I linger over her bed momentarily as anger swirls inside me at her audacity.
She’s the reason I’m covered in blood tonight. She’s the reason I’m crazed.
I lied when I told her I’d snuck in and come in her mouth while she slept, but the idea that I was inside of her while she was working, while she was unaware, did something to me.
Something dark and deranged.
Before I know what I’m doing, I march into the kitchen, rip open the fridge, and palm her favorite bottle of coffee creamer. The one she never goes a day without drinking.
Uncapping it, I take the bottle with me, leaving the cap behind on the counter.
I shut Bear out of the room when I walk back inside.
She’s nude on the bed, lying on her back. Her hand rests on her inner thigh, so close to where I watched her come with my name on her lips hours earlier.
“Fucking menace,” I mutter as I choke my hand around the creamer bottle’s neck, freeing my cock with the other.
Jacking it, I realize how close I was to coming this whole time, just by being near her, with the scent of fresh blood on my skin.
I’m so fucking alive tonight.
Stroking faster, longer, I moan, uncaring if she wakes up and catches me.
“Fuck, look what you do to me, poison,” I groan, jacking harder and harder.
Soon, I’m coming unglued, angling the head of my cock toward the opening of the bottle and spilling my nut inside.
I make sure to express every drop, shuddering through the final moments of orgasm.
I smile at her as I get myself back in my pants.
“Now, I’ll always be with you,” I tell her, brushing hair off her face with the hand I just made myself come with, thumbing over her pouty lip.
Moving out of the room, I recap the creamer and shake, mixing my essence into the sweet cream vanilla garbage, then place it back in the fridge.
I slam the door and look down at Bear.
He looks back at me as if he knows what I just did, judgment painted all over his face.
“She had it coming,” I argue.
He chuffs before turning and walking back into the bedroom.
Good thing he can’t speak, I think he’d warn her.
After I got home, I showered, then settled into my computer chair, my fingers moving over keys as fast as they could to verify Sean’s intel.
Some of it is hard to access because it’s on government servers, but the firewalls will eventually let me through.
My phone rings, and I flick my eyes down.
Chase.
I answer it, putting it on speakerphone so I can continue working. “Hey, man. What’s up?”
“Remember that guy you wanted me to look into?”
“Helms? Yeah. What you got?”
