Page 86 of Brainwashed

“That’s great!”

“Yea…”

There was an awkward silence after that, and I decided to just go for it.

“I don’t live on campus, you know,” I stated casually. Tom blinked. “My parents got me a place right up the block.”

“Is that right?” he asked, and I could hear the curiosity growing in his voice. “Any roommates?”

I shook my head, giving him my best seductive look, silently letting him know dick was on the menu. Only this time, I had no intention of giving mine to him.

All I could think about was killing the fuck out of this asshole. It was such a new sensation for me. Craving the kill without the sex. Without the infatuation I perceived aslove. Without seeking his affection or companionship. I wondered if it would feel the same.

I suppose we’ll see, I’d thought.

Thomas Kline gave me one last lingering look before gesturing to the door of the restrooms. “Lead the way.”

I brought him to my apartment. When we got inside, I offered him a drink, to which he asked, “Are you even old enough to drink?”

“No.” I shrugged with amusement on my lips. “But you like that fact. Don’t you?”

He gave me a peculiar look. But I kept going, stepping closer to him.

“You like ’em young.” I reached out to run my finger over the tattoo on his arm. “That boy earlier looked like he was fresh out of high school.”

Mr. Kline shrugged, like he wasn’t quite sure what to say.

“You know, I’m surprised you even agreed to come here with me,” I went on. “I think I’m at least a few years too old for you.”

When my eyes found his, I could see the confusion and irritation in them. “Look, I don’t know what it is you think you know about me…” My brows lifted and I waited for him continue. “I know you and my son were close…”

At the mention of Cam, every muscle in my body stiffened.

“And sure, Cameron and I had our differences,” he went on. “I won’t pretend to be the perfect father. Far from it, actually. But I did my best with him and Cassandra.”

“Mmm…” I hummed, grinding my teeth together so hard my jaw began to ache.

Distracting myself from the urges swimming in my bloodstream like poison, I draped my arms over his shoulders. “Well, as long as you’re here, Mr. Kline, I have to tell you that I’ve always found you super hot.”

His mood shifted instantly, like the conceited creep he was, and he smirked, grabbing onto my ass hard. Hard enough that I flinched. “Is that right?”

I forced myself to nod. “Uh-huh. In fact, I think you were my first real crush. I always had this fantasy about you and Cam together…” I moved my lips up to his ear. “Father and son. And me in the middle.”

He made a growling noise that had me shivering with disgust and illicit need all the same. “I wish I would have known back then. It might have made things with my son work out a little easier.”

The rage I was hiding caused me to bite down so hard on the inside of my cheek, I tasted blood. I let it calm me down, the roaring fury weaving around every fiber of me. I’d never wanted to kill someone so badly before. And now was my chance.

At this point, I was something of a seasoned serial killer. I had ten victims, after all. I deserved the hype.

And with that thought, Felix Darcey snuck off to bed. And The Carver came out to play.

I let Mr. Kline kiss me. I let him take my shirt off, and I let him run his finger inside my pants, along the crack of my ass. Then I removed his shirt too, all the while considering the best possible way to savor this.

We were in the living room, close enough to my kitchen that all I had to do was back him up into the counter. Which I did.

He was kissing me, stuffing my hand inside his pants to grip his dick while I was eyeing my knives. But I decided I wanted to do this one blood-free. At first, anyway.

My eager gaze settled on something perfect as he took my dick out of my pants. And he dropped to his knees.