Stacy — We play rough, baby (2)

Stacy — We play rough, baby (2)
Confirmation? That was the word Scott had used. Did that mean I was a killer after all? How many of these were my kills, instead of Don Angelo's?

Scott's hand reached out to mine, steadying it so I could finish my reading.

Cause of death: head shot.

A tear flowed down my cheek, then another.

"I didn't kill him," I said in a small voice.

"Of course you didn't, baby. What he made you do is ugly, but I guess Don Angelo took some sick pleasure in drawing out turning you into a killer. Only you never let him. You didn't kill anyone, Stace," he said to me lovingly, but I didn't believe him.

All this time, telling myself I wasn't a murderer, I never fully believed it. My hands grabbed at sheet after sheet on the desk, my eyes dropping to that very last line every time.

Cause of death: asphyxiation

Cause of death: drowning

Cause of death: electrocution

Cause of death: hanging

Cause of death: carbon monoxide poisoning

None of these fucked up things were my MO. They were slow, deliberate deaths. Nothing about bleeding out from gunshot injuries. I made my way through every last bit of it, rising from Scott's lap in my haste to move around and devour all the information. Sheets of paper and photos littered the floor until only the manila folder sat on the desk by the time I was done. I kept count. Even the few times I injured people using a weapon other than a gun were accounted for.

"I didn't kill anyone," I said, my face wet with tears despite the numb feeling inside me as the final sheet of paper slipped from my fingers.

"Now can you let go of this idea that you're a danger to me?" Scott's voice said from behind me.

He grabbed my waist, spun me around, picked me up and put me on the desk. He was somewhere between sane and madness as he took my cheeks into his hands and kissed me. His mouth went from tender to hard and demanding. Loving and coaxing. Soft, feather light kisses, then he was sticking his tongue down my throat. Back and forth we went, between love and lust.

"I may not be a killer, but I hurt people, Scott. I'm going to hurt you," I said, my fingers tangling in his hair as my mouth left his, trailing down his jaw.

"I know," he said, breathing calmly, as my lips laid frantic, little kisses on his neck.

"Don't fucking say that to me like it fucking doesn't matter," I said, venting my frustration by opening my mouth against the hollow of his throat. "I don't want to hurt you."

I drew the skin into my mouth and sucked hard, yanking his head to the side so I could have better access.

"Yes, you fucking do," he said, the yelling turning into a moan as he pressed my head against his body, holding it firmly in place as I sucked hard.

Desperation to satiate my hunger without doing too much damage led me here, only this wasn't safe either. Sucking alone wouldn't be enough. His sultry, provocative voice had me wanting to bare my teeth, sink them into his flesh and bite down hard.

"I know because I do it too. I fuck you raw and you never bat an eye. That hurts, doesn't it baby?" he said tauntingly.

I yanked my mouth off his neck, blowing on my handiwork as my eyes traveled over the rest of his neck, ravenous with need.

"It's not the same. Getting fucked right hurts so fucking good," I screamed at him, my mouth descending on a new spot on his neck to suck on.

Caught up in the moment, he stopped talking for a while, letting me suck his flesh like I was trying to peel the skin off his neck. Not hearing him was bad for my sanity, especially since the lack of words did nothing to slow his hands down. He pulled my body against his and grinded his bulge against my pussy, holding me close.

"Fuck," he cursed, the sudden friction between my thighs spurring me on.

Five delicious hickeys later, I pulled away, trying desperately to drag my mouth away from his throat as we dry humped each other. He grabbed onto my breasts, giving them each a greedy squeeze before his hands moved onto my shoulders.

His touch instantly triggered little orgasms as he interacted with two of my special spots and yanked the straps of my dress down, pulling at fabric until he unveiled my bra.

"Are you done?" he asked, deliberately dragging his hands down my spine to trigger my pussy into coming more.

His hands trailed up my back and stilled on my bra's clasp, undoing it as his dark eyes watched mine. My thighs trembled slightly with his body firmly lodged between mine, but I fought the pleasure off. Trying not to succumb. Desperate not to give in.

"You like more than just the way I pound your holes, baby," he said, taking my bra off as I watched him, hands firmly clinging to the desk.

He grabbed my breasts and squeezed them again. Laying his mouth down on my right nipple, he started sucking hard. Surprising us both, my thighs shook as the little orgasms quickly collapsed into something more intense.

"Fucking no to your tits," he growled against my nipple, mauling my breasts. "Did my fucking whore lie to me? That deserves punishment," he said, taking my nipple in between his teeth.

"I didn't lie. I just didn't fucking know," I whimpered as his teeth slowly sunk into my nipple, a sharp pain shooting through it.

I threw my head back and moaned openly, unable to hold back anymore as my pussy turned on me once again, betraying my body's secrets.