You're My Favorite Murderer (Chapter 16)

Chapter 16: 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘰𝘺

“Stazieeeee” I grumble slowly dragging myself from a sensual dream, a dream I really shouldn’t be having but what goes on inside my mind is no one’s damn business but my own. I reach up to hold my head, feeling heavy, weighted; as if I’ve been asleep for days on a layer of concrete. What the fuck, since when do I wake up feeling a headache this fucking big? Usually when I drink, but I didn’t drink enough to get hungover that’s for damn sure.

Licking my lips I gather a taste of salty sweet, one that’s danced across my tongue more than at least once. I must still be in a dream somewhere. Blinking back my fatigue I let my eyes adjust to the new surroundings, an unfamiliar bathroom setting with hairbrushes along the sink and tubes of lipstick, mascara brushes and other makeup sitting near a vanity. Raking a hand down my face, I notice something red stain my palm. Feeling my lips, I pull my fingers back into view, drips of blood painting the digits. Rolling my tongue around my teeth, nothing tastes of blood so I must not have bit my lip in my sleep.

Shaking my head with a yawn, trying to rid myself of the exhaustion I try to stand, my back arched uncomfortably when I feel a tug on my wrist. Noticing the metal bracelet wrapped around, I pull on it only to be answered with a resounding clang, metal on metal. Following the chains I see the handcuff secured around my left wrist, the other cuffed around the shower’s pipeline, “the fuck?”

“I was wondering when your ass was going to wake up.” The minute I hear that voice I want to punch a wall.

Slowly I spin back to face the woman at the heart of my anger. “You fucking drugged me?”

She stands from the toilet seat she was crouched on, striding right in front of my stormy gaze. And of course, she’s in nothing but a tight tank top, perked nipples showing through and short shorts that caress her ass so perfectly. I readjust myself, following my gaze up her body before lading on those big brown eyes. Eyes that seem so innocent but the things they’ve seen, crimes they’ve witnessed, she’s far from fucking innocent. “Did you have a nice nap sleepy head” her question smooth like honey, luring prey to the predator, completely ignoring my accusation.

Swallowing heavily, I force my increasing arousal to the deepest, darkest parts of my psyche. “You better unlock these handcuffs, right fucking now little Darkside” I growl, my words laced in venom.

Her lips quirk up in a smile, amused. I was going to make her pay for this little stunt of hers. A long and hard punishment with no mercy. “Not a chance, with you indisposed I’d say I’m pretty safe.” Arms crossed putting her shadowed tits on display.

Grinding my teeth together firmly, ignoring the forming headache I grab up her wrist, tugging her flush against my chest. “Not so safe anymore” I whisper, voice rough and dripping with lust.

She tugs on my hold, whimpering, my vice grip merciless, only getting tighter as she fights me. “You’re hurting me” she whispers delicately, staring into my gaze, hoping I’ll let up at seeing her in pain. Only it turns me on more so as I grip even tighter, twisting just a tad. Her eyes leave mine for a beat, noticing the tent in my pants, just as I manage to slip my other wrist free of the cuff, tilting her chin up.

I circle my hand around her throat, her head tilting further up and out allowing me access, chest heaving, heart racing with the possibility. Kinky little slut. Releasing my hold for only a second, I spin her around, back pressed against my chest, hand collared around her throat as the other caresses the exposed soft skin along her stomach.

Tattooed fingers trailing along, her head tilting back, resting on my shoulder I direct her away from the shower, closer toward the vanity, a large mirror putting the pair of us on display beneath the bright lights. “Look” I whisper in her ear. Raising her head, eyes finding mine in the reflection she bites her lip, my thumb reaching up to tug it free from between her teeth. I feel her ass grind against the bugle in my pants, as I tighten my hold around her throat. “This isn’t a reward little Darkside, this is a punishment.”

Eyes falling shut, she arches away, dragging her nails along my neck, scraping, cutting into the flesh but I don’t falter, I barely flinch pain something I’m used to, something I crave. “Mmm, yes. Punish me, make me hurt, make me beg for it.”

Tightening the hand necklace around her throat to the point she’s gasping for breath, eyes open wide, searching mine for mercy I grin darkly. “I don’t think you understand how this works. You, keep your mouth shut and do everything I tell you to. No questions, no hesitation.” She nods in understanding, but I hardly care, her body my own personal sex toy to play with; to break, to pound with pleasure and pain, to fuck to exhaustion, anything I fucking want.

I slide my hand down, a pinkie slipping into the waistband of her shorts, grazing just above the bikini line before releasing her entirely. Stepping away I let myself out of the bathroom, storming out into the living area before slamming the door shut behind me as I make my way down the steps.

The sound of a door opening and approaching footsteps hardly phases me, my focus remaining on returning home. Just as I reach out to open the door to the cold, a delicate hand with a thumb ring reaches for my wrist. Solely based on instinct I tug free of the barely there grip. Turning around I come to face her.

Arms caressing the sides of her arms, every inch of exposed skin shivering with the chill emanating through the door I frown deeper. “What, you gonna beg me to fuck you?” I scoff “so pathetic Stazie.”

She hardly blinks, stepping closer, my words having no effect. “I’m not the only one who wanted it, and we both know it.”

Hands balling into fists, pursing my lips I push her up against the wall, fingers digging to her arms as I close the distance between us until the only breath we have is each other’s. “If I recall correctly, you said and I quote ‘if whores are your type, then our deal’s off’. Are you calling yourself a whore Staz?”

She shoves at my chest, but I stay rooted to my spot, waiting for an answer. “Fuck you Jeremy” she tries to spit, not even half of the venom she intended translating through.

“You wish Darkside, and we both know it.” I slide a hand into her hair, tugging on the roots, exposing her throat. “But the question is, will you be able to handle my darkness as well as my cock?” Lips and piercing grazing along her neck, sucking on the skin as she tries to hold back her moans. Smiling along her throat I slide my tongue up, tasting her rapidly beating pulse. “Such a kinky little slut.” I belittle tantalizingly before sinking my fangs in.

She gasps, setting her lip free of her teeth, gripping my shirt tugging me close. The moment her blood spills into my mouth I feel my erection growing once more, poking the place between her legs. Biting harder, tasting the red lifeblood that flows through I arch her head back further, the angle of her neck so sharp she’s both moaning and crying in pain. Good. My other hand snakes down her top, hardly grazing her nipples before slipping between her shorts, panties still intact, covering her quivering pussy.

“It…fuck it hurts. Ahh” she moans out the words, my fingers playing with the fabric of her panties, sliding along her slick slit.

“Lies” I whisper into a bite, my fingers stroking along, her legs shaking. She tugs on my shirt tighter as I lick along the marks I’ve left before storming out the door, leaving her a bloody, weeping mess.

“Bastard” I hear her scream as I run back to my apartment with a laugh, denial tastes so sweet.