Present
Zilphia.Zilphia. Zilphia. That fucking girl has been stomping around in my subconsciousness nonstop all goddamn day. I’m a junkie for her pain. Nothing has ever gotten my dick harder. Her anguished screams and tearful pleas sent me into a frenzy. I completely spiraled, losing myself in her tantalizing fear.
Terrorizing her was euphoric, better than busting deep inside some gushing pussy. But raping her… that was chef’s kiss. Zilphia’s delicious virgin ass choked my cock almost painfully, her strained muscles clinging to me with every thrust.
I need another fix. Just a small hit. A grunt rumbles past my lips.Who the fuck am I kidding?A small hit won’t do it for me. I want to overdose on her.
Seeing her beautiful face for the first time after three long years was a kick to the gut. Gone is her girlhood glow, replaced with womanly allure. Granted, her slender frame hasn’t changed much over the years, but there’s noticeably more curve to her assand tits. The most discernible difference is her lean facial features, which were once slightly rounded.
Sam, pathetic bastard that he is, immediately wanted to gather her in his arms and forgive her deceit. Sandman, on the other hand, had no such sentiments. He wanted to fuck and butcher her all at once. I’ll be doing the former quite often. The latter…well, I haven’t decided yet. I can’t hurt her anymore if she’s dead.
I veer my motorcycle left, turning onto her street. It’s a little past one in the morning. Zilphia spent the day with Meela and arrived home not too long ago. A prospect was on her tail the entire time, periodically updating me on her activities. I park and dismount, dropping my helmet on the seat before heading toward the house. I reach into my cut and pull my phone from the inner pocket, my dick stirring in anticipation.
Me: Open the door.
I gave Zilphia a cell phone last night with strict instructions to answer my texts and calls, no matter the time or place. She can’t afford to reactivate her own service with less than nine bucks in her bank account.The fucking irony.I made it my business to know everything about her. The easier to control my prey.
The door eases open, revealing my obsession. Her terror-stricken eyes lock on me, tugging a smile on my lips. I clear the porch steps, my possessive gaze taking in her oversized T-shirt and bare legs. I wonder if she’s wearing shorts underneath. I’ll find out soon enough. She steps back to let me in, then quietly pushes the door shut with a soft click.
I cut my gaze to the living room. “Get on the sofa.”
“Not here,” she whispers, still facing the door. “Someone could come down.”
I’m on her in a flash, plastering her against the wooden surface. “One: You fucking look at me when you’re talking to me.” I seize her ponytail and yank her head back. “Two: When I tell you to do something, you better goddamn do it. Got it?”
“Y-yes,” she whimpers.
“I tell you to get butt naked and take a stroll down the street,” I say, running my nose along her jaw, “what you doing?”
“I’m going to do it,” she answers, a hitch in her trembling voice.
“What’s that?” I tighten my hold in her hair. “Couldn’t hear you.”
She winces. “I’m getting naked and taking a stroll down the street.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” I snake my free hand under her T-shirt to put my curiosity to rest.
Panties, no shorts.
I lightly stroke her clit through the cotton material. “You have a fat clit, Zilphia,” I murmur, grinding my erection against her ass. “Anyone ever taste it?”
“Yes.”
“Who?” I growl, raw jealousy sinking sharp talons into me.
“Redmond,” she answers.
“Ended up with that piece of shit after all, huh?” Red-hot rage boils my blood. “And he never fucked you?” I ask skeptically.
I just might have to find that motherfucker and gut him. The thought of another person knowing how she tastes doesn’t sit right with me. We were supposed to be each other’s first and last everything, but she ruined that possibility for us.
I lost my virginity to a goddamn twinkie instead. The experience was underwhelming, but that didn’t stop me from sowing my wild oats. Being the son of the great Zeus got me limitless pussy on demand. If I’m being honest, sex doesn’t hold the same appeal for me it once did.
That is, untilshecame crashing back into my life. I want nothing more than to fuck her tight virgin cunt, but first she has to suffer.
“No,” Zilphia replies. “My mother wouldn’t allow it.”
“Of course not,” I retort. “I’m going to take a guess and say she told you to seduce him… tempt him with a few touches here and there, but not to give up the goods. No doubt she was pimping you out for self-serving purposes and you let her. Too bad becoming destitute put a wrench in her plans. Am I right?”
