“Fuck, Celeste! You nearly gave me a heart attack. What the hell happened here?” He inspects the room, glass crunching under his boots.
“I want you to destroy the house. Don’t leave one spec of surface untouched. She needs to know we’re coming for her. Bianca is one dead bitch!” Fire ignites in my eyes and I walk past them to meet my next purchase.
No one questions me and gets right to work. Clothes sliced up, dishes broken amongst the floor, couches gouged with rips, tables flipped over and their legs are busted from them. Itlooks like a tornado went through the house and nothing was left untouched. Watching everyone thoroughly enjoying themselves causes a wicked smile to spread across my face. Bianca wants war, she has no idea who the hell she’s messing with. I will take my time with her. Build up the anticipation of when she will be hunted. When her time will come to an end. It won’t be quick like she gave my father, no. It’ll be strategic and taunting.
I find red lipstick in a makeup vanity drawer and I saunter back to the living room. I begin to draw on my message for her to find. She will never prove it was me, but she will know that I’m coming for her. For her own sake, she better not come back from her little vacation because she will have nothing when she comes home. Nothing but fear and dread that she’ll need to bathe in. Constantly looking over her shoulder trying to guess when the darkness will swallow her whole into the pits of hell.
Beware of the Reaper. She’s coming to collect your soul for all the treacherous deeds you have committed.
Xoxo Reaper.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ALARIC
“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. And therefore is wing’d cupid painted blinds..” - William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream
Work has been absolute hell. Our asses are getting chewed out due to the fact that we haven’t been able to locate the assailant and bring his victim to safety. He’s been rather quiet, which is not normal for him and it’s giving me an absolute headache. We have no leads indicating if Samantha is alive or dead or what state he currently has her in. Silence is something I long for but in this case, it brings nothing but dread.
Monroe has also been acting weird lately. It appears that instead of focusing on this case, her main focus is on Celeste, which is quite infuriating. It’s been an obsession of hers and it’s driving her mad that I don’t want to hear any part of it. She insists that Celeste is keeping secrets from me, using me for my badge. Before she can indulge further, I cut her off and escape from her presence. If there were things that Celestewanted me to know, she would bring it to my attention. I’ve done a background check on her and her record is clean. For some reason, Monroe has an obsession over my girlfriend and it’s tethering over the line of stalking. Like a jealous ex who can’t get a hint that it’s over.
I know she’s trying to look out for me, her intentions are pure but at what point do you let it be and let one learn instead of being led into gossip without truly knowing someone. Celeste hasn’t made me question or doubt her in any way. These last couple weeks have been great. She doesn’t ask about my job, nor does she get upset with my long hours. She has her own business that has her working long hours so it works for the both of us.
Sitting at my island in the kitchen, documents are scattered across the counter. I’ve spent hours reviewing them and the videos over and over again, trying to discover any clues on where Oliver could be located. Stopping the videos and zooming in on any clues in the background, papers, surroundings of where he holds his victims, but he’s extremely thorough at keeping it all concealed. I slam my fist on the hard surface in frustration. Time is of the essence and we’re completely failing. We failed the women whose lives were taken and we’re failing Samantha.
A knock steals my attention and I slowly get up from my seat and look up at the clock on the stove. I’m not expecting anyone at this hour and Celeste isn’t due to arrive for another couple of hours. Striding over to the door, I unlock the dead bolt and the lock and slowly open the door, peeking through to a beautiful woman standing there with bags in her hands. I swing it open with a smile on my face.
“Well, hello there, beautiful. I wasn’t expecting you for another couple of hours.” I bend, kissing her, taking the bags from her hands.
“I was able to get away early today and I figured that you may need a break to eat.” She looks around, noting the mess of papers and adds, “From the looks of it, a break is much-needed. I hope you like Chinese. I hope I didn’t intrude.” She beams, following behind me into the kitchen.
I set the bags down on the table in the connected dining room and rummage through the cabinets for plates and silverware. I glance over my shoulder and she’s carefully taking the containers out of the bags, setting them on the table and she slowly swipes a strand of hair behind her ear, giving me a side view of her beautiful face. To hell with the food, I’m hungry for her. She’s truly divine, and she sucks all the breath out of me.
“You definitely did not intrude. You’re welcome to steal me away whenever your heart desires. I actually love Chinese and a much-needed break is, in fact, needed.” I set the plates down and take a seat, grabbing the chow mein and begin filling both our plates.
“I’m going to wash up, I’ll be right back.” She slides her hands across my shoulder in a seductive way and disappears down the hall.
My cock twitches, making me shift in my seat. A single touch sets my body on fire and right now, the only thing I can think about are those soft, powerful hands roaming my body. Whether she meant to do it or not, the thought of food went out the window and I think it can wait as the real meal is currently in my bedroom. Pushing from the table, I head down the hall. My craving for her can’t be buried; I need her now. Call me a weak man, I’ll get on my knees for her and beg for the feather-like touches and the depraved hard kisses.
Entering my bedroom, I call out her name but she doesn’t respond. Looking into the bathroom she’s nowhere to be seen. Where the hell did she go? Exiting my room, I go back down the hall but notice the door to another room is opened. Ah,fuck. I wasn’t ready for her to see that room now. I didn’t know how she would react to my greatest desires, the need of dominance, taking full control with obedience without question.
Leaning against the door frame, I watch as she takes in the room. She walks around the cushioned bench in the middle of the room and makes her way over to an armoire with curious, careful movements. She hesitates at first, but slowly opens the door and her breath catches at the sight of ropes, ribbons, blindfolds, feathers, and more sitting in front of her. As her face turns to the side, a smirk creeps up her face as if she’s satisfied with what she’s found. There’s no trace of disgust or worry, which calms my sudden nerves down.
“Such a nosey little thing you are. Do you like what you see?” I push off the frame, taking purposeful steps towards her.
“Who knew you would indulge in such a scandalous hobby, Officer,” she responds, slowly looking up at me. “Tell me, are you graceful or are you ruthless while tying up your victim?”
Her eyes set aflame, as she pulls the rope from its assigned place and glances up at the hook hanging from the ceiling. I catch the way her thighs squeeze together with desire. I knew she wasn’t a soft woman; she could take being taken roughly, but can she handle losing all control. I walk over to her and grab the rope from her hands.
“Strip down naked and kneel on the bench, Celeste,” I growl into her ear causing goosebumps down her arms.
She gulps and moves away from me and slowly lifts her shirt over her head and slides down her shorts, stepping out of them. She turns to face me, eyes locking with mine as she unclips her bra and lets it fall from her arms. She bends, pushing down her thong, keeping her eyes on me. My eyes break from hers and rake up and down her beautiful body. Her perky, large breasts on full display, toned stomach and legs,and her bare beautiful pussy calling me to touch, taste, worship.
Before I can step towards her, she makes her way towards the bench and kneels, gracefully waiting for my next command.
“Do you trust me, Celeste? This will only work if we trust each other. If there’s something you don’t like, if you feel any pain, you must tell me.” I grab the blindfold before I walk up to her.
She nods, appearing to be at a loss of words.
