She looks at me with begging eyes for three heart-thrashing seconds, glances at the door, then steps back toward the bed. Anyone who’s ever accused her of being slow has no clue what they’re talking about. I often speak in riddles. If you’re not smart enough to understand my riddle, you’re not smart enough to associate with me. End of story.
Megan is smart. She knows my comment about cleaning up her mess has nothing to do with the bludgeoned woman lying dead in front of me and everything to do with the mess her rage caused to my face. It’s splattered with blood, and although I’d usually relish the thought, since it isn’t Megan’s blood, it is suddenly nowhere near as appealing.
After cleaning her hands on her shirt, Megan raises them to my face. It only takes her a handful of swipes to gather up the droplets of blood, but before it can join the numerous DNA samples on her shirt, I say in a gravelly tone, “Now lick it.”
She hesitates for only a second before doing as asked.
She’s a good little pet like that.
Although I didn’t have to fuck my father’s pet to get across my point, Megan was taught a lesson.
She is training well.
“Did you like that?” I ask, my voice extra rough like it’s as cut-up and bleeding as the unnamed woman’s face.
My cock hardens to the point it is painful when Megan bobs her head.
“As much as my co—”
She shakes her head before I get all of my question out.
Such a good little doll.
“Now on your knees.”
My plan to mimic Megan’s dental records with the unknown woman is almost left for dust when Megan immediately falls to her knees. My dick wasn’t the first one forced between her lips, but we all know it will be the last.
“Look at me.” I help the strands of hair sticking to her sweaty temples to fall back with the rest of her locks when she obeys my command, then I drag my thumb over the curve of her thin brow. Her eyes are hazy, but I’m not sure if that is compliments to her recent trudge through the dark or from the drugs Charles gave her.
An hour ago, I didn’t care she’d been drugged because I assumed she had taken all the pills I’d left for her. Now, I care—probably a little too much.
The scent of hair that’s in bad need of a wash fills my nostrils when I grip her chin to lift her head higher. She’s grubby, covered with blood, and a range of bruises are mottled over her body, so now is not the time for her to suck my dick.
I just need my head to get the memo because instead of stepping back to count the number of molars in the now-deceased lady’s head, I dip my thumb into Megan’s mouth and groan when she sucks down on the bloody digit like she’s starving.
“Wider.” I kick her knees with my boot until I can wedge my foot under her bare cunt. I feel the vibration of her moan more than I hear it when I rub the toe of my boot against her swollen pussy. She’d be sore from how cruelly I took her, but forever eager to please, she fights through the pain by grinding down instead of cowering away.
I dip my thumb in and out of her mouth enough times to quell the urge to whip my cock out and stuff it between her pouty lips, then I nudge my head to the door. “Go grab your things. I’ll meet you at the truck.”
When disappointment crosses her features, I drift my eyes down her body before shifting my focus to the faceless woman. Her body is as nicked as Megan’s, but I have a handful of marks I need to replicate before she’ll come close to being Megan’s twin—most notably, her once cracked tooth.
“Megan,” I say, stopping her slow walk to the door. Once she pivots around to face me, I drop my head to her torso. “Leave the shirt.”
Like the good little pet she is, she removes her only article of clothing without a peep, peers at me with a twinkle in her eyes that announces she’s noticed my body’s reaction to her nakedness, then she spins on her heels and skips out of the room, aware I’m about to become the fiend from her nightmares but only to protect her.
To a woman as unhinged as Megan, that is the equivalent of telling her you love her.
twenty-five
MEGAN
Ican’t believe you did that!
Why not? It was fucking awesome.
That’s because you don’t want her with Dexter.
Who said? I like Dexter.
