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CHAPTER 15

S inner

Forgive me, father, for I’m about to sin.

Even more than I already had.

Oh, wait. I didn’t have a father.

That hadn’t bothered me before with any action I’d taken.

Only this was different. While my sexual needs had always been on the sadistic side, I’d never delved into the mastery of hunting for the female prey, although I’d participated in every yearly challenge as a moderator. There’d been some contestants that had crossed the line into acts of degradation that had troubled even a monstrous bastard like me.

The reason I’d stopped there, never satisfying my personal needs didn’t need a PhD to determine. I’d never been intrigued by a single woman. Not one.

I’d fucked and controlled a few in my life, but hunting them had been left off the table. Stalking had never been in my bag of activities either. Yet this felt right, as if karma herself had drawn me to this beautiful woman. I’d never felt so fulfilled in my life. Even killing hadn’t brought the level of incredible sensations as Desdemona had already brought.

And to think there was much more to come.

Just before placing the mask back in position, I dragged my tongue across my lips. The taste of her lingered, the scent of her desire mixed with the hint of her perfume was mouthwatering.

Being here meant taking a significant risk. I hadn’t planned on touching her again until the night of the third challenge, but my patience had faded. Spending time with her doing nothing more than talking almost as if we were friends had awakened the beast I’d attempted to keep at bay.

Little did she know I’d had a key made, determined to always keep it with me since I’d never knew when the mood might strike. I’d entered through the back door after she’d swept the house. I’d seen her activity through the windows and had wondered what she’d been thinking. Had she been reminiscing on the time spent with the man who one day might be her boss, or reflecting on why she was so drawn to a masked man with dangerous intent in mind?

As I peered down at her, my entire body ached to pin her to the table, tying her down and keeping her as my captive until I’d had my fill of her.

But I wasn’t certain if I ever would.

I didn’t need more than moonlight in order to bask in her beauty. It took everything I had not to rip the nightgown off her body completely. As it was, I’d torn a portion. She was lucky I hadn’t done more. After taking a deep whiff of her feminine essence, the scent filling my nostrils, I rolled my fingertips along the inside of her legs.

I wanted to paint her body with my cum, but at this point, I preferred coming inside of her. Yes. I wanted her sticky and filled with my seed. Perhaps that would provide her with a better understanding that she was to be touched by no one else.

“How do you feel, sweet Desdemona?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“I truly don’t believe you. You’re glowing.”

She turned her head away from me. I was having none of it. I could tell even by the drag of her tongue on her lower lip how much she’d enjoyed the pleasure I’d rewarded her with. Now it was my turn. I’d feasted.

Now I would take.

Soon she would give in return.

Leaning over the table, I planted one hand on the surface while gripping her chin with the other. “Look at me, little lamb. Don’t ever look away again. Or you will be punished.”

She tried to keep me from turning her head, but she failed. As she would every other test. Although I had been surprised when the game had detected her utter hatred of me as her opponent, providing a spear just in time to end my likeness and the game.

That wouldn’t happen again. I never lost.

Not as Xander and certainly not as Sinner.

Jessica would need to get that through her pretty little head.

When I backed away, she attempted to close her legs. I ripped them wide open, smacking her pussy lips three times in rapid succession.

“You will not close yourself to me either.”

“Bastard.”

“Yes.” As soon as I yanked her bottom to the edge of the table, she rose up, swinging a punch that caught me off guard. Her aim was decent, catching me just under the nose. I was rocked back, but I’d been exposed to men who’d done everything to break free from my grasp. My reaction instant, I grabbed both her arms, pitching her back down to the table.

Where I held her even as she squirmed underneath me.

“I do love when you fight me, little lamb. I can only imagine what you’d do when in my bed.”

“That will never happen,” she spit out with utter hatred, but her eyes told a completely different story. In the luminous glow of the streaming moonlight, I could only see hunger, the kind that removed all doubt and every other emotion she’d had before. Even her labored breathing was a dead giveaway.

The way she was lifting her pelvis, grinding her wet pussy against me was marvelous. I could hold her down for hours, waiting to see what she would do.

But the ache in my cock was far too extreme.

“Oh, I think you and I both know otherwise. Now, are you going to be a good little lamb for me, or do I need to tie you to the table?”

She laughed as if I was joking. When I shifted both her arms together, ripping the rope I’d slid into the pocket of my sweatpants, her lovely mouth moved to form a perfectly rounded O. The longing to kiss her again was real and difficult to ignore.

But I would.

For now.

“See? I am a man of my word.”

“You’re nothing but a cold-blooded killer.”

“Would you like me to tell you what kind of man Marvin Jeffries was?”

Jessica seemed shocked I’d mentioned his name.

“You didn’t really believe I did anything on a random basis. Did you?” I was the one who laughed, allowing the slits to expose the heated breath that was close to collapsing my lungs. “I know you’re dying to ask, so I’ll answer the first question you want to shout out at me. I do enjoy the kill. Much like you do. The sport of it. The hunt. The calculated moves. And the scent of fresh blood in the air. However, I never touch an innocent person. Not my style. I prefer ridding this earth of the scum that forms on the bottom of shoes.”

“You’re sick.”

I shook my head, tossing the rope beside her head as a reminder of what I was willing to do. “Is that all you have for me, Desdemona? I’m somewhat surprised. You’re an educated woman with a heart of a warrior and the mind of a killer. You must have more complicated thoughts than that. I’ll give you a little time. Marvin enjoyed abusing his wife, using her like a punching bag. She was so broken she had no clue how to help herself. No money. No friends. No hope. When he wasn’t beating her or ripping out her hair, he was out hunting for more luscious prey like yourself. Yes, if allowed, he would have spent several glorious hours with you doing extremely vile acts and his methods of removing any evidence were… let’s just say horror flick classic. Would you like me to expand?”

“God. I… No. Just stop. Please stop.”

“The story or the way I’m touching you? The way I make you feel when I run my fingers down the side of your breast?” I demonstrated the action, brushing just the tips down from her arm, taking my time to circle her sweet nipple a couple of times before lowering my hand to her hip. “Or the way I was able to find your G-spot without any issue.” I drove my gloved fingers into her pussy, shifting the angle and curling them until I found the right spot.

“Oh. My…” Her eyelashes fluttered across her cheeks and she arched her back, no longer struggling.

“Yes, my beautiful lamb. I think you’re beginning to understand. I might be a monster, but I’m your monster. And you’re my muse, my perfect prey. I intend on allowing you to run free. But know this. I will always find you. You will never manage to escape the yearning you have in your mind. I’m here to fulfill your greatest fantasies.”

I came close to bringing her to another orgasm yet needed her to understand the control I had over every inch of her body. I pulled my hand free, holding it into the stream of light. Even on the black material of my glove, my fingers glistened.

“Taste how sweet you are, how wet you’ve become for me and only me. Open your mouth for me, little lamb.”

She did exactly as I asked, yet the moment I shoved my fingers into her hot mouth, she bit down. Just as expected. I pressed the tip of my thumb under her chin. I knew the exact spot that would create uncomfortable sensations. It didn’t seem to bother her in the least.

“My lamb has teeth. I love it.”

In disarming her, she backed off, now sucking my fingers as I’d originally requested. I watched her in fascination as she stared into the neon of my eyes. She truly was special in every way. I’d been lucky to find her.

However, my patience had worn thin. I pulled my arm back, easily lowering the waistband on my sweatpants. The ache continued in my cock and balls even more so when the air hit them. I was so damn hard, more so than I’d ever been before.

All because of her.

My prize for taking my time in getting to know her.

I yanked her down another inch before sliding the tip of my shaft up and down her slickened pussy. With the taste of her still lingering in my mouth, I was more than ready to move to the next phase of our relationship.

She said nothing, but her eyes remained open wide as I eased my cockhead inside. When she sucked in her breath, she closed her eyes as if willing me away.

That would never happen. Soon she would learn more about just how important I was to her life.

I counted to three before thrusting the entire length inside.

“Oh!” Her moan was unlike anything I’d ever heard. So incredible. So heartfelt I was momentarily taken aback.

My body shuddered from the rush of adrenaline, the jolt so powerful I took a few deep breaths. The way her pussy muscles had clamped down around my shaft was amazing. They were throbbing as much as my cock. I glanced up at my prize, the joy and satisfaction I was experiencing better than I’d believed it could be.

“So tight. Fuck.” I pulled out, driving into her again.

She wiggled as she’d done before, struggling in my hold. But not with everything she had. Her mind was still telling her she needed to fight me while her body was drifting into full surrender.

If I was a sick man, it was for taking the time to enjoy the moment instead of just taking what I wanted. However, I did enjoy savoring every new experience as anyone should. Wine. Food. A decent Cuban cigar. They were meant to salivate over, not just consume.

I kept my grip around her wrists. They were so small, enough so I could easily hold too tightly, hurting her. That wasn’t my intention. I pulled out once again, every muscle tense from the appreciation of her. My body reacted to hers as she’d done with mine. We were powerful together, much like we’d been during the game and the live hunt.

My mind was spinning with the delicious possibilities of how she’d handle the upcoming event. Would she finally break or find the true inner strength I knew existed in her? Was she the one who could make so much of the darkness I felt disappear?

I plunged into her again, the force used driving us both against the table. Her breathing remained ragged, her eyes fluttering open and closed every few seconds. She was dazzling to watch, the way she handled the brutal fucking one of the most beautiful things in my mind.

The feel of her muscles continued to excite me, to excite the man who’d rarely found any true enjoyment in his life. I’d chosen well. The girl was everything I’d craved.

Now I would be everything she needed.

I’d found it difficult over the last few days to stop thinking about her. I’d dissected her behavior during game chats since I’d kept a recording of our interactions. Of course, I hadn’t been the only male player she’d interacted with. To my surprise, that had pissed me off.

What continued to jog the darkest caverns of my mind was that she’d become such a focal point in my life and my life’s work. However, it was troubling I was no closer to comprehending why I considered her different and why I’d taken to her with such ferocity.

I kept my eyes locked on the stunning woman as I fucked her, taking my time to notice every small twitch, hearing her moans as I continued learning what made her tick. She continually tossed her head from side to side, digging her nails into her palms as she struggled to break free of my grasp.

She should know by now that wasn’t possible.

The blood coursing through my body was hot, pushing me even harder. I was a crazed man with my needs, a hunger that likely would never be satisfied. I pumped harder. Faster. Then slowed until I was barely moving.

When I pulled all the way out, marveling at the way her pussy juice had coated my cock, she jerked up as far as my hold would allow. Her mouth was twisted in frustration, her chest rising and falling.

“Do you need more, little lamb?”

Now her lower lip was quivering. “Yes. God, yes.”

“You crave pain, the heightened level of ecstasy only anguish can provide.”

She bit her lip, nodding as if completely embarrassed at her admittance. I cracked my fingers against her pussy lips several times. Her cries permeated the room, floating around us like a perfect concerto.

I thrust into her again, holding my stance before continuing a perfect rhythm, which was what she deserved. Something absolutely perfect.

Her breathing changed, becoming even more rattled. She was beginning to shift into the throes of rapture. My heart hammered against my chest, the moment of bringing her the greatest joy something that would carry me through the night.

Panting, she cinched her eyes shut again, her body writhing and bucking. While she bit down on her lip just like she’d done before, perhaps in a ridiculous attempt to keep me from knowing how much pleasure I was bringing to her, a scattered moan finally erupted from her lips.

Just as her muscles clenched and released in a constant rhythm.

I pumped even harder, pushing her to the brink of sheer ecstasy.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip several times and the light perspiration I noticed covering her cheeks brought a smile to my face. Sadly, she couldn’t see it.

When she started coming down from the high, I finally released my hold on her wrists, gripping both hips instead. I jerked her up and down on the table as I searched for my wave of satisfaction. I was shocked how quickly it came, every muscle in my body tight as drums.

With a hard push, I erupted deep inside. And still my balls continued to ache.

For her.

For what we could be together.

But I reminded myself she had no clue who I was. This wasn’t romance. This couldn’t be anything but a night of unadulterated pleasure. The thought annoyed the fuck out of me. I’d found perfection, but we were both hiding behind a mask. How ironic.

Like the savage I was, once finished, I backed away from the table, easing my still hard cock into the sweatpants.

“You’ll remember this fondly, little lamb. Won’t you?”

She searched the darkness as she rose onto her elbows. “Never.”

I chuckled from the waning sound of her voice. “We shall see.”

We were locked in a moment of silence, but she was searching for answers that could destroy her if discovered. Why was it I cared for this girl as much as I did?

“Tell me something,” she breathed. “Was it true what you said about the man you killed?”

The question also surprised me. She’d done that more than once. “Yes, it was, sweet lamb. I never tell lies.” As if the one decent attribute would somehow provide an invitation away from hell. Not a chance.

She rolled over on the table, her breathing more labored than before. “Then he deserved to die.”