Page 26 of The Vigilante's Heart

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His response is instant.

I need you, sweet girl

Come sit on my cock

I quickly dart my gaze around the ER floor, convinced someone knows what I’m reading, but of course, no one is looking at me.

“Justine,” I call to our head nurse at reception, “I’m just taking a quick break.” I’m barely acknowledged as I head out the sliding doors of the hospital.

***

“That’s it, take my cock inside that tight cunt.” I groan at his words and the sensation of him stretching me. He’s too much, every time my body is pushed past its limits in order to accept him. “I couldn’t go a minute longer without being inside you. You’re like a fucking drug, sweetheart, and I’m addicted.” We’re cramped into the drivers seat of his car, my body straddling his.

“Bennett, it’s too much,” I groan into his chest where my head has fallen, my forehead pressed against his sternum.

“No, it’s fucking perfection,” he says as his hips punch up and his hands hold me down by the waist. I can’t escape him, can’t escape his bodies invasion. I’m forced to take each punishing thrust; my body caught between pleasure and pain. “I swear it gets better every time I’m inside you, you’re a fucking goddess.” He grinds me down with each thrust of his cock, creating that friction I need on my clit. I throw my head back and begin to ride him, enthusiastically bouncing up and down on him, I’m not going to last much longer.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, look at you. I could come from just watching you get off.” My orgasm flutters, my walls clench around hisplunging cock and my release pulses through me. I vaguely hear his groan through the pounding in my ears, his arms wrap around me, holding me to him as he places kisses all over me, anywhere he can reach. “I know you have to get back, but give me a few more minutes, I just want to hold you.”See? How are you meant to say no to him?

Bennett

I’ve got to run an errand later. I’ve dropped your keys with a nurse at reception and your car is parked in the lot. I’ll see you at home soon.

I hit send on my message to Peyton and turn my attention to the man who will be a guest of my warehouse in a couple of hours — the man just leaving his house, the man who isn’t going to make it to his car. I exit mine, handkerchief in hand and make my way over to him.

“Excuse me,” I say to grab his attention, “I wonder if you could help me, I’ve got myself a little lost,” I continue sheepishly. He turns to face me as I quickly approach.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry, where is it you need to go?”Jerk, you’re really not helping yourself.

I hold my phone out as if to show him an address, and as he closes the gap and dips his head; I strike. My hand holding the handkerchief closes over his mouth and I turn him away from his quiet street, his car hiding my actions. When I’m sure he’s out for the count, the chloroform doing its job perfectly, I loop his arm around my shoulders and carry him to my car, his body still upright. If anyone were to lookout their window right now, they’d see a blond man helping their neighbour to his car. I have an array of disguises, you can never be too careful, especially when taking someone during the day.

***

I give his face a couple of slaps, I haven’t got all night. He groans as he starts to come round, his blurry gaze meeting my own.

“Hello, Terry,” I murmur.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Don’t worry about who I am, I’d be more worried about what it is you’ve been doing. You’ve been a bit of a naughty boy, haven’t you, Terry?” I have to say, the taunting can sometimes be my favorite part. Seeing his eyes widen as he starts to realize something very wrong is about to happen is pure gold.

“What do you mean?” His voice has taken on a nervous quality, can’t say I blame him, a lot of people would probably be shitting themselves too if they were in his shoes.

“You know exactly what I mean, but you’re a very, very lucky man. You see I usually like to draw out my punishments, take my time with you all. Yours wouldn’t have been the worst, but it would have been a lot worse than it’s about to be; you can thank a certain woman for that — I’m desperate to get back to her.”

“But I haven’t done anything to you,” he’s frantic now, his brain beginning to connect the dots of who I could be.

“No, not me, but there’s plenty that you have. Preying on the elderly takes a certain level of evil, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Wh-what are you going to do?”

“Kill you,” I shrug, that’s when the crying really starts.Pathetic.

***

I stood behind him. I deliberately stood behind him to try and keep the blood off of me, but I still got it on me. I’ve cleaned myself up the best I can and if I can head up to the master quickly and shower without too much interaction from Peyton, then I should be okay. Unfortunately, she’s coming down the stairs as I walk through the door, the cat — as usual — her shadow.