by B. B. Hamel
“Listen to the girl, don’t be like this,” Mitch moans.
I kick him in the gut again, but I don’t kill him.
I want to. It would be easy. But maybe she has a point. I mean, if I kill Mitch, who’s going to go down for that killing? I still need to deliver someone to the department.
“You got rope?” I ask him after a long beat.
He stares at me blankly.
I move the gun closer. “Rope,” I say again.
“Basement!” he croaks.
I nod at Emma. She disappears into the other room and I’m alone with Ware for a few minutes. He watches me warily and I keep asking myself why I’m not putting a bullet through his skull right this instant.
Emma comes back with some cheap yellow rope and we get Mitch back onto a chair. I tie him up nice and tight, hands behind the back, ankles crossed. I test the bonds and he grunts from pain.
His cheek is bleeding freely, but he’ll be fine. I wonder again if I should just finish this now, but I resist the urge.
“Come on,” I say to Emma, and we head into the other room.
“What do we do with him?” she asks softly.
I shrug. “We’ll take him in and get him to confess for real.”
“Think he’ll go for it?”
“I’ll offer him some bullshit in exchange. Maybe just ten years in prison instead of life.”
She frowns. “Can you do that?”
I smirk a little. “Probably. It’s Pine Grove.”
She cracks a smile and shakes her head. “This town…”
“You have no idea.”
I kiss her and pull her against me. Mitch is in the other room, tied up, probably struggling to get free.
And I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my life.
I kiss her hard and she writhes against me in my arms. I feel her tongue against mine and. I know I need her, right here, right now.
I want that fucker to hear me taking her. I want him to hear me deep in Emma’s tight little pussy. I don’t give a fuck about anything right now but tasting her body, so sweet and tight.
13
Emma
He kisses me and we stumble away from the kitchen, away from the killer. My heart’s beating so fast I can hear it in my ears and I know this is wrong, this is messed up, but I don’t care.
That bastard can’t hurt me anymore. He’s tied up in the kitchen and he’s going to burn for what he did.
Rhett pushes me up against a wall in the hallway, like he’s too impatient to drag me into the bedroom. I don’t mind as he kisses my neck and tugs my jeans off my hips, hands all over my body, pushing up under my shirt to tease my breasts, sliding down along my ass. I’m buzzing and it’s a frenzy, like we’re almost out of time and we’re rushing to feel good one more time.
I gasp as he slides his right hand down the front of my jeans. “Wet already,” he whispers. “You like watching me beat the shit out of that asshole?”
I groan as he bites my lip. “Maybe,” I admit, and I know it’s true. I did like watching him hurt that guy. I hate myself a little bit, but that bastard would’ve killed me, and I like watching Rhett punish him for that.
“He deserves what he gets,” he whispers in my ear. “You should’ve let me kill him though.”
I groan as his fingers slip inside of me, stroking in and out, driving me wild. I wiggle my hips against his fingers and wrap my arms around his neck. His other hand grabs my hair and tilts my head back as his lips kiss my neck and his fingers work my pussy.
I groan as pleasure and desire flood through me. I’m totally lost in the moment and his fingers feel like heaven as they stroke my clit and fuck my pussy. He knows exactly what I want already, like he was born to make me feel good. I groan and kiss his lips and I need him so badly it hurts.
He turns me around suddenly, grabbing my hips and pushing me against the wall. He holds my wrists tight above my head and he kisses my neck from behind. I can feel his hard cock, straining against his jeans.
“Fuck, girl,” he whispers. “You’re going to let me fuck your tight little cunt right here, aren’t you?”
“Do I have a choice?” I ask him.
He smirks bitterly and we both know the answer to that.
It only makes me that much more excited.
He releases my wrists and tugs my jeans up over my hips. He pulls down my panties along with them, leaving them around my ankles as he slaps his palm against my ass.
I gasp and he unbuckles his belt, pulling his pants down and sliding his cock out. He spits in his palm and strokes himself as I watch him over my shoulder, buzzing with desire.
I’ve never felt like this before, like I can’t wait a single second to feel him fuck me. I need his cock between my legs right now, right this second. I can’t move a muscle, don’t care who hears, who catches us. We’re in the hallway of a strange house and nothing matters but Rhett’s big cock fucking me rough.
I groan as he slides himself deep inside my pussy from behind. He grabs my wrists again and pins me against the wall nice and tight, sliding himself in and out slowly at first, getting his cock nice and wet and sliding it deeper inside.
I groan and wiggle my hips and push back against him. I want it all, every inch, every hard inch of his big, fat cock. He starts to fuck me faster, breath hot in my ear.
“Damn right you need this,” he whispers. “You need my fat cock, you dirty little girl. You used to be a virgin and look at you now, getting fucked in a stranger’s house, so desperate for my cock that you can’t even wait to find a bed.”
“That’s right,” I moan. “I’m so bad. I’m so dirty.”
“You’re a filthy fucking girl.”
“God, I’m so filthy. I deserve this. I deserve your big cock.”
He fucks me harder, slamming into me. I groan and push back against him but he keeps me pinned against the wall. He’s taking me now, without any other thought in the world. It’s the most animalistic thing I’ve ever felt and I love it so much. I love feeling pinned and controlled, utterly and totally dominated. I can tell he’s just as lost as I am, and it doesn’t matter what I want anymore, he’s going to have his taste.
He spanks my ass and slams himself into me. I moan and take his big dick. “You like taking me like this, don’t you?” I moan. “You like taking me, you big man.”
“That’s right,” he growls. “Don’t forget what I can do. Don’t forget this pussy is mine whenever I want it.”
“My tight little virgin pussy.”
“Not a virgin anymore,” he says, growling. “Not a virgin at all. Now you’re filthy and begging for it.”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Oh, god, yes.”
He fucks me fast and rough. There’s nothing tender, nothing kind. It’s pure and animal and raw, his cock slamming into me, taking me hard and fast while that bastard can hear us in the other room.
I don’t care about anything but the pleasure rolling in my skin. I don’t care about anything but my man, taking my pussy, fucking me from behind, making me his. I want him to taste me, get what he needs, give me what I want. Nothing else in the world matters.
He releases my other wrist and rubs my clit as he pumps into my pussy, my ass slamming back against him, my body starting to sweat. We’re working hard, fucking and writhing, and his fingers on my clit push me over the edge, driving me absolutely insane.
“Fuck,” I gasp, throwing my head back. “Oh, shit.”
“That’s right. Come for your man, little girl,” he growls. “Come for me right now. Come on this big, fat cock.”
The orgasm rips through me, rolling along my skin, driving me completely wild with desire. He continues to thrust deeper, harder, taking me through the orgasm, his body pressing me tight against the wall.
I’m completely his, completely and utterly. I’m taken and controlled and dominated and all I care about is the orgasm streaming through my veins. It’s incredible, impossible, amazing. I never, ever expected to feel like th
is with a man, never in my life.
I grew up with parents that wanted to control everything I did. And when I ran away, I thought I’d always want to be free.
But now I realize that freedom isn’t always the best thing, and sometimes it’s better to give yourself over.
Right here, right now, I want to give myself over to him completely. I know it, as sure as I’ve known anything in my life. I know he can give me what I want if I can only give myself to him completely.
He continues to fuck me, rough and fast and hard and I feel him come inside my pussy. I gasp and look over my shoulder at him. “Come inside me,” I plead as he thrusts, filling me with his hot seed.
“Fuck,” he whispers and kisses my lips hard, cock still buried deep between my legs.
We kiss like that, over my shoulder, his cock inside me. We’re both breathing fast and sweating and I feel like I just ran a marathon, even though he just fucked me up against this wall.
Slowly, we get ourselves together and pull our clothes back on.
He watches me carefully as I shimmy into my panties and my jeans.
“Are you ready for what’s next?” he asks me slowly.
I frown and meet his eye. “I don’t know.”
“We’re going to take him in. You know that, right?”
I hesitate but nod. “Yeah. I know.”
“Good. It won’t be fun. We’ll have to tell some lies, so we’d better get the story straight now.”
I take a deep breath and nod. “Okay. Tell me what to say.”
I’m ready to do whatever he says. I’m ready to give my life and my freedom over to him, because I trust that he’ll give me so much more in exchange.
And so he steps close to me, bends forwards, and whispers in my ear.
14
Rhett
I stand in the observation room next to Detective Evans and watch as Detective Graves goes over Emma’s story for the tenth time.
She tells it like a pro each time. We went over it once in the hallway and again in the car, ignoring Mitch’s constant begging and pleading and threats.
I wasn’t sure she’d be ready, but I had no reason to worry. The girl is a fucking natural at lying to police.
It helps that most of her story is true. She tells them about running into Mitch, everything that happened that night, but we had to come up with a story for what happened after.
It’s simple, and I think that’s why it’ll work. She tells Graves, over and over again, that she ran from the scene and hid out in the woods. She only came back to town because she was too hungry to stop herself, and when she came in for groceries, she had a change of heart.
That’s how I found her. She came to me, told me the story of what happened that night, and realized who the man with the crooked nose was.
From there, it’s simple. We picked up Mitch and brought him in.
Not protocol, but close enough. This is Pine Grove, after all, and I’m the fucking chief.
“Thing that I don’t get is,” Evans says to me suddenly, “why didn’t you call us? Why do it yourself? And why did she go directly to you?”
I shrug a little. “She probably didn’t trust anyone but the person in charge.”
“Maybe,” he grunts. “Still. Why pick him up on your own?”
“You know Dean Fish. Any word of us coming for his man, and Mitch would’ve disappeared. Dean’s a good guy, but…”
Evans grunts. “But he runs this place, behind the scenes. Making one asshole disappear wouldn’t be all that hard.”
“Right.” I don’t peel my eyes from Emma as I speak. I don’t think I could, even if I wanted to. “You’ve got your suspect. You’ll get a clearance. What do you care?”
He’s quiet for a bit. I watch Emma, reflecting on how beautiful she is, how perfect. The more I’m around her, the more I realize how we mesh so perfectly. She craves a man that can control her, take care of her, tell her what to do and when to do it. She craves that control, even if she doesn’t realize it.
And I need a woman who loves to obey. I’ll spoil her, give her what she wants, so long as she obeys my every word.
We fit together. It’s perfect and it’s fucked up and I couldn’t love it any more.
But I’ll have to give up my other habit, if I’m going to keep her. That apartment in my basement, it’s there for a reason, there to feed another demon…
But that demon can sleep. Now I’ve got an angel to keep myself busy and happy.
“Thing is, Chief, a lot of weird stuff happens when you’re involved.”
I stand still suddenly. I almost can’t believe those words just left his lips. I turn to him slowly, head cocked to the side.
“Careful,” I say softly.
He watches me, his face carefully blank. “I’m just saying, lots of strange things happen in this town, and you’re involved sometimes. Why is that?”
I step closer to him. “Pine Grove is a weird place,” I say softly. “Lots of dark around here, lots of bad things. And we’re the only ones keeping it all at bay. You think I’m involved? You can go fuck yourself.”
He doesn’t back down. Evans is a good cop, and I think that’ll be his downfall.
“I’m just saying. I believe Mitch did this, but the girl… and you…” He shakes his head. “Just don’t add up.”
“Forget about math then and listen to me. You want to survive here? You better start worrying more about doing your job and shutting your fucking mouth.”
We stare at each other and I can feel a snarl on my lips. I know this is a big moment, and if he senses any weakness, he won’t back down. But slowly, he blinks, and he turns away.
“Yeah, well. I guess we got our man. So why bother?”
“That’s right. Keep reminding yourself of that.”
He shakes his head slowly and opens the door, leaving the observation room. It closes behind him and I’m alone, watching Emma yet again.
I don’t think he’s going to be a problem. He’s a good cop, which means he’s smart and he can follow orders. Maybe he senses something’s off, but that’s fine. He can ignore that nagging feeling in the back of his mind for a long time, maybe even earn a pension, retire fat and happy.
Or else he’ll ask questions, make a nuisance of himself, and suddenly disappear. Lots of people disappear in this town.
I smile to myself. Yeah, he won’t be a problem, even if he wants to be.
I watch Emma talk with Graves for a while longer, but eventually Evans calls him out, and they leave her alone. She looks tired and miserable, and I know she’s wondering where I am. But she just has to stay strong for a little bit longer.
The thing with police is they can’t keep your forever. They have rules, strict rules. We don’t always follow them, but they’re there. A guy like Evans, he follows the rules.
And like clockwork, he releases Emma after a few hours, just like a good cop should.
I meet her out front, leaning up against my cruiser. She spots me right away and hurries over, looking haggard and exhausted.
“I thought you forgot about me,” she says.
I shake my head once and nod at the car. She frowns but understands, climbing into the passenger seat.
I drive us away from the department and park out behind an old abandoned gas station. Before she can speak, I turn to her, pull her across the center console, and kiss her hard.
She kisses me back with relish. She tastes so fucking good, especially now that we’ve gotten past all this fucking garbage.
It’s not the end, of course. Mitch is going to tell his tale about us breaking into his house, cutting him up, and fucking in the other room. Let him spin that yarn, though. Nobody’s going to believe a fucking murderer.
“You did great,” I say to her softly.
“I did?”
“Perfect.”
She smiles huge and kisses me again. “I thought I was letting you down. That’s why you didn’t come to see me.”
“No
,” I say softly. “No, not at all.”
“They just kept asking me to go over it, again and again and I thought they saw through everything, I thought…”
“That’s just what police do,” I say softly. “I promise, they didn’t see through anything. And even if they did, you have me to back you up. Believe it or not, the chief of police holds a lot of weight with the department.”
She smiles at that, clearly relieved. “I honestly was so scared.”
“You didn’t look scared at all.”
She sighs and leans toward me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight and close.
“We need to talk about one more thing,” I say softly.
She looks up at me. “About what?”
“Well, you’re free now.” I hesitate, hating the words like bile on my tongue, but I have to say them. “You helped me solve the murder and now… you can do whatever you want.”
Her face slowly falls and she cocks her head. “I can?”
“Of course. If you want to leave, I can… well, I can give you some money, if you want.”
“You’ll pay me to leave?”
“No,” I say sharply. “That’s not what I want, but I’m offering it.”
She slowly pulls back and stares out the window of the cruiser. The sun is shining bright and the day is gorgeous but I can’t keep my eyes off of her. She’s perfect in every way and I can’t believe I’m offering her this chance, not even a little bit.
But I know it has to be real. If I’m going to keep her, she has to want to stay. Not like the others, the other girls I’ve taken and kept and disposed of. No, she’s going to stay of her own free will, and if she doesn’t want to, I’m going to let her walk away.
The idea repulses me. She’s seen so much, been through so much. To let her just walk away…
But that’s what she means to me. Even if she doesn’t return that feeling.
She stares out the window, and I can feel myself leaning closer to her, like I’m trying to pick up on her thoughts, quiet and small. The feeling lingers in the air, heavy and strange.
“When I ran away from my parents, I never thought I’d stop running,” she says softly. I hang on her every word, vibrating with need for her. “I thought I’d find somewhere I could be free, totally free, but that’s a lie, isn’t it?” She turns to me, frowning.
