I don’t get the chance this time around, though. With a brutal shove, Dexter pins me to the wall by my throat then snatches the blade out of my hand. I squirm in an instant. I don’t know if it’s a nervous wiggle or the one that usually follows a heap of inappropriate thoughts.
When the tingles racing down my spine cluster in my ungodly womanly parts, I assume it is the latter.
“If you want to play the role right, you need to go the full hog.” Dexter strays his eyes from the man who was sniffing my hair only moments ago to me. “She doesn’t want to be wined and dined. She wants to be consumed, devoured, and possessed. You don’t win her by sniffing her hair like a man without a dick. You show her how bad it will be without you before giving her a taste of the darkness that comes with you.” I assume he’s trapped in the terrifying throes of a psychosis until he says, “Megan looks sweet and innocent but beneath that persona is a devil so evil not even Satan could taint it.” He returns his eyes to the motel clerk. “So do you think you have what it takes to bed a woman like that?”
The clerk stupidly nods.
It will be the last thing he ever does.
Well, so I thought.
A nanosecond after his second head bop, Dexter loosens his grip on my throat. As I suck in some much-needed breaths, he drags over the chair the clerk was sitting in when I entered the reception area. He places it between the frozen clerk and me, then he heads for the roller blind covering the main window at the front of the motel. His steps are still not as smooth and fluid as normal, but the clerk doesn’t pay his unsteady footing any attention. He’s too busy flaring his nostrils hoping he will permanently capture the scent making the air hot with humidity.
As he hides us from the world, I watch Dexter with eagerness, confused yet somehow unpanicked. I’ve handled my share of broken promises, but until Dexter does something to lose my trust, I will continue to believe I am safe with him. He killed for me. He can’t earn my trust any better than that.
“Then what are you going to do to achieve that?” Dexter asks as his eyes bounce between the clerk and me. There’s an edginess to his eyes. He’s clearly still under the influence, but the gleam in his dark gaze doesn’t appear to be solely based on the drug his father gave him. There’s something much deeper to them. Something more unbalanced. “You’ve got her here, so now what do you want to do to her?”
My eyes rocket to him when the clerk replies, “It isn’t what I want to do to her. It’s what I want her to do to me.” He smiles like I’m not seconds from gouging his eyes out with one of the sharpened pencils on his desk before he mutters, “I want her to suck my dick.”
Dexter smirks. “Good choice... I’ve been wondering myself how soft her lips are.” With a lick of his lips, he nudges his head to the clerk’s pants. “Well, go on, what are you waiting for? Flop it out.”
“I don’t need to pay first?” the clerk asks, apparently well-versed on the protocol for sanctioning a woman to hell by making love to her with no plans to place a baby in her belly.
“You want to pay?” Dexter asks, his voice still on edge. “Because from what I saw earlier, you seemed like you wanted to take? If I hadn’t showed up, you probably would have taken her right on this dirty floor. Am I right?”
The clerk’s head shakes like a bobblehead toy. “No. Of course not. I can pay.” His tone dips, concealing his deceit before he mutters, “If you need me to pay.”
“I don’t need you to do anything.” Dexter steps up to him until they’re chest to chest. “Except get your dick out. I am sure my girl is dying to see it. You’re just her type.” I didn’t notice the clerk’s similarities to Nick until Dexter points them out. “Golden blond hair, baby blue eyes. You even have calloused fingertips. Let me guess, you play guitar during your free time.”
“How’d you know?” People think I’m slow because I’m mentally unwell. If that is the criteria for assessing someone’s intellect, this man must have spent years in mental asylums.
“Just a guess,” Dexter mutters before returning his eyes to me. They’re blazing ten times brighter than the lightning in the sky, and they expose he is hungry—for blood. Mine or the clerk’s? I’m not sure, but I’m confident we’re about to find out when he adds, “We usually charge by the hour, so you better hurry up if you want your money’s worth.”
When the clerk’s hand shoots down to his zipper, I spin away. I don’t want to see his penis. I don’t want to see anyone’s penis.
Except Dexter’s.
Since that isn’t a lie, I don’t argue with the narky voice in my head.
“Oh no, you don’t, Megan. You’re going to want to watch this.” Dexter gives me no choice but to obey his snapped command when he stands behind me, cranks my neck back to the clerk, then forces my eyes open with his index fingers and thumbs. They burn like the fiery depths of hell I’ll be forced to live in when the clerk yanks his penis out of his pants. It’s hard and glistening at the tip like Nick’s was every time he put it inher.
“Now?” Dexter asks, his voice extra throaty.
The clerk stammers out, “She needs to remove her pants before getting on her knees.”
I try to shake my head, but I can’t. Dexter’s hold is too firm, not to mention the buckling of my knees when a second after he pulls my pants to my knees, he rams his foot into the back of them. The cracks in the filthy tiles rip up my knees when I tumble to the floor, but before a whimper can escape my lips, Dexter yanks my head back then wordlessly gestures for the clerk to step forward.
I grunt and hiss at him in warning. If he brings his cock anywhere near my face, I will bite it off.
I wonder if that’s the point when Dexter whispers in my ear, “Not even spineless men bow, Megan, so if you didn’t like what he was doing, you should have forced him to his knees. There’s no quicker way to do that than to make themthinkthey have the control.”
When Dexter pulls my hair away from my face to fist it at the back of my head, the veins in the clerk’s penis throb in anticipation. He shouldn’t be so eager. The gleam in Dexter’s eyes had me confused, but that isn’t an issue anymore. I now comprehend what he wants me to do, and since I want to make up for taking the glory of his kill away from him, I’ll do exactly as asked.
Dexter’s throaty garble makes my thighs shake more than the image of the clerk sliding his cock in and out of his hand when he asks, “Are you ready?”
I swallow before nodding, then, just as images of the woman Dexter brought to our hotel room two nights ago flash before my eyes, I lock gazes with the clerk. He has no idea what is coming for him, but Dexter understands. I can feel the heat of his penis on the back of my head. Feel the energy teeming through him. He’s as excited as I am because we both know this is only the start of our night. Once I do this, there will be no one left between us. Not our fathers. Not Nick. Not even Cleo. It will be just us and the revenge we plan to get no matter the cost.
“Now open your mouth like a good girl, Megan. Spencer has a surprise for you.”
