He pulled his lips away. “No more demands?”
My only response was a moan which escaped from my lips, and my nails hard-pressed into his back.
“Isn’t this what you wanted, Kenzi?” he asked. “Me taking charge of you.”
Too wrapped up in my own pleasure, I didn’t reply.
He grabbed the nape of my neck, squeezing just enough to lessen the blood flow. I gasped at the good pain, as I struggled against his tight grip.
“I thought this is what you wanted, a rough son of a bitch to show you a good time.”
Fuck. He is so fucking controlled.
Completely turned on by the deliverance of his dominating words, I ceased resisting and closed my eyes, yielding to his savagery.
He grabbed onto the headboard, smashing my breasts under the weight of his chest as he changed the pace, slowly plunging into my wet pussy. I wrenched my head to the side to see the moonlight shining through the window, every cell screaming for more of him. I raked my bottom lip with my teeth in an effort to hold back my moans, but it was impossible.
I was paralyzed from the euphoria taking place in my body, every nerve ending tantalized by his overpowering touch. We locked eyes as he pushed himself up onto his knees. Grabbing both my legs, he flipped me over onto my stomach, using his knees to separate mine. He laid his full weight on my back and slipped himself in.
“How about this? Is this what you wanted?” he asked.
I licked my bottom lip as I clutched onto the white sheets.
“Just take it,” he whispered in my ear.
So I did. It wasn’t long before I could feel the inevitable consequence of being fucked by an overpowering man wash over me. It was blinding, and long overdue. My knuckles turned white from gripping so tightly onto the thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets as I let loose my final squeal.
Zander
My lungs toiled for a gasp of air as my dick crashed into her tightness, her loud squeal could be heard through the spacious house. I couldn’t have known that this woman, in all her fragility could be the one for me. Just the touch of her skin made me wish for more time inside of her.
I thrust into her harder when I felt a familiar sensation wash over me. My body exploded in sheer ecstasy as the world melted away, my body jerking as I spilled into her.
She took it in willingly, not that she had a choice.
Kenzi
I laid there, quiet and still, reveling in the moment. My eyes focused on the moon.
Kenzi. My mother’s voice wafted around me.
Not now. Fuck, not now. I begged for her to go away, shutting my eyes to the world.
Finally, silence settled in the room, and as we lay there, he broke it with a confession.
“I think I’m falling for you, Kenzi,” he professed in my ear as the bristles of his five o’clock shadow tickled my cheek.
I continued to look out the window.
Am I ready for love?
I bit my lip. “Are you ready to love someone like me? Someone with all my baggage?”
Gently, he kissed my cheek. “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
The Enemy Inside
A couple of hours later…
Heading to the kitchen, I walked past my binoculars. I stopped and took a few steps back to pick them up. I looked them over and contemplated throwing them away when I heard the familiar sound of Ty’s car pull into his driveway.
I looked toward the window, wondering what kind of woman he had snagged, but I stopped myself. After all, I had Zander now, and I didn’t need to have an imaginary relationship anymore.
I set the binoculars down and started for the kitchen, when the sound of my mother’s voice filtered through the air, which had turned cold and began to swirl around me.
Look, she said.
I shrugged off the voice. I wasn’t going to look.
Look, her shrill voice filtered through even louder. I was paralyzed with fear.
I looked back to see if Zander had followed me downstairs, wondering how upset he would be if he knew I was watching Ty at the urging of a phantom voice in my head. I walked over to the window and pushed the curtain slightly off to the side, just enough to accommodate the binoculars.
He sure hadn’t wasted any time, and the cut on the side of his face didn’t deter this woman from coming home with him on the first night. The woman he had chosen was a beautiful, tall, black woman with long braided black hair. Her skin was a light mocha that shined from the glittery lotion she was wearing.
Who wears glittery lotion except for junior high tweens?
But since she looked so pretty in her long black dress with a slit ascending up one leg, stopping just short of her waist, I let go of the bad choice in moisturizer.
Damn, there is no place to hide a thong in that dress.
Her open-toed stiletto heels had sharp metal spikes on the back of them, which matched the spiked choker she wore tightly around her neck. The woman was dressed for a good time, and I knew that Ty was going to give it to her.
I turned back to the stairs, hoping Zander hadn’t come down. What I was doing was wrong on so many levels. I stepped back, letting the curtain fall. I turned to find my mother’s angry apparition staring back at me.
Look, she screamed in my face.
My eyes widened, and my chest tightened. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead as the fear from my nightmares suddenly became as real as the binoculars in my hand. Her haunting voice was one thing, seeing her standing in front of me was another.
I tried to speak, but my throat wouldn’t cooperate.
She pointed toward the window, and I could do nothing else but follow her instruction, just like in life. I pulled the curtain to the side, and positioned the binoculars over my eyes. Ty was leading the woman into his large office, adorned with floor to ceiling built-in mahogany book shelves, filled with rows and rows of weathered leather-bound books. I often wondered how he’d amassed such a collection in such a short period of time. The furniture was all old world vintage, with claw foot side chairs and crushed velvet upholstery. This was his favorite room to use for his nightly affairs.
He proceeded to kiss her neck as he bent her over the oversized oak desk that had held so many other women in place for him before. His strong hands found their way to the slit of her dress, viciously ripping the seam apart, letting it dangle precariously off of her shoulders. He shifted the remaining material over to one side to reveal the smooth arch of her back, and the curve of her ass.
Ty pushed her shoulders forward until the woman’s cheek rested on the desk, waiting for him to ravage her from behind. Her outfit did not suggest she was waiting for a soft and sensual affair, it begged for savagery and, I knew from past performances, he would oblige.
Ty bent over her and appeared to whisper in her ear. She, in turn, gave a consenting nod as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, which fell into a heap around his ankles on the floor. His arousal was immediately apparent. Clamping onto the base, he plunged into her from behind, his hard dick quickly disappearing into her. The woman bit her lip as he made slow passes at first.
She was definitely enjoying the unfolding events. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, and as the ferocity of his pumping increased, her high pitched squeals found their way into my dining room, which sat directly adjacent from his office window.
Ty pulled her hair, contorting her body into a yoga pose I had never seen before. As his pace quickened, the motion created ripples in her flesh like the ones created when a rock is thrown into still water.
I bit my bottom lip as I watched the two go at it. I glanced over my shoulder, fully expecting my mother to still be standing there, urging me to look on, but she was gone. My gaze shifted up the stairs, squinting through the darkness, wondering if Zander had fallen asleep.
What am I doing?
I turned back to the window for one last look before I threw out the binoculars. I didn’t need to be a voyeur anymore, I had a
life of my own now, and I didn’t need to borrow anyone else’s.
Ty pulled himself out of the woman and flipped her onto her back. His hands gripped her ankles, sprawling her black stilettos in the air. The woman hooked her slender fingers over the edge of the desk for leverage as he continued to work her center. Sliding into her completely, he bent over and pressed his mouth against her neck as he reached for something shiny underneath a pile of papers. I couldn’t see what he was doing until he stood back up, brandishing the silver blade across her neck, and with a swift, fluid motion, he sliced into the soft flesh of the woman’s throat. The wound became visible as it quickly filled with blood. Her eyes widened, her legs flailed as he covered her mouth with his hand. After a few moments, the woman stopped struggling, her arms falling limp onto the desk and her legs dangling over the side.
My jaw dropped, and my heart began to race as fast as my thoughts.
He wiped the blood off the blade on what was left of her dress and set it aside. He cupped the back of her neck, lifting her from the desk.
What the fuck?
Not knowing what to make of the scene playing out in front of me, I stood looking on, trying to make sense of it all. Then I saw it, just as plain as day, Mrs. Harvish’s glass ballerina statue, sitting on his mantel. A trophy—displayed for the world to see.
Anxiety flooded every part of me. Ty pressed his lips against the woman’s slackened mouth. My grip around my binoculars tightened, as a lump began to form in the back of my throat. I couldn’t scream for Zander even if I wanted to. Ty closed his eyes and tilted his head back, still holding the dead woman in his arms.
I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. The stress and fear from my parents’ murder came flooding back, washing over my body like waves crashing against the rocky shore. Unable to pull my eyes away from the bloody scene, visions of my mother yanking me under the tarp careened toward me like ghosts from a scary horror flick.
Cold visions passed through me as the wails of screaming banshees filled the oversized room. Finally able to look away, I panned the room, frantically looking for signs of my mother. But just as quickly as the fear came, it disappeared, and my thoughts returned to the woman and Ty.
Maybe that wasn’t real, either.
I placed the binoculars back over my eyes and there she was, just as real as the curtains touching my wrist, lying limp and motionless in Ty’s arms.
He was not swayed by her bloody death, the thick red liquid streaming down her neck, cascading off the desk. It dripped in a puddle of its own creation on the floor. Her otherwise pristine heels were now splattered with dots of red. By now the color had drained from the woman’s lips, and without warning, Ty dropped her like a pile of useless meat next to his feet. He bent down and pulled up his pants, buckling his belt while he stared at her with a smile. Ripping off his blood-soaked shirt, he callously threw it on top of her face.
My hands dropped to my sides, accidentally dropping the binoculars on a small side table holding a glass lamp, which wobbled, causing the light to flicker before it toppled to the ground, shattering at impact. The broken pieces were strewn about the floor and around my bare feet. The flashing light caught Ty’s attention, his glare whipping straight into my soul. And I, too paralyzed with fear to move, stared right back at him and the dead woman who lay at his feet.
“What was that?” Zander yelled from upstairs.
My senses quickly returned to me. I shut the curtains and hid behind the wall. Terrified. Hoping he hadn’t seen me, which I obviously knew to be untrue. Panicking, I wondered what I should do.
Call the police? Would they even believe me if I called?
Not after the false alarm Detective Bidwell showed up for last time.
What would I say? I’m a peeping tom who just witnessed my neighbor kill his date?
They would drag me out of my house and take me to the loony bin. There was no way this was Ty’s first time, he was obviously adept at covering his tracks, having never been caught. He would probably have the whole scene cleaned up before they got here. My pulse quickened to match the beading sweat forming on my body as a rush of heat overtook me.
The situation was unreal. I slapped my face, hoping I was still in bed having a brand new nightmare. It didn’t help. I peeked through the curtain to make sure I wasn’t imagining what had happened, still second-guessing myself. The woman was lying in the same position she had fallen in, dead in a pool of her own blood, but Ty was gone.
Where did he go?
Zander
“Kenzi!” I yelled as the cold steel of the knife pressed against my jugular.
“Scream again, muthafucker,” Ty warned as he stood over me, lying in bed.
“Think about this shit,” I said calmly with my hands in the air.
“Think about what? Your little bitch saw me kill somebody and now I’m gonna have to kill the two of you.”
“You don’t know what she saw. And if you kill us, don’t you think Detective Bidwell will be knocking at your door first?” I tried to reason with him while trying to remain as still as possible, while the sharp edge of the knife was precariously jutted up against my neck.
Ty looked at my half-naked body. “So, I see you got that bitch to open up her legs.”
I didn’t reply.
“Well, good for you. I bet’cha it was tight, huh? Fuck, that must’ve been good.” Ty smiled.
I was looking for a way out, a kink in his armor, but from my position all I could do was hope that if I made a move he wouldn’t intentionally, or accidentally, slit my throat.
He chuckled. “What, are you looking for a way out? There isn’t one,” he said as he pulled out a handkerchief and threw it on my chest. “Breathe that shit in.”
I was out of options, and I definitely wasn’t going to make it easy for him to kill me. “Fuck you!”
“I’m really getting tired of your cocky ass mouth,” he said as he picked up the handkerchief.
The moment his gaze shifted from me I took my chance, knocking the knife from his hand, then punching him in between his legs. He fell to the floor as I scrambled off the bed to run downstairs. The minute my foot touched the hardwood I felt a sharp blade slice through my Achilles tendon and I went down like a ton of bricks. Ty jumped on top of me and threw one heavy punch straight into my temple—my vision blurred and the world went black.
Kenzi
“Zander!” I screamed, so caught up in what I had just seen I had forgotten he was still upstairs. My adrenaline was on fire. “Zander!”
I looked back out the window, searching Ty’s house for a light, or clue to where he was, but he was nowhere to be found.
“Where could he have gone?” I murmured to myself as my eyes darted from window to window.
There was no movement I could discern. I looked back toward the staircase and wondered why Zander hadn’t come down yet.
“Zander!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Again he didn’t respond.
Cold air wafted around me, and I knew it was a warning from my mother. I could feel my skin throbbing from fear as I walked through the living room, intermittently looking back over my shoulder toward the window. I took one last look before I started up the stairs to see why Zander wasn’t responding. I quickly made it down the hall and to my bedroom, and as I walked into the dimly lit room, I could see my corner chair had been moved to the middle of the floor.
Moving closer, and with the assistance of the moonlight, I could see Zander sitting with his hands behind his back and his head hanging down. He was obviously unconscious.
“Oh my God, Zander,” I screamed, taking a step toward him.
But before I could run over, I felt a large hand cover my mouth and the sharp edge of a knife press against the delicate skin of my throat, coaxing me back against a muscular chest.
“Shhh. Don’t scream. You might wake your little boyfriend up,” the deep manly voice whispered.
I didn’t make a sound as he guided me to my bed.
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“Sit down and put your arms behind your back.”
I complied, and as he removed his hand from my mouth to restrain my wrists to the bedpost, I wrenched my head to the side to catch a glimpse of the assailant’s face. Honestly, I really didn’t even need to, since I already knew who it was just by the sound of his voice.
“Why are you doing this, Ty?” I asked breathlessly.
“You saw me kill someone. How can I let you live after that? Don’t be stupid, Kenzi.”
“I won’t tell anyone. No one will believe me, anyway. They think I’m crazy!” I cried, staring at Zander’s unconscious body.
“You are crazy. No sane person locks themselves away for two years.”
Zander started to show some movement; his head bobbed from side to side.
“Zander! Zander! Wake up!” I screamed, when suddenly a sharp pain shot through my face and everything went black.
“Kenzi—oh, Kenzi,” a voice taunted me awake.
My eyes opened to Ty holding a fistful of Zander’s hair in one hand and a knife to his throat in the other.
“What do you want?” I screamed as I struggled against the restraints on my wrists.
“I want you, Kenzi, and this muthafucker is the only one standing in my way,” Ty said.
“No, he’s not. You’re fucking crazy, Ty,” I sobbed.
“I’m many things, Kenzi, but patient is not one of them. So I will speed up the inevitable break up between the two of you,” he said matter-of-factly as he yanked on Zander’s hair, causing the knife to ever so slightly cut through the top layer of flesh on his neck.
Zander growled, gritting his teeth. “Just do what he says, Kenzi.”
But I couldn’t. “No!” I screamed through cracks in my voice.
Crying, I rested my head in between my knees, praying it was all a dream as I struggled to be free of my restraints.
“Don’t bother trying to get out of it, Kenzi. I’m pretty good at tying knots.” Ty chuckled. “I do it often.”
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