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“Lies.” I slip my fingers out from inside her and smack her ass hard with my wet hand. “You want me to make you come.”

She tries to dislodge my grip on her neck, but I deliver another hard blow to her reddened ass cheek. She rocks forward with a muffled yelp and more cum leaks from her pussy in a trickle of creamy white. “I want you to hurt meandmake me come,” she admits as I swipe it up with a finger.

Amused, I suck it clean, savoring her tangy taste. She’s perfection. “You want me to unleash my monster on you, baby? You think you can handle it?”

“Let me prove it to you.”

I smack her pussy hard enough to know it hurt her and not the good kind of pain.

Pain that tipped over the edge of too much.

Pain that causes a sharp sob to break free from her chest and tickle my balls like a delicious promise.

I need her to understand what she’s asking of me and the risks involved.

“Please, Robbie. I trust you.”

“Silly girl.”

Climbing off her, I keep my eyes averted while zipping my dick away. Then, without another backward glance, I walk out, leaving her teary-eyed and used on the bed.

43

THE BRIDGE KILLER

Timing is everything. Timing is the sweet spot between your audience growing desensitized to your art and losing interest or forgetting about you. Leave it too long, and you fade from people’s minds.

“Wait, you missed the turning. My street is that way.”

I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and focus on the road. It was easy to gain her trust—much easier than the other women. A few smiles and she agreed to let me drive her home. I took a risk, approaching her in the library after I spotted the mustard scarf around her neck.

From behind, the resemblance was undeniable, with her scarf and brown hair—hair that was admittedly straight whereherswas curly. But it was similar enough that I couldn’t look away. My cock lengthened in response, and I knew then that I needed to approach her. She had to be the one. I was pulled forward by magnetism and a force outside myself, steering me closer.

But she was wrong. Everything was wrong. She smelled different and gone were the sweet notes of vanilla and apples, replaced instead with a sharper flowery aroma.

Now, it’s all I can smell in the car, and it annoys me enough to grind my teeth to dust while she grows more agitated by the second. If only she would shut up and let me drive us to our destination in peace.

“Stop the car right now. This is kidnapping!” Her voice is wrong too, lacking the same softness that she has. “Stop the car!” she shouts, trying to take control of the steering wheel.

My temper flares. I grab hold of her head and forcefully whack it against the door. Stunned, she slumps, whimpering under her breath.

“Be quiet,” I order before shifting in my seat and adjusting my hard cock. The throbbing length is trapped against my thigh. It’s fucking uncomfortable.

She begins to cry as she cradles her slumped head. I glance at her briefly and frown. She’s so right but so wrong. How can someone look so much like the real deal but lack all the important small things?

I tuck her hair behind her ear, ignoring how she stiffens. “It’s okay, Savannah. You don’t need to cry.”

Her frightened eyes peer at me from beneath her dark hair. I don’t care much for the judgment I see there. She thinks I’m crazy. Just like the other girls. “My name is Emma.”

Fed up with her voice that’s all wrong, I bang my palm against the glove box and remove the gun. I cock it, then aim it at her head without taking my eyes off the road. “Put that mouth to better use.”

A beat passes. The dark road stretches out in front of us, and nothing but blackness is visible beyond the beam of light.

I don’t usually touch my victims, but the urges are growing more restless, the voices louder. And with every kill, every display, every time I see that look inhereyes, the irritable thrum inside me becomes louder, too. I need release.

I jostle the gun. “What the fuck are you waiting for?”

She scrambles into action, and I hold the gun raised in the air while she frees my rock-hard dick. One quick glance at the speedometer confirms that I’m surpassing the limits. I ease up on the accelerator as her warm mouth envelops my cock.