Chapter 52: GATHERING INFORMATION
Vincent
It was hard to keep calm, knowing there’s someone after my girl and wants me dead to get her to himself.
Obviously, it was someone who also stalks her, watching her closely, and I wonder for how long. How long has he been watching her? Thinking about her. Imagining her in his arms, where he can easily touch her, smell her sweet scent. The thought almost made me flip the table in front of us when I let Arianna find all the information about her clients.
My eyes seemed hazed with red mist, the anger boiling inside my heart, twisting its disgusting claws out, trying to grab the bastard with no face by the throat, squeezing all the life force out. My fingers itched for a sharp machete so I could slice his stomach in half and stuff it with his own other organs, which would be cut off of him.
When I am done with him, he will not hear her sweet voice, smell her strawberry scent, or touch her soft curves. He will never even taste her. He will die while I kiss her in front of him. If she is eager enough, I could even fuck her so he dies with only one wish.
Imagining himself in my place. If he could do all those things with his own hands and lips. Feeling envy that it’s not him but me.
Mine.
Tightening the hold on my girl, Arianna winces in pain, and for a moment, I blink, just now coming back from my bloodthirsty imagination of what I will do when I hunt the bastard down. The thought of torturing him made me angry and horny.
The red fog pulls away, and I realize that I’m almost crushing her with my hands, my trimmed nails digging into her waist. Loosening the hold on her, she only worriedly looks at me, her concerned face close to mine.
Since I can’t stand her being apart from me, I pulled her into my lap when we sat at her desk to look for the data in her laptop. My anger got the best of me like always.
“Vince, what’s wrong?”
Fuck…this innocent flower will be the death of me someday. Even though I hurt her, be it intentional or not, she is still worried about me than herself.
“Nothing. Just thought of the ways how I will torture him before I kill him,” shrugging my shoulders, I can’t help but grin when Arianna’s face pales in the dim light of her desk lamp, the shadows creating a dark and creepy dance on her soft skin.
Resting my hand on her throat and feeling her erratic pulse with my finger, I regard her with a piercing gaze,” Don’t be so surprised baby. You know I like to play with my victims who really deserve a punishing death. Especially when my prey involves someone who belongs to me,” baring my teeth at her like an animal, she visibly flinches but still doesn’t look away.
My brave, beautiful girl…fuck, I want to possess her soul, binding her to me. Only me.
Maybe I could even put my mark on her, tattooing my name on her so no one dares to think or approach her without my permission. The image of her hands and knees when I drive into her from behind, my name on her buttcheek, suddenly sounds hot and tempting. And if not a tattoo, I can always brand her with my favorite knife. I bet she would love it when I slice my name into her skin. Jesus.
I needed to focus. It was not the time to get a boner before my mission.
When Arianna adjusted her posture, sliding her ass on my crotch, the hiss that left me wasn’t intentional. I already failed when my hard-on poked her ass. She just blushed, but still I couldn’t miss that small grin of hers, feeling proud of herself that she’s making me lose control. The brat knew it, and I loved her for it.
“Don’t joke about murder. That’s not really…nice,” changing the subject, her ears and cheeks were red due to our position, but I let her speak her mind,” You promised me that you would just catch them and put them in jail. If they discover that you’re responsible for some of the murders, they can also lock you up. Who will get you out then? I have no power to break someone from jail, and they won’t even listen to me if I defend you. They will think that you’ve influenced me and brainwashed me to the point that I don’t want you hurt or dead, since I have developed some kind of Stockholm Syndrome. They will just put me in a ward so I can heal from my trauma. Or-or, even worse! They will arrest me because I’m an accomplice of a murderer! That-,” silencing her emotional speech with my hand, my shoulders shake with a deep laugh, not expecting her to go that far.
The stress talking was cute, and I admired her for her concern for me. Such an innocent soul…I just wanted to fuck her so she forgets all the problems coming our way.
“Baby…Ari, nothing will happen because I will not let anyone hurt you, and I have been doing this for years. No one will lock me up, but I appreciate your concern. It would be devastating to be apart from you. I suffered long enough to approach you, so I won’t let anything ruin us. Do you hear me?”
Running my fingers through her wavy, thick hair, I pull her closer and before she can react, I claim her mouth, tugging her lips with my teeth open so I can taste her tongue as it clashes with mine in a shy manner, which gets me harder.
Deepening the kiss, my girl lets out a soft moan, my senses sharper than usual when I hear her sharp breathing between our mouths. Feeling her heart beating almost to the point that it wanted to jump out of her skin. I would gladly lock her heart in a safe place if it made her stay with me forever.
With a last peck, I pull away and find her eyes glazed over with pleasure, which matches my own with lust lust-filled gaze.
“Did you have all the information about your clients?” I ask.
Arianna blinked, dazed. “What?”
“Information about your clients,” I said with a lazy smile. “Did you gather them?”
She pouted, trying to shake off the memory of our kiss—but we both knew she wouldn’t.
“Yes. I printed everything while you were busy plotting murder,” she muttered, handing me the folder.
I chuckled. “Thank you, darling. Stop pouting—or I’ll remind you who’s in charge.”
Her reply vanished as I kissed her neck; she shivered, fingers gripping my hair while I reached for the folder and returned to work.