“I’m sorry. I wish I could have prepared things before I brought you in here, but I didn’t want to risk waking you up.” I set him gently on the cold tile floor, leaning propped up against the sink.
He made a sound deep within his chest and despite the fact he couldn’t speak, I knew what he was asking.
“You should be thanking Aiden. If things hadn’t worked out the way they did yesterday, this would have been you last night.” I grimaced. “And it would have been much less pleasant for you then.”
Not that it would be a piece of cake for him, but with the way things had turned out, I thought he would definitely appreciate the less painful end he had to look forward to than I had initially planned.
A single tear snuck down his cheek, but I was unmoved as I stared down at the scared man before me. I turned my back to him, knowing he wasn’t going anywhere, and went to the bathtub and started to fill it up with hot water.
My only regret was I couldn’t force him to write a confession to the murder of the man I’d killed the night before. If I could have killed two birds with one stone, that would have taken a lot of pressure off my shoulders. But I hoped maybe there would be enough suspicion of the timing of his apparent suicide with the disappearance, and then murder, of the man the police would start putting two and two together.
It was a long shot. But if I could ingrain myself in Aiden’s life like I hoped, then he would get to know me and I could make him fall in love with me. That would leave him with no reason to suspect me to be the killer I really was.
With a sigh, I turned off the water when it was high enough. I hated leaving things to chance, but I didn’t have a choice in this instance. Too many things had already gone wrong and I needed to clean up my mess and hope for the best.
My fingers didn’t linger as I quickly undressed Duncan before placing him in the tub. I admired his effort to struggle against me and live. The fight always made the kills more exciting and got my blood pumping, even if they were fruitless in the end.
The small blade was in my back pocket and I wrapped his fingers around it, then my hand around his fist. I caught his gaze and held it, watching tears stream down his face in earnest now as I guided his hands to slit his wrists. After placing one arm in the water and one arm on the lip of the tub, I took a step back to watch the blood drain from him.
He stared up at me, unmoving. His eyes were pleading with me to help him. But there would be no help for him.
A satisfied smile spread across my face as a contentment settled deep in my body, wrapping itself around me like a familiar blanket. It cocooned me in its warmth. This was what I had needed.
“Thank you,” I whispered to Duncan as I watched his eyes drift closed as he succumbed to the blood loss.
Unable to stay any longer, I slipped from the room and quietly left through the back door.
I had a little bird I needed to find and claim.
7
AIDEN
My body still ached with the memory of Nate, even days later. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had fucked me that well. Hadownedme that completely.
In the shower, I stood under the spray with a smile on my face and a lump in my chest.
Part of me hadn’t been surprised he’d snuck out before I woke up the next morning. But I was more surprised he hadn’t left a note with his name and number or anything. I was sure there had been a spark, and that he’d felt it too.
Not that I expected him to want to be my Daddy for real, and God, I couldn’t believe the reaction that word had pulled from deep within me. I’d never called a man that in bed, or out of it. But the way he’d whispered the word in my ear, coaxing me to call him that. A shiver ran through my body at the memory, a yearning for more.
Unable to stop myself, I put one hand on the cool tile and the other slid down my wet body until I reached my aching cock. A gasp escaped my lips as I tightened my fist aroundmyself and gave one slow tug, working my half hard dick to full mast.
“Fuck.” I shuddered as I continued to stroke myself until I was panting. The memory of Nate’s lips and hands on my body drove me wild. A live wire could have been put in the shower and I didn’t think I’d get worked up as fast.
He was intoxicating. Breathtaking. Dangerous.
I didn’t usually go for the type, being a homicide detective. My kind of guy was usually the safer bet, more reserved and easygoing. Like Duncan.
But fuck. Nate.
Daddy.
My fist moved faster, twisting over the head, working in the pre-cum over my shaft that leaked out. With a grunt of satisfaction, my head fell back as I pumped my hips into the tight circle made by my fingers.
Thoughts of the way Nate had worked me open and fucked me hard and fast, worked my body like no one else ever had, filled my head as I fucked my hand hard and fast, needing to spill my release.
He ruined me in one single night, with one fuck, for any other man.
