She turns her head slightly, just enough so I can see the curiosity in her eye. She’s contemplating it. My fingers twirl the string on my sweatshirt methodically. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she mutters. Her gaze slips over to Kieran and his heavy face tats, who’s still trying to sweet-talk her friend.
Fucking Kieran. I could strangle that fucker.
I wet my lips, leaning in again to let her smell commandeer my senses. Time to reel her in.
“Such a shame. I wanted to hear you sing for me. Maybe you can play for me too?” I muse casually.
That catches her attention. She flips around so fast her hair slaps her face. “How do you know I play piano too? I never mentioned that.”
I knew she’d be curious after last night.
I shrug casually and lean back in my seat with my hands resting behind my head. My dark hair falls further over my eyes.
“Kieran. He knows everything about everyone,” I reply simply. It’s not a total lie. She doesn’t need to know I’ve been digging into her personal life, or that I know every fucking move she’s made the past five years. That’s how long I’ve been plotting.
Her face relaxes, and she seems to accept that. “Oh.”
“He’s harmless,” I tell her, though he is just as fucked as I am, if not worse. I’m not above drugging people, but he fixates, obsesses. When he sets his eye on something, he takes it. Right now, I have a feeling that might be her little friend. To be fair, I’m no better. Only difference is, I don’t fuck with woman the way he does. His body count is astronomical. It’s pointless.
I’m a little fucked in the head—not exactly someone you bring home to Mom and Dad. I’m not capable of feelings, and that’s exactly why I’m doing this; why this plan needs to happen. Has to. It’s the only way. Call it poetic justice.
She scoffs. “You call drugging innocent women harmless?!” she whisper-yells. Her voice is seething. She’s got a point. Any normal person would find that insane. Just another day for us.
“To be fair, she was a willing participant. She should know her limits.” I shrug.
Probably not the best thing to say to get her in my good graces, but I can’t help myself.
The professor drones on, and his eyes connect with mine when he finally notices me hunched over my desk.
He tips his glasses down his nose. “Is there an issue, Mr. Lark?”
Vesper whips back around and pretends she wasn’t letting me get inside her little head.
I plump my bottom lip out and shrug. “Nope.” I cross my arms.
He looks unconvinced but gets back to his lecture that I’ve paid not a lick of attention to.
Again, I lean forward. She knows I’m right there. The hair on the back of her neck stands at attention. “Party’s at nine, songbird,” I say under my breath before sinking back into my seat.
Kieran shoots me an approving nod which tells me he’s convinced his newest plaything to come out tonight. How that fucker manages that is beyond me. He always picks the broken ones. Like a hawk zeroing in on a mouse. Easy pickings.
The class drags on, and Vesper keeps looking over her shoulder at me out of her peripheral. She’s invested in the monster.Good, I want to haunt her fucking dreams. I know I’ve gotten inside her head. It was too fucking easy. My hands drift into my pocket and I run my fingers over the cool metal of my switchblade. It calms my demented mind. I fuck off the remainder of class just waiting for the damn end. I look forward to going home and getting fucked up. Need to keep my demons fromclawing their way out, which means I need something heavy. Vesper and her friend can’t zip through the door quick enough when class is dismissed, and Kieran jams his hands in his pockets, fishing for a joint. “I got somewhere to be. I’ll be back for the party,” he relays.
I nod. He’s obvious as fuck. I should just save the guy the trouble and tell him I’m already spying on them. Dude has his own ways to handle shit, so I decide against it.
Once I’m back at the house, I head straight to my room. I let my body sink into the cool mattress. It squeaks beneath my weight. The first thing I do is pull out my laptop and bring up the video feed of her room. The screen comes to life with both girls sitting on the floor of their bedroom laughing. They stay in the same position for another few minutes before her friend exits the room.
Then it’s just Vesper.Alone.
What my little songbird does next takes me by surprise. She crawls up onto her bed and sprawls her tiny body out on her duvet. Her hand trails up her Calvin Klein shirt and cups her breast. Why does it stir something inside me? Something dark and deviant.
This may be easier than I imagined. She’s too fucking pure, too innocent, andfuckif I don’t like it.
My lip curls and, with my free hand, I dig out her panties that I stole yesterday. I slip them inside my jeans and fist them around my pierced cock, feeling the cool metal through her lace. I squeeze the base to ease the ache. My dick weeps. Can’t remember the last time a woman made me feel. Her body moves like a sultry seductress on the screen. Her hips pitch forward, and her hand slips down the front of her leggings.
I scoot to the edge of the mattress and stroke my dick lazily with her panties. When the lace catches on my piercings, it offers me the pain I crave. My hooded eyes slip closed as I imagine running my switchbladeover her creamy unblemished skin.Is this fucked-up? Prolly.If she’s goin’ to be a beautifully broken mess, might as well enjoy it while she still has her innocence, because when I’m through with her, she’ll be a shattered fragment of the woman she is now.
What the hell is wrong with me? His suffocating presence should make my blood run cold, instead my insides are as hot as they’ve ever been. His clouded, intoxicating darkness envelops me, surrounding my insides in something I don’t understand.
