with open arms if it came to me.
It didn’t take too long for Edward to suggest we leave the bar and go back to his place for some quiet time. I knew he didn’t exactly mean quiet time in the strictest of sense, but I agreed with him. It was why I wanted to see him again—he’d made me feel things I never felt before. He made me feel alive, like I wasn’t living a lie.
We were silent as we got into his car and drove off. As Edward drove, I leaned my head on the window, watching the scenery fly by. I couldn’t help but wonder if my killer was out there somewhere, taking his next victim, mutilating their body and making them pray to whatever God they believed in.
My killer.
I probably shouldn’t reference him like that, but it just felt right. If he wasn’t my killer, whose was he? None of the news stations would do him the same justice I would in my writing. None of them would understand him.
I wished…I wished I knew who he was. Not so I could tattle to the cops on him, but so I could watch his evolution, dig into his past. So I could learn more about my Angel Maker.
We were at his house soon enough, and I noticed Lincoln’s car was already in the garage when we pulled in, which meant he and his co-ed were in the house, getting down and dirty with each other. Jealousy was not something I normally felt, and I didn’t feel it right now either.
I was a bit mad, though. A little angry.
It would be difficult for me to pretend not to be, but it’s what I tried to do as I followed Edward inside and trailed up after him on the stairs. I did not toss a peek at the closed door across the hall, knowing Lincoln and the girl were behind it. I did my best not to focus on the feminine moans coming from the room.
I should let my anger go, because I wasn’t here for Lincoln. I was here for Edward.
As Edward closed the door behind him, he said, “It’s just going to be you and me tonight, Stella.” Like he was warning me Lincoln was busy. I wanted to say something back to him, something snarky, but all I could do was shrug when his sapphire eyes returned to me.
It was the same game as before—Edward gave me orders, and I had to listen, otherwise I’d be punished. I was curious as to what his punishments would be, but I was still too willing to listen and go along with anything he said. Being subservient was apparently in my nature; Edward brought it out in me.
This time was a little different though, for Edward had me take off his clothes, first. And then he had me touch him, told me where to press my lips. His chest, his stomach, his thighs and then, just when I thought he was going to make me do something I’d never even thought about doing before, a blowjob, he ordered me to stand up and take off everything under my waist.
My shirt and bra would stay on for now, which was fine. Whatever game Edward wanted to play, I was more than ready to take the board.
I shivered when Edward started to tie me up, my body craving things I never knew it wanted. I wanted Edward inside of me. I wanted him to touch me, to need me. I wanted all of this and more, things I could never put into words aloud.
“What do you want?” Edward asked, kneeling over me, between my spread legs. His dick was hard and ready, sticking straight out, the veins in its side throbbing. He was all I could see, and in this moment he was all I needed.
His body was not quite flawless, meaning there were scars here and there, some of them long and white and risen against the flesh around it. Almost like he’d been cut. The scars were too clean and straight to be anything else. I hadn’t noticed them the first night we were together, too wound up in myself and the fact I was about to lose my virginity to a stranger. I should’ve known there was more to him.
Edward had a darkness around him. His darkness just wore a better mask than most.
Beyond the scarring on his body, he was tall, thick, and manly. He’d told me he worked as a chef at some hoity-toity restaurant a good ways away, and I couldn’t help but wonder how a chef got a body like that. All the rigorous sex in the world would never lend to a body like that, meaning he had to work out. I couldn’t fault him for it, because his muscles looked good.
When I said nothing, almost speechless at the sight of him above me, he came down, grabbing my face with a passion that I knew only further hardened his already-erect dick. I knew he liked having the power, and I barely blinked when he growled out, “I asked you what you want, Stella. Tell me what you want.”
He whispered the last part with fervor, and for a moment, I closed my eyes and let his masculine, tough voice wash over me, allowed myself to bask in the feeling of his hand gripping my cheeks and my chin with an intensity that was sure to leave a bruise.
What did I want? Oh, there were so many things, so many things I knew he would have no interest in.
I wanted to be normal, to not feel like I was going through life like a zombie. I wanted to feel things. My life was like a movie I sat back and watched; I was a passenger. I wanted to be the pilot. I wanted more, so much more out of this life.
But I settled for saying what I knew he wanted to hear, “I want you.” His fingers did not loosen on my cheeks; if anything, their hold only tightened. Meaning my answer was not good enough.
“What do you want me to do?” Edward whispered, his other hand traveling up my shirt, beneath my bra, wordlessly daring me to react.
I didn’t, even as his fingers tweaked my nipple over and over. I only said, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name.” Okay, so it might’ve been a challenge in a way, but I knew it was one Edward would rise to.
A man like him would not let words like that go. He would take the bull by the horns and ride it.
Or, more specifically, ride me.
Edward said nothing before he pushed inside, and I held in a gasp, having almost forgotten the feeling of a dick inside of me. Such a strange thing, feeling so full. Even stranger, wanting to be fuller. Craving more like a druggie on heroin.
As Edward plowed me, I couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t use the leg restraints. I saw them sitting on the corners of his bed, and I knew they saw use. He wouldn’t have them otherwise. Why did he not use them on me? Did he think me too fragile, too weak to stand them? The other night, he’d mentioned going slow with me—how many times did he anticipate having me here?
My thoughts were blocked out by the sounds of sex. Wet and slick, Edward was able to pump inside me again and again, and I just took it. My shirt and bra were still on, which meant he had nothing to watch but my face as he fucked me, nothing but my expression to go on.
What an adorable fool. I was the master at holding back my expressions.
But I didn’t want to seem cold, so every now and then I let out a moan, a deep-throated groan that told him I enjoyed this perhaps even more than he did. He wasn’t fucking a dead body. I had to be in this at least a little.
“You are so tight,” Edward muttered, his eyes sparkling with lust and desire, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat. My body was much the same way, I realized. I felt hot—thanks in part to half of my clothes still being on. “Why do you feel so good, Stella? It’s like your pussy was made for me.”
I had no idea how to answer him, or if he even wanted an answer, mostly because I felt the same. My body was his; he could use it however he wanted. I was more than willing to give it to him however and whenever he needed.
Edward’s torso bent, and he finally released my face, moving his hand beside my head as he pressed his nose against mine. Being so close to him, I had to close my eyes, and I focused on the feeling of his body heat against mine, even if I had a layer of clothes between our chests.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered urgent
ly, desperately.
Mine. Like I had been claimed. Like he could claim me. In a way, I suppose he was, both with his words and with his dick. And maybe it was because his thrusting grew faster, or maybe it was the tone of his whispered words, but I felt something heated growing inside of me. Pleasure in its rawest form, surging toward me in a wave I could not deny.
My body rocked with an orgasm, and I let out a sharp moan, a natural instinct, just as my curling fingers and toes were. The tension that had built inside of my body faded slowly, the orgasm inching to recede even as Edward’s dick pulsated inside me. I knew he was coming too, and I could practically feel my sex milking him for all he was worth.
After Edward’s trembling ceased, he whispered, “I’m going to fuck you all night, Stella. I’m going to claim every hole of yours as mine and cover you in my cum. I want to make you scream my name before the sun rises.”
His words sent shivers down my spine, and I could only nod in agreement. I had work tomorrow, not to mention a weird date with Killian, but I was definitely up for more orgasms and more from Edward.
Maybe all I needed was a firm hand and a hard dick. Maybe all I needed was Edward’s words. Maybe, after all this time, I’d finally found where I was meant to be.
Chapter Fifteen - Edward
God, I couldn’t describe how much I fucking adored the woman beneath me. I knew she was perfect for me, knew she’d fit in right with Lincoln—the ass was just too busy denying it while he fucked someone else. Soon enough Lincoln would see what I knew before I even met Stella.
She was perfect for us. She had to be.
There was something strange about her that just drew me in. My beast, my darkness, my animal—every part of me wanted her, and not a single part of me wanted to kill her. That was definitely a win, a good plus.
I knew Lincoln probably thought I was obsessed with Stella, and I was—just not in the way I’d been obsessed with people before. Whereas past obsessions were unhealthy, this was good. Stella was needed. Even though I knew nothing about her personal life, I knew she completed me.
Hopefully Lincoln would give her a chance to complete him too, otherwise things would not be so fun in this house.
I gave a wicked grin to the woman beneath me, watching as she slowly opened her eyes. Such pretty eyes, but they were only one part of the picture. One part of Stella. I had to know more about her. I had to find out more.
I was about to ask her what specifically she wanted me to do to her next—which frankly I already had quite a few ideas—but the door to my room opened and slammed shut, and I paused, turning my head to view Lincoln, naked and aroused, and very, very furious.
My brows furrowed, and I did not withdraw myself from Stella before asking, “What about—”
Lincoln cut me off, the fury on his face evident, “Shut the fuck up.”
I knew if I didn’t let Lincoln have his release, he’d go crazy. I wasn’t sure if the girl he’d taken home had left, or if she just hadn’t done it for him, but I slowly pulled out of Stella all the same, glancing down at her. She was busy eyeing Lincoln while trying not to seem obvious. I knew she saw his dick was hard and coated in another woman’s juices, but she had no objections.
I wanted to bang Lincoln’s head on the wall and say See? She’s fucking perfect for us. Difficult as it was, I held back as I crawled off the bed and gave him space. I watched as he reached for the restraints holding Stella’s arms up, untying them with urgency.
Why was he…what the hell happened with the other girl?
Lincoln harshly moved Stella to her stomach once she was untied, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass in the air as he positioned himself behind her. Her shirt fell down to her neck, revealing her black bra. She was on her hands and knees before him on my bed, about to get fucked doggie style, and I was too concerned about what had made Lincoln this way to remind him to be careful with her. We couldn’t damage her so early into the night, not when I promised her a night full of sex and debauchery.
Letting out a deep grunt, Lincoln pushed inside of her, shoving the entirety of his thick member into her in one thrust. Stella let out a low, muffled sound, but she didn’t ask him to stop. She probably knew that if she did ask, he would not oblige. Lincoln was not the type of man who stopped before he had what he wanted.
“Lincoln,” I said, my voice husky, “try to be gentle with her, please. She’s not used to your animal.” She wasn’t used to mine either, but one thing at a time. We’d get there, eventually.
“I will fuck her how I want to fuck her,” Lincoln growled out, tossing me an enraged expression as he pumped in and out of her with vigor and ease, the kind of fuck someone only had when they were upset and needed to let off some steam. “Anything in this house is as much mine as it is yours.”
I did notice that, at his words, Stella arched her back, allowing herself to take more of him in. She played this game well, I realized; she wanted to be fucked just as badly as Lincoln apparently wanted to fuck her.
Hmm. Maybe convincing Lincoln of her importance wouldn’t be too hard after all.
It took me a while, but soon I was as lost in the moment as Lincoln was, running my fist up and down my dick, which had grown rock hard at watching him take her from behind. I wanted to take her together, but tonight clearly wasn’t the night for it. Something was on Lincoln’s mind, and as soon as the delirious, sex-crazed thoughts left my brain, I’d find out what.
Lincoln’s fingers tightened on her hips the moment before he let out a loud moan, pushing as deep as he could go inside of Stella as his lower back tensed. He slammed into her hard, muttering, “You’re going to take me, do you understand?” He released her hips, only to grab the back of her head, bending it back, revealing her flushed face. Though his orgasm had passed and his seed now coated her inner walls, he remained inside of her.
I knew it was because she felt good around him, just like she’d felt good around me. He wanted his cock to stay inside her for as long as possible, just as I had, and I knew Lincoln would never admit it aloud. Never show any kind of weakness, for someone would always take advantage of you.
Stella was barely able to nod with the grip Lincoln had on her head, and after she did he let her go, slipping out of her. White cum oozed from her spent hole, but judging from the look on Lincoln’s face, he wasn’t quite done yet.
He got off the bed, dragging Stella with him, forcing her to her knees at the foot of the bed, her back against the wooden frame. Lincoln glared down at her, his hands tightening into fists at his side. His dick stood in her face. “Clean me off like a good girl, and maybe I’ll be done with you and hand you back over to Ed.”
With his back to me, I could hardly see Stella between him, and before I could move to witness it, I heard Lincoln groan, which meant only one thing: Stella had listened to him.
Fuck. This was something I definitely had to watch. My balls were already near bursting again. I moved until I got a good view, stopping the moment I saw Stella trailing her tongue along Lincoln’s length, cleaning him off. Everyone’s juices were on that cock—mine, Stella’s, Lincoln’s own cum, not to mention the girl he’d brought home, wherever she was. That dick had been milked and used tonight by more than one woman, and Stella didn’t act like she cared.
How the hell could Lincoln try to deny her after this? If this didn’t prove she was perfect for us, I wasn’t sure what would. The other things Lincoln and I got up to when the need came over us…those things we could introduce her to slowly. Killing was an art, and with her articles, I knew Stella felt the same.
Now wasn’t the time to worry about it. Now was the time to watch Stella at the mercy of Lincoln.
He let out a sneer as he said, “Shut those fucking eyes of yours. I don’t want to see them. I just want your mouth.” And then, sufficiently cleaned by her tongue, Lincoln grabbed the back of her head and forced himself into her mouth, causing her to gag. “You better take me in, Stella,” his voice paused as he took a ragge
d breath, too turned on by dominating Stella to talk much, “or this is going to be painful for you.”
I knew I should step in, tell Lincoln to cool it, but the sight was too hot. Watching was my second favorite for a reason—it got me raring to go in ways sex couldn’t, made me feel things deep in my gut I didn’t feel when I fucked someone. I only pumped my hand along my length harder and faster, knowing I wouldn’t last long while watching them.
This was not where I had expected the night to go, but I’d take it.
Lincoln fucked her mouth like an animal, and I could only watch for a minute before I felt my body seek its release. My dick ached as white cum shot out, landing on the floor, my body flushed from the orgasm.
I wanted to be inside that mouth, but I knew after this, we should let her rest. At least for a little bit.
It wasn’t too long before Lincoln shook, pumping his length into her mouth in short, rapid thrusts as an orgasm swept over him. Bits of white dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, and with her eyes closed, Stella hardly reacted to tasting his seed.
Lincoln pulled out, saying, “I better not see any of that drip to the floor.”
Stella responded by running her tongue along her lips, picking it up and bringing it back into her mouth, her eyes still closed.
Tossing me an angry expression, Lincoln said, “I need to talk to you.” He went for the door, throwing it open before storming from the room.
Before following him, I knelt before Stella, setting a hand on her arm. Those beautiful eyes flicked open, and I gave her a soft smile. “Take it easy for a while. I’ll be right back with some water.”
All she did was nod and watch me as I left, closing the door behind me.
Lincoln’s bedroom door was ajar only a foot, and I tried peeking in, but Lincoln dragged me to the stairwell, down a few steps until the hallway with our bedrooms was out of sight.
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