Page 131 of Evil Hearts

Chapter Two

Victor

I have never been sexually attracted to human girls. Abominations arouse me in such a way, a human woman cannot fathom. It’s why I’m curious about Frankie. The floral front will only get me so far.

But the way she arouses me piques my curiosity. The way she takes the tip of my cock into her mouth while wrapping her soft hand around my shaft makes me rock fucking hard. She works my cock like a fucking pro.

Just as I’m on the edge of cumming, she pulls away, licking the precum off the tip of my cock as she goes. Fucking bitch. She leans back in the chair and crosses her legs.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Do you want to cum?”

“You’re asking the wrong question, Frankie.”

I push up from the desk and allow my pants to fall to my ankles. Kicking them off, I walk over to where she’s leaning back on her chair and smirk.

“The correct question is where will I cum.” I grab her throat and pull her out of the chair.

Backing her up against her desk, I pull her slacks off in one swift movement. She smiles and runs her fingers down my arm. She’s teasing me.

“My answer?” She bites my ear lobe. “Anywhere you want.”

It’s like the thread that was keeping me composed snapped at that precise moment. I needed to bury my cock so deep in her pussy, it would be considered impalement. Forcing her legs apart, I rip the thin fabric she called panties and line myself up with her pussy. No, my pussy.

Thrusting into her, she clamps down on me. “How long can you last, Flower Boy?”

“Longer than you,” I say, grabbing her hips and pulling her to meet my hips as I thrust into her wildly.

“Is that a challenge?” She moans into my ear as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Maybe.” I kiss her neck as I go.

Running my right hand up her blouse, it lifts just enough for me to catch a glimpse of a few stitches with other scars similar in size. What’s this now?

It doesn’t take long for Frankie to orgasm. Her pussy clamping down on my cock, milking me for everything I have sends me to my release as well.

“You lose.” I kiss her forehead and pull my boxers and pants back on.

“That just means we’ll have to try again tomorrow,” Frankie shrugs.

“Indeed it does.”

The clock on her desk catches my eye. It’s already ten. I’m late. I’m sure I’ll hear about this later. Oh well. The fucking is well worth the ass-chewing I’ll get later.

“Wow, Flower boy. A wham bam thank ya, ma’am? I didn’t know you had it in you.”

Frankie chuckles as she pulls her slacks back on. She throws what little remains Of her panties into the trashcan under the desk. Good. She’ll have me running down her thighs as she works today. A constant reminder.

“You know I’ll be back, Frankie. You’re too good to hit it and quit it,” I wink. “But on a serious note, I do have an appointment to get to and a bridezilla to deal with.”

“I wish you luck with that,” she cringes. “People like that are why I prefer spending most of my time with the dead.”

“That’s fair,” I laugh.

Frankie has her hair and makeup fixed in seconds. I will never understand the magick of how she fixes herself so quickly.

“Do you need me to walk you out?” She smiles at me.

“It seems I’ve forgotten where the exit is. Whatever shall I do?” I feign ignorance theatrically.

“Well, my sweet Flower boy, allow me to escort you,” she says, extending her hand to me.

I take it and pull her into my arms for another long, hot kiss before my phone starts vibrating in my back pocket.

“I really do have to go now. See you tomorrow, Frankie.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” she says with a wink.

I don’t bother checking my phone until I get to the flower van. I know it’s the church calling for the results of my investigation. The results I’m not willing to give.

I was sent here to investigate reports of missing cadaver organs. Under normal circumstances, the church wouldn’t bother with what the police force should handle themselves, but this one got a bit weird.

The cadaver organs were replaced by the same organ but older and in disrepair. It looks as if someone is swapping organs with someone halfway through the mummification process.

The other weird part is all of them were prepared by Frankie in one way or another. They all passed through her funeral home.

So either Frankie is an abomination or someone is getting into her building and making the exchange before business hours.

Frankie being an abomination would explain why I am so sexually aroused by her.

But which abomination class is she? I know she isn’t a shifter. She’s not a vampire. What else is there? What else could she be?

Is there an abomination out there that swaps organs? I’ll have to delve deeper into my research.

There’s no way Frankie- MY Frankie- is an abomination, right? Fuck. If she is, what do I do? Do I follow my duty and get rid of her? Do I lie to the church?

My phone buzzes again.

Elder Kirwin:

You’re late.

It would be him. The Elder who is the most aggressive in his forms of annihilation. He prefers a slow, painful death to a quick, merciful one. I sigh and type out my response.

Me:

I’m aware. I am on my way. I was a bit indisposed.

The sent turns to read and I know he’s seen it. Climbing into the van, I buckle up and pull down the visor. I need the mirror to make sure I don’t look like I just railed Frankie in the office.

The ride to the fellowship hall is silent. I don’t even bother with the radio. The miserable what-ifs in my mind are far too loud to enjoy it anyway.

The white fellowship hall of Township Church of God has dozens of vehicles surrounding it. Is this a regional meeting? My phone buzzes as soon as I park.

Frankie:

I enjoyed our meeting today. Another may be required tomorrow.

I chuckle and unbuckle. I have to get this over with. Then I can get back to Frankie.