“No permanent marks,” I say softly. He slides the banana into his mouth, biting it off with a smile.
“Is that really it?” He asks. His smirk makes me wonder what he’s thinking. It’s terrible that it excites me.
“That’s it,” I tell him. His gaze is so heavy my legs feel shaky.
“Do you want details of what I’m going to do to you?” He asks before taking another bite of fruit.
“No.” I was scared the last time. I feared for my life. And I want to feel that again. He doesn’t have to know how much I’ve enjoyed it, though. The thrill of him coming for me is unforgettable. I fear that single time has already altered me. How could a cheap hookup offer me anything close to that?
“I’ll see you later then,” he says, tossing the peel in the trash. He reaches out and grabs my hand. His fingers rub my wedding band.
“As much as I love your mouth, I will kill again, Doctor Moore. Your body can only stop me for so long.”
“Okay,” I whisper. His eyes dip to my mouth.
“Maybe I should apologize early for what I’m going to do to you.” He leaves. I look around the empty room, feeling confused and jittery, unsure what to expect.
11
SOREN
I’m being very selfish. Sophie’s visiting family is the perfect excuse to make her say things she never normally would.I’ll never leave, Soren. I love you.
Doctor Moore, you have no idea how much I delight in those words from you. It’s a sensation at the base of the neck. Instinctual pleasure. It might be because of how uncomfortable she gets. She’s never prettier than when she’s flustered.
Or it might be because lies from my therapist are the only way I’ll hear anyone say those things to me. At least not without lying to them about who I am. Sophie knows every part of me, though.
I’ll always be here with you. I love you.
She’s seen me kill. Seen me chop up bodies. Listened to me talk about murder and corpses, like discussing the weather. The idea of her saying she’d never leave me, that she loves me after all that, is a Christmas gift for myself. I plan to keep making her lie to me while pretending her words don’t sink low in my belly.
I’ve spent all day following her. She’s preparing for her family by grocery shopping and doing other chores. I’ve noticed howon edge she’s been—anticipating me. I ignored a series of texts asking where I was.Right outside.
I pull on a balaclava. The only thing it shows is my eyes; the rest is covered. I knock on the front door and slip to the side of the house. Sophie steps on the porch a minute later, looking around. She goes back inside tentatively.
I wait several minutes before going back and knocking again. Sophie flings the door open, looking irritated. Panic flashes in her eyes when she spots the mask. She knows it's me; maybe that makes it worse. I’m a killer with needs, and she barely gave me any limits.
I push inside as she tries to close the door on me. Fear flashes in her eyes as I force my way in. The look motivates me further.
No permanent marks. That’s it. I’m not sure how I managed to deserve a therapist like her. She runs through the house, swallowing her screams.
The quickest place for her to escape is my bedroom. I like seeing her scramble for it. She throws the door in my face. I lunge at the doorknob, grabbing hold and twisting it so she can’t lock me out. Her body leans against the door, trying to fight me pushing in. It’s a battle she can’t win. I hear her heavy breaths just behind the door, urging me on.
Sophie isn’t making it easy, and I enjoy it. Do I think she can stop the urge to kill forever? No, but right now, getting her is the only thing I can focus on. I want her mouth, and I’m going to take it.
I burst through the door, and she flings herself onto the bed, trying to crawl to the other side to get away. I grab her ankle and drag her back towards me. I take my time reeling her closer, enjoying the scene of her clawing at the bedspread. Her scream settles right between my legs.
Her ass hits the floor as I pull her off the bed. I crowd her space so there’s no escaping. My crotch presses against hercheek. I grab her hair in my fist, holding her in place as I pull myself out. The tip of my cock slides across her lips, leaving a wet line of precum.
“Tongue out,” I tell her. I tighten my fist in her hair, tugging so her head tips back. She looks up at my mask.
“Tongue out, or I’ll be rougher.” Sophie takes a deep breath and opens her mouth. Her tongue holds the weight of my cock as I press my hips forward. The wet warmth of her mouth envelops my cock, pulling a groan from my mouth. I hit the tight opening of her throat. She gags, and the muscles push on my cock. I retreat, gripping the base of my cock and dragging it over her face. I run it over her skin wherever I want.
“Open.” She does. I grip her hair, holding her in place as I push past her lips and work my way down her tongue. The tight entrance to her throat teases the head of my cock every time I fuck into her. Quickly, she learns to stop fighting. Instead of trying to rip her head away, she grips my thighs as she gags.
“Good girl,” I groan. I want in her throat, and I’m going to get in. The next time I slide back, she fights her own gag reflex. She knows exactly what I want. It drives me insane that she’s trying to give me it.
A groan rips from my mouth as she tries to let me in deeper. I pull out, not wanting to end things fast. Her mouth will be wrapped around my cock for hours.
