Each photo just gets worse and worse. The need to get my hands on this psycho becomes more potent. He picks on peoplewho are defenseless instead of playing with the big boys. Coward.
“So, because women work a job that exposes their bodies, that makes them possessed by the devil? He has no idea what these women went through. He has no idea that they’re single moms trying to make it through this shitty world. Now these families are without their mother, daughter, sister. What a sick fuck. I hope you catch him soon.” I try to control my anger that boils at the peak of the surface. I knew of the things he’s done but that doesn’t make it any easier to hear again.
I pick up one of the photos without thinking and I analyze the different markings on their bodies and the type of torture he inflicted on them. I keep a mental note locked away for when I get my hands on him. He’ll feel their pain. A slow and elaborate death and once done, he’ll be thrown to the streets for everyone to see. The big bad Jawbreaker does break and will crumble to hell where he belongs. It’s laughable how he thinks he’s doing God's work. I’m not a religious woman, but even I know he won’t make it even close to heaven’s gates before the devil’s claws are buried deep inside him.
“I want you to be careful, Celeste. If he finds out you own a strip club and finds out you mean something to me, he’ll come after you. If that time comes, and I swear to god it better not, I know I won’t be able to keep my composure. I’ll lose my job tearing him limb from limb.” He moves, closing the space between us with his lips a breath away from mine.
His protectiveness throws me off guard. Is this how it feels to have someone other than your family care about you? This man has me feeling all sorts of foreign things.
“Be careful, Agent Solace, you’re starting to sound like you’re in love with me and I’m something to you.” I suck in a breath as his eyes darken at my words.
“You’re mine to destroy, mine to worship, mine to protect.No one lays a hand on you without consequences. Within the darkness, we’ll be each other's stars that guide one to the surface. You’re everything to me and I do love you. Baby girl, you have no idea what you’ve done to me.” He pushes me into the counter and crashes his lips on mine.
His kiss is powerful, dominant, and so full of passion. I can feel his emotions rush through me as if our souls are connected. I believe him when he said he would lose his job for me. I fucked up his whole world and now I’m the center of it. A part of me feels guilty for leaving out a big side of my life. He’s never asked, so technically I’m not lying.
I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Our tongues fight for the upper hand. Sucking his bottom lip, I bite and graze my teeth against it before releasing, making him moan. He lifts me up by my thighs, placing me on the countertop, spreading my legs apart to stand in between. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he breaks the kiss to lift it over my head and once it is, his lips meet mine again as he unclasps my bra.
His lips leave mine as he trails kisses down my neck to my naval. He cups my boob with one large, calloused hand and his tongue swirls around my hardened nipples. My head tips back as he sucks my sensitive tits. A moan escapes me and he travels to the next, giving it the same attention. With his free hand he’s yanking my pants down and I assist by lifting my hips up.
He breaks the assault from my tits and lowers himself to his knees as he slides the remaining of my pants off. He yanks my ass closer to the edge and spreads them wider. His eyes meet mine and he has a devilish smirk on that handsome face.
“Eyes on me, baby girl. I want you to watch as I devour your sweet pussy.” His eyes never leave mine as he swipes his tongue along my pussy.
My body tingles all over with arousal and my legs close automatically but he catches them and pushes them wideraggressively. He licks and sucks my clit causing me to buck my hips. His tongue dives deep inside me, fucking me as if he’s starved. I watch in awe as he feasts with utter hunger.
My hand goes to the top of his head, pressing him deeper into me as I start to ride his face. He hums, causing me to lose my self-control.
“Fuck, Alraric! You’re going to make me come!” I scream as my hips grind hard into him.
He pulls out of me, making me whimper but returns with two fingers, thrusting hard and fast inside me as he absorbs all my emotions and pleasure that radiates from me. It’s as if he’s taking a mental photo of how I come undone for him. He returns to my clit and sucks as he fucks me with those damn fingers.
“You look so damn sexy coming undone for me. Be a good girl and come all over my face. Use me. Ride me,” he growls before removing his fingers and replacing it with his tongue.
I thrust my hips and shove his face hard into my pussy as my body vibrates and my eyes roll to the back of my head and I come all over his face. My body slumps back and he slowly rises, wiping me from his face and licking his fingers clean. He grabs a towel from the drawer, running it under warm water before cleaning me off.
Picking me up from the counter, he carries me to his shower and places me down before he turns on the water heating it up. He quickly undresses and guides me into the shower where we stand under the hot water, feeling our bodies relax. He lathers my hair and body, making sure I’m clean on every inch of my body before I do the same for him. It’s as if this is normal for us. So comfortable as if home is where we are.
Once we’re cleaned, we towel off and get dressed andspend the next two hours cuddled up on the couch watching a movie like a normal damn couple.
Once we finished our movie and played a game of chess, in which I kicked his ass, I took a deep breath knowing that I needed to tell him about the event. I have no idea why I’m so nervous to tell him. No man has ever made me this nervous but I know he’s not going to like what he’s going to hear. Antonio and Larson challenge me all day long, especially with my plan, but I never falter to them. Alaric? I just might.
So I’ll spare him the details. Make him think that it’s just a simple event that I can’t cancel and nothing more. He’s going to flip his shit.
“So now might be a bad time to mention that my club has a big event Friday night,” I nonchalantly mention as he gets up to put the popcorn bowl away.
He stops dead in his tracks and slowly turns with daggers in his eyes.
“You have to be fucking kidding me? After what you just saw on the counter, you think it’s smart to have an event? At a strip club? Putting a big ass target on your back?” Oh, he's fuming now.
Maybe I should have waited and not ruined this time we have together, uninterrupted. I mean, he’s not wrong for being upset.
“It’s already been announced and it’s projected to be a very packed night. There’s no way he’ll strike with a huge crowd like that. Plus there’s going to be security at every corner. I think I’ll be fine, Alaric. I can’t shut down business becausethere’s a crazy person running around. The world doesn’t stop turning,” I argue.
Alaric begins pacing the floor, silent as he’s fighting a battle in his head to keep from lashing out. I don’t know whether to be worried or extremely turned on by how protective he’s being. I’d rather it be the latter. I don’t mind him taking his aggression out on me and going for round three. He’s so damn hot; I’m fighting not to smile as I watch him.
“I don’t give a shit if there’s the fucking SWAT team there. He’s been unpredictable and he could step out of his normal and hide within the crowd. He only takes one victim at a time but that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to branch out. Right now, this is too dangerous and until we can get better leads, I think you should cancel it.” He deadpans as if he has the final say in the matter.
He’ll learn real quick that no one tells me what to do. Once my mind and plans are set, it will follow through. I don’t care what you are to me. Maybe it’s a flaw of mine, but I don’t care.
