“Clean it,” he ordered in a harsh tone.
I spun onto my abdomen and grasped his cock, licking and sucking it until only my saliva was left. He grasped my chin, gaze penetrating into my very soul. “Good girl.”
22
Bad Things
October brought a rainbow of warm colors to the tree leaves, and I couldn’t be happier. The season was cooling, and I was back to wearing clothes I liked instead of dresses constantly. In this weather, my favorite was leggings with a long top. Simple, comfortable and, depending on the bottoms, could have a variety of different patterns and hues.
I flushed the toilet and washed my hands, enjoying the scent of the new soap I’d bought—jasmine. Once done, I stepped back out into my living area.
“Who’s Martin?” Jack asked, his gaze burning into my core. He held up my cellphone open to the texting app, and my breath hitched.
Oh shit.
I grabbed it from him, trying my best to ignore his continued glare. If looks could kill... except he didn’t need his looks. Hedidkill.
Martin: Haven’t heard from you in a while. Everything ok? Want to hook up tonight?
I almost snorted; he was just horny and wanted some. He didn’t care if I was fine when I asked for a place to stay temporarily. It had been weeks since my last text. And the first thing he texts me is for a hookup? How did I ever have a crush on this asshole?
Putting the device back onto the coffee table, I shot Jack the iciest stare I could muster. “Is there a reason you’re going through my phone?” I frowned. “Wait. How did you even get into it in the first place?”
“I’ve seen you input the PIN several times,” he said with a shrug. “And I saw his name and wanted to know why a man was texting you.”
“You had no right.” I placed my hands on my hips, annoyed at his snooping. “I’m allowed to my privacy.”
He got to his feet, and I took a step back at the way he smiled. “Then consider me looking into your phone my ask for today after you’ve finished asking me a bunch of personal questions.”
Guilt bubbled to the surface, but I pushed down against it. No, it wasn’t the same. He’d agreed to this. Under some amount of duress...but he still agreed. “Fine.”
I just hoped he didn’t look further into my texts with Martin since it mentioned the software I needed him to install on my laptop. The one keeping Jack from murdering me.
Would he still kill me after the time we’ve spent together? The questions gnawed at my heart, and I didn’t like it one bit. He said I was stuck with him, but was that until he got tired of me and ended everything?
I grabbed my notebook from the coffee table and sat on the sofa. “Do you keep trophies?”
He seemed reluctant to answer, taking his time to sit down next to me, all the while saying nothing. He didn’t even look at me.
“I do keep trophies, yes.”
I perked up at that revelation, quickly jotting down the answer on the paper. “What kind? Can I see?”
“No.” The word sliced through the air. “You can ask, but it’s the one thing I refuse to give you any information about.”
I wanted to protest; I wanted to see if I’d recognize anything from my foster parents. Needed to confirm I hadn’t imagined the white knight with a black mask and leather gloves snuffing their evil lives.
“Is there... a reason you don’t want to share?” I asked tentatively, not wanting to push him too far; he already looked mad.
“Yes, but I’m not giving you that information either,” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Next question.”
I pouted for a second as I returned to my notebook, curiosity burning through me. Still, I pushed it away for the time being and focused on my next question. “How do you choose your victims?”
“It depends, but most of the time, they happen to fall into my lap, so to speak.” He glanced at me with a twinkle in his eyes, and I pressed my lips together.
“Are you saying I’m a victim?” I wasn’t sure why I wanted the answer to this question; maybe to know where I stood with him?
He turned to better face me and slid his hand along my thigh. It wasn’t sexual, and I relaxed a bit. I enjoyed it when he was affectionate, not just wanting me sexually all the time. It was a nice change from what I was used to with other relationships I’d had.
