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Authors: Lily White, Jaden Wilkes
Tags: Suspense, Literature & Fiction, Thrillers, Crime, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Murder, Serial Killers, Thrillers & Suspense, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Kidnapping
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Bureau found something connecting him to the crimes. But she didn’t know that.
Her head nodded in understanding. “How do you want me, then? Here on the table?” Her bare breasts bounced as she scooted closer to where I sat. “Or somewhere else? Jude has all sorts of toys we can play with in my bedroom. You may like some of them. You remind me of him.”
It was scary that she was able to so easily see the predator inside me. It made me wonder if she recognized it because it frightened her, or because like can always recognize like.
“We can start here. Take off your pants, bitch.”
Her eyes came alive when I called her that and I thanked the poor bastard being interrogated at the station for having trained her so well.
Sliding down from the edge of the table, she pushed the thin material of her pants from her hips, allowing it to puddle on the floor. Now completely naked, she looked like the girl I’d found a few hours before in the shower.
She was magnificent.
“Bend over the table, Ms. Lapierre.”
She complied, but moved when I reached to touch her. Looking back at me from over her shoulder she asked, “How did you know it was Jude? Why do you think he could have killed those women?”
I smiled. “Because Mr. Hollister is the only man in the Portland area driving the type of car that was used to pick up the last victim. He was spotted by a mechanic in the area who saw him with Noreen Hamilton before she disappeared. Now shut the fuck up and bend over the table.”
Chapter Eleven
Ronnie
Stroking his cock over the material of his pants, his omniscient eyes burned where they examined every inch of my skin. I didn’t want to cheat on Jude, but the idea of another man’s cock excited me. Would he stretch me, or would he be a poor second to the size of Jude?
The surface of the table was cold against my skin as I bent over and pressed my body against it. Rough hands were on my skin within seconds, fondling my ass and coming beneath me to squeeze my breasts painfully. I could feel my body become wet and I tried not to think about how easy it was for men like this to take me.
I was easy prey.
And I liked it.
He didn’t say another word and I listened to him removing his pants, the weight of his gun hitting the floor in his haste to free his cock. Is it weird I wanted him to fuck me with that gun shoved against my temple? The thought turned me on more. Giving up ultimate control twisted me up inside, making me hypersensitive to his fingers as they were shoved deep inside my body.
I moaned and pleaded for more, my body writhing on top of the cold hard surface of the table.
“You want my cock, you dirty little bitch? I’ll give it to you. Even better than you’re sick as fuck boyfriend can.”
Thick and long, he shoved himself inside me and I cried out, my hips banging painfully against the table as he fucked me. I reminded myself that I was doing this for Jude, but in the back of my mind I knew I was doing this for myself.
Fuck men. They all treated me like a cunt to use and a body and mind to control. But maybe it was me that was controlling them?
“Fuck me harder, Agent!”
He did and I felt empowered. Jude always fucked harder when I told him to as well. They thought they were proving their virility. I knew they were obeying the command I gave them.
That’s the thing Jude never picked up about me. Sure, I’d cooked him his dinner and I’d played the captive in his games. He’d thought he’d outsmarted me, he’d thought he controlled me, but in truth, those lazy days spent luxuriating in the comfort of the room he’d given me had been a time to think.
I wasn’t as weak as everyone believed me to be. I wasn’t as stupid either.
But I’d let them believe that, because it put me in a position to reap the benefits of a kept woman. I didn’t have to work. I didn’t have to slave away in order to scrape together enough food to eat. I was kept healthy and clean. I was fucked any
Her head nodded in understanding. “How do you want me, then? Here on the table?” Her bare breasts bounced as she scooted closer to where I sat. “Or somewhere else? Jude has all sorts of toys we can play with in my bedroom. You may like some of them. You remind me of him.”
It was scary that she was able to so easily see the predator inside me. It made me wonder if she recognized it because it frightened her, or because like can always recognize like.
“We can start here. Take off your pants, bitch.”
Her eyes came alive when I called her that and I thanked the poor bastard being interrogated at the station for having trained her so well.
Sliding down from the edge of the table, she pushed the thin material of her pants from her hips, allowing it to puddle on the floor. Now completely naked, she looked like the girl I’d found a few hours before in the shower.
She was magnificent.
“Bend over the table, Ms. Lapierre.”
She complied, but moved when I reached to touch her. Looking back at me from over her shoulder she asked, “How did you know it was Jude? Why do you think he could have killed those women?”
I smiled. “Because Mr. Hollister is the only man in the Portland area driving the type of car that was used to pick up the last victim. He was spotted by a mechanic in the area who saw him with Noreen Hamilton before she disappeared. Now shut the fuck up and bend over the table.”
Chapter Eleven
Ronnie
Stroking his cock over the material of his pants, his omniscient eyes burned where they examined every inch of my skin. I didn’t want to cheat on Jude, but the idea of another man’s cock excited me. Would he stretch me, or would he be a poor second to the size of Jude?
The surface of the table was cold against my skin as I bent over and pressed my body against it. Rough hands were on my skin within seconds, fondling my ass and coming beneath me to squeeze my breasts painfully. I could feel my body become wet and I tried not to think about how easy it was for men like this to take me.
I was easy prey.
And I liked it.
He didn’t say another word and I listened to him removing his pants, the weight of his gun hitting the floor in his haste to free his cock. Is it weird I wanted him to fuck me with that gun shoved against my temple? The thought turned me on more. Giving up ultimate control twisted me up inside, making me hypersensitive to his fingers as they were shoved deep inside my body.
I moaned and pleaded for more, my body writhing on top of the cold hard surface of the table.
“You want my cock, you dirty little bitch? I’ll give it to you. Even better than you’re sick as fuck boyfriend can.”
Thick and long, he shoved himself inside me and I cried out, my hips banging painfully against the table as he fucked me. I reminded myself that I was doing this for Jude, but in the back of my mind I knew I was doing this for myself.
Fuck men. They all treated me like a cunt to use and a body and mind to control. But maybe it was me that was controlling them?
“Fuck me harder, Agent!”
He did and I felt empowered. Jude always fucked harder when I told him to as well. They thought they were proving their virility. I knew they were obeying the command I gave them.
That’s the thing Jude never picked up about me. Sure, I’d cooked him his dinner and I’d played the captive in his games. He’d thought he’d outsmarted me, he’d thought he controlled me, but in truth, those lazy days spent luxuriating in the comfort of the room he’d given me had been a time to think.
I wasn’t as weak as everyone believed me to be. I wasn’t as stupid either.
But I’d let them believe that, because it put me in a position to reap the benefits of a kept woman. I didn’t have to work. I didn’t have to slave away in order to scrape together enough food to eat. I was kept healthy and clean. I was fucked any
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