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Chapter 8

Trey

In the silence of our massive kitchen, the ghosts of the island wrap their hands around my throat, constricting so hard, I can barely get the words out. “Haven’t seen Rachel in a few days.”

The last time I saw her was when she showed me that pregnancy test. I’ve been wracked with anxiety and dread every second since. Not even my dreams are safe—she visits me in my nightmares, belly protruding as she tells me to kiss her. In the next, a baby crying in my arms as she fucks my father in the other room.

I’m not stupid enough to get my hopes up that she’s finally gone for good. Father’s known what’s been going on with us for months, and he hasn’t broken up with her. Why would he now?

“She had to visit a doctor.” He shuffles through a manilla folder on the counter before stuffing it into his briefcase and clicking it shut.

He knows about the pregnancy then. Maybe he thinks I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t realize the baby is mine, not his.

“She told you about the baby?”

Father’s coal-dark eyes flash to me as he swings his briefcase off the table. “No, I found the test. But that’s none of our concern anymore.”

My racing pulse skips a beat. He sent her away to raise the kid alone? I’m going to have a son out there, and he won’t even know me. I don’t want her in my life for a second longer, but I don’t want to abandon my son either.

When I open my mouth to object, my father cuts me off, “She’s not pregnant anymore.”

“She had a miscarriage?” A confusing mix of relief and concern fills my chest.

I’m not going to be a father. I could collapse to my knees in gratitude. I wouldn’t be nearly as shitty of a father as mine, but I wouldn’t be a good one. Not at sixteen. Maybe not ever.

Despite everything she’s done to me, I can’t shake off the prickle of worry for Rachel. No one crosses my father and gets away with it.

“No. I instructed her to terminate the pregnancy.” Father strides for the front door like we’re discussing little more than some inclement weather.

Rachel would’ve been a terrible mom. She can’t be trusted around kids. But now that she’s not pregnant, Father might let her come back. Panic grips my chest. “When will she be back?”

Father reaches for the doorknob, his squeaky loafers coming to a halt. “She won’t be.”

“What—”

“Don’t ask about her again, Trey.” He whirls on me, gaze blazing. “We’re done with her. You won’t be seeing her anymore, and I don’t want you to ever speak of her or this again. Understood?”

He slams the door behind him without waiting for my answer.

The same way he reacted to my questions about my mother’s death. Don’t ask about her again. We’re done talking about this.

I’ll never know if Rachel really did terminate the pregnancy, or if he killed them both.

If there’s one fate worse to my father than death, it’s prison. So that’s what he’ll get. I’ll make sure of it.

Craig’s hacked-off thumb is in my bag on the passenger seat. Father should be off the island today, so that gives me plenty of time to plant the severed appendage.

Even if he manages to scrape together a believable alibi, they can nail him for paying others to do his dirty work. Won’t take much effort to withdraw a suspicious amount of money from one of his accounts.

Juliet managed to clean all the cum off the front seat after parking it in my usual spot in front of the hockey house. In the dead of night, she managed to steal my Camaro and take off with it. Didn’t take long for me to catch on and follow her on my bike. When we ended up at a carnival, her wearing a mask and wielding an axe, I needed to find out what the hell she was up to.

Watching her toss that decapitated head without an ounce of mercy made my knees weak, my blood pump, my cock twitch. The memory of it alone gives me a semi.

Not sure who the guy is, but I know she had her reasons. Maybe he was the scumbag who made her swear off men. The name she refused to give me. Craig .

Took every ounce of willpower to drop the axe after chopping off his thumb. I could’ve spent another hour carving him into pieces.

Except she asked him about someone else before she took his final breath. Brandon Williams . If Craig isn’t the guy she was after, why did she kill him? Why is she looking for a guy named Brandon Williams?

The fucker must have it coming if she’s willing to risk everything to find him.

After that, after I salivated over the way she ended a man’s life without hesitation or remorse, I got to take her the way I’ve wanted to since I chased her through that haunt. She clenched so hard around my cock, like she couldn’t get enough of me. Her screams echoed behind the mask while she came, pulsing over and over and making it impossible to stave off the orgasm any longer.

Can’t wait to do that to her again. Maybe next time we’ll both be covered in blood.

As expected, Father’s Rolls-Royce isn’t on the island. No other vehicles in the driveway. This palace isn’t home, and I’ll make my trip inside quick. Too many ghosts and monsters haunting this place to make me want to stick around.

Inside, my boots clomp across the floor, echoing off the empty walls and high ceilings. In the basement, he keeps a few chest freezers full of meat from animals he’s shot. Bear, deer, boar. He’s made a few trips abroad for the exotic animals, their taxidermied heads mounted on the walls. The bigger, the better.

In the furthest freezer packed full of meat, I dig down and tuck Craig’s thumb into the corner. Maybe I’ll leave it here; maybe find somewhere more obvious. I’ll know when the time comes.

Little does my perfect demon know, she just handed me my ticket out.

On my way back up the stairs, I check the time on my phone. I’m late for practice, but Coach can’t call and bitch me out while I’m on the island. Father made sure no one would have service out here. Only way to call anybody is through the landline in his office.

When I swing the basement door shut behind me, another creak follows.

I whirl, but there’s no one in the kitchen with me. Am I hearing shit now?

The whole first floor reeks of bleach and detergent. Must’ve had the cleaners in here recently. Wonder if there were any blood stains he told them to keep their mouths shut about.

Another creak and I’m certain it’s coming from the stairs this time.

I fumble for my knife and sprint for the staircase that leads up to the second floor, heart hammering?—

The sleek black staircase, polished to perfection, is empty. But someone’s in here with me.

I’m halfway up the stairs when a pair of loafers clicks onto the landing above me.

“Trey, what are you doing here?” Father barks.

My stomach dips with disappointment. I’d rather deal with an intruder than my father. Quickly, I slip the knife away. “Just hanging out in my own house.”

The line between his brows deepens as he descends the stairs, brushing past me. I nearly gag on his cloud of musky cologne. “When you’re attending school, you need to stay there. I’m paying good money for you to live on that campus.”

He’s never wanted me here. He’s made that clear by sending me off to boarding school and summer camps any chance he got.

For years, he’s been keeping secrets. But it seems like he may have a new one.

What the hell is he hiding now?

At the Sigma Chi party, Valentine is tracking me like a spider on a wall. I waggle my fingers and wink at him. That wins me a deeper scowl, but it works. He finally drags his glare from me and focuses his attention back on his little toy dancing with my little demon.

In a frat house filled with tipsy, giggling puck bunnies who would happily suck my cock all night, the only one who’s captured my attention is Juliet Hayes. I can’t shake off my insatiable need for her. Tiny black dress that hugs her every curve, dark tights, and signature Doc Martens. Her hips sway seductively as she sips from her plastic cup, maroon lipstick staining the rim.

A mere few days after mutilating a man’s genitals and severing his head, she’s already dancing carefree at a party.

Craig gave Juliet a name that night at the carnival. Ned Miller . In Massachusetts or Vermont. Not the most helpful information, considering there are countless Ned Millers in the world. Hours upon hours of searching for Ned Millers in Massachusetts and Vermont eventually narrowed down the possibilities until I finally found a remote lot of abandoned farmland, most recently purchased by a Ned Miller.

I’ve got an address. One that will lead her to Ned Miller and Brandon Williams. This time, she’s going to take me with her.

I’ll happily be her accomplice, her partner in crime, if she’ll only let me.

Tonight, I’ll gift her the address, after the fun little night I have planned.

Before Valentine can spot the smirk flickering across my lips as I watch our girls dance together, I slide on my mask and slip out of the room.

Music thumps, sweat building in the air. Parties used to be the only place I wanted to be on this fucking campus, but now all I want is to drag Juliet out of here and take her somewhere quiet. To a place where the only sounds will be her melodic screams.

Not just the puck bunnies swarming me now. From my spot behind the frat bros sucking at beer pong, the horny girls with the mask kinks grab me like I belong to them, squeezing my biceps and ass. One dares to reach for my mask.

“I’ll break your hand before you can take it off.”

She withdraws like I burned her.

Before we got kicked off campus last year, Brody loved spiking drinks. He didn’t discriminate—girls and guys alike would black out from the concoctions he gave them. Taught me everything he knew. The bastard had it down to a science. An art form. Only guy I knew who was anywhere near close to being as fucked up as me. My father paid his way out of trouble too. We don’t need a lawsuit on our hands.

Pounding comes from the bathroom door down the hall. A frantic girl in dark clothes with black and red hair beats on the door and desperately tries the knob. “I’m going to puke!”

Even though I tower over the girls surrounding me and there’s only ten feet of space between us, Juliet doesn’t notice me as she covers her mouth and sprints through the bodies and out the door into the night.

“Thank god she didn’t puke on us,” a redhead squeals, mouth twisted in disgust.

I shove past them, not caring when the redhead bumps into a football player’s back and knocks his drink out of his hand. “Better go hold her hair back.”

A blonde giggles. “What a gentleman.”

Juliet’s retching guides me to her in the darkness. She’s hunched on her knees by the bushes behind the house, a trickle of yellow light leaking through the window above her head.

My fingers graze the back of her hot neck, the skin there so delicate. So mouthwatering. I sweep her soft hair into my hand. I’ll pull it later while I’m fucking her mouth and making her puke again from my cum.

When her stomach is finally empty, she collapses onto her ass and peers up to find her hero.

Except her eyes widen. I’m not her hero—I’m her villain.

“ You .” Even drunk and weak, she manages to fill that single word with venom. “Did you do this? Did you fucking drug me?”

Beneath the mask, I grin. “Don’t worry. You’ll love what I have planned for you, little demon.”

She’s so beautiful when she’s unconscious. I could watch her sleep every night.

Before I play with her, I cover Fluffy’s tank with a blanket. No need to scar him by letting him witness what Daddy does to Mommy.

Juliet doesn’t stir when I lift the dress away from her skin and flick open the blade of my knife with a soft click . I slice through the thin fabric like it’s made of little more than air, the satisfying rip already sending blood pumping to my cock.

The shredded dress slips off her body, revealing heavy breasts lolling to the side, nipples covered by pasties. I stroke a hand down between her tits slowly, savoring every inch of her smooth skin all the way to her panties.

“You are perfection, Juliet Hayes.” I kiss at the camera behind me, blinking at us.

She’ll come so hard when she watches this later. Witnessing every depraved act I did to her body while she was blissfully unaware. She won’t be able to deny the effect I have on her as she watches her unconscious body respond to my every touch.

I trace the tip of my finger across the flesh just above the hem of her panties. She doesn’t stir. My mouth floods with saliva from my longing to be inside her, but I need her warmed up for me first. Need her sopping wet so I can slide in and out with ease.

Silently, I peel the pasties from her nipples, revealing the pale pink buds. Blood thrums in my ears as my balls tighten, on the verge of pain. I’ve never been this fucking turned on before. There’s something about her asleep and unaware beneath me that gets the adrenaline pumping faster. Knowing she’ll awake to overwhelming pleasure before she even realizes who’s wringing it from her.

My thumb grazes over her nipple until it’s pointed beneath my touch. Even asleep, her back arches slightly, craving more. I smirk at the camera. “See how well you respond to me? Such a good, good girl.”

This part of the video will make her hands curl into fists, her teeth grinding together as she cusses me out and calls me a bastard. I can’t wait for her to watch our video for the first time.

My lips brush over her nipple before my tongue flicks out, circling that sensitive nub. “ Fuck , you taste so fucking good. I’m going to devour every inch of you.”

When I suck her into my mouth, a drowsy whimper emanates from her throat. I suck harder, pulling her tit up until dropping it, relishing in the way her flesh wobbles with the movement. I can’t wait to watch her glorious tits bounce as I fuck her.

I move back and forth between her tits, unable to get enough of them as I lick and suck and bite, leaving hickeys for her to find when she wakes. “I bet you’re already so wet for me, pretty girl.”

Grabbing her hips, I tug her to the end of the bed and flash a smile at the camera. “Should I ruin this pair of panties too?”

My mouth latches onto her thigh, her skin silky soft and mouthwatering. She’ll find more bruises here when she wakes up, from my mouth and fingers. I nip my way up to her panties before grazing my nose over her clit, breathing her in. Beneath my palms, her thighs tremble.

“You want my mouth, don’t you? You want me to lick your pussy, make you come so hard you wake up just long enough to watch me slide my cock inside you before you pass out again.” I curl a finger in her panties, tugging them to the side to reveal her perfect pussy. Bare, pale pink, and glistening. I can’t help the groan that escapes. “Oh, little demon. You’re so ready for me. So ready to get fucked.”

I can already anticipate her shouted Bastard ! The thought makes me grin before my tongue darts out, her sweet arousal flooding my taste buds. My cock strains in my jeans. If she’s this responsive to me while unconscious, she’ll be dripping for me when she’s awake.

“Not another day will go by that I don’t fuck you with my tongue.” I lick up to her clit, swirling the tip around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She hisses, thighs clamping involuntarily against my head. Her moan is louder this time. A murmured attempt to speak.

“What’s that, pretty girl?” I tease. “You want me to suck your clit? Want me to make you come?”

I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard. Her pelvis jerks up, body desperate for more even as her mind has no idea what’s happening. Maybe she’s having a wet dream about me. I’ll make her tell me all about it when she wakes up.

Then I’ll make it come true.

”You’re the girl I've been waiting for. Searching for. Just as unhinged and depraved as I am. A girl who loves mixing pain with pleasure.” I bite at her clit before sliding a finger inside her, those tight, wet walls clamping down. “Who wants to be taken like this. Who fantasizes about everything I plan on doing to her. Every single, fucked-up thing.”

I switch between licking and sucking her clit as I pump my finger inside her before sliding in another. My jaw starts to ache, but I don’t care how long it takes. I’m going to fulfill her every fantasy, make her come while she’s blissfully unaware of what’s happening to her.

Her pussy pulses around my fingers. She’s getting close. “That’s it, pretty girl. Come all over my face.”

As if my words command her, her pussy pulses again once, twice, before spasming violently. A flood of arousal coats my fingers as I pump them wildly. Her eyes don’t fly open, but her back arches and her moan fills the quiet room.

When she’s awake, I’ll make her moan my name.

I keep sucking her clit until the pulses of her pussy slow and her walls relax as she sinks back onto the bed.

My fingers slide out of her and I saunter over to the camera, holding them up for display. “Look what I do to you. Even in your dreams.”

The taste of her arousal makes my eyes roll as I lick my fingers and suck every drop of her off them.

Grabbing my mask from my desk, I stride back over to her motionless body. I flip her on her side and yank her panties down just enough to reveal the flesh of her glorious, round ass and sink my teeth in.

A hiss escapes her, but she can’t fight off my love bite.

I flip her on her back again and slip my mask on. My palms caress the smooth skin of her thighs, spread open for me. “Time to ruin your panties, little demon.”

I pull my cock free of my jeans, the head already swollen with need and a bead of precum glistening. I’m aching to pump her full, but that will have to wait until I fulfill my promise to ruin another pair of her panties. Soon enough, I’ll make sure she won’t have any left. No need for an extra layer between us.

A groan escapes when I grind my tip against the soaked fabric. The thin piece of cotton is all that separates us. I rub my cock against her, memories of the night at the haunt flooding back. Of the night at the carnival on my bike. The way she wrapped her legs around me and yanked me close. The way her body shuddered and the screams escaped past her lips as the orgasm wracked through her.

My balls tighten, cum desperate to shoot out and coat her. After I ruin her panties, I’ll make sure the rest of her body is doused in it. Marking her for exactly what she is. Mine .

She murmurs something, but I can’t understand what. “Say it again,” I pant, pumping my cock and ready to lose myself.

The whispered word comes again, still indecipherable. Then?—

“ Trey .”

At my name on her lips, pleasure explodes through me, cum spurting and shooting out onto her panties, painting them from black to white. I brace a hand against her hip as I groan. “That’s my good fucking girl. Say my name.”

My heart pounds with every stroke, with every drop of cum that stains her panties. I drag air into my lungs, and I’ve barely lost the erection when the blood and adrenaline start pumping again. I need to paint the rest of her body. Need to be inside her. Need to fuck her so hard she can’t walk the next day without remembering exactly who was inside her.

I slowly push her panties to the side, keeping as much of my cum clinging to the fabric as I can. I want it to dry there. Become a permanent stain. I want to mark her forever. “Now, just like I promised. You’re next.”