But fuck horses. All I care about right now is my goddamn cock and finding a slice of pleasure in an otherwise ugly situation.
I drive slowly down the path, careful to leave as few signs of my presence as possible. I want to bury Mark somewhere in the middle of the Braxton's property, close enough to the house that I doubt the land I choose will be sold off anytime within the next century but far enough away that nobody will stumble upon it. Admittedly, it's a little hard to think with Audra's mouth working on my dick, but I manage, parking the car underneath a thick copse of trees. We'll carry Mark's body off the beaten path a bit and use the shovel I have in my backseat. It wasn't there for any nefarious purpose, but I'm awfully glad to have it. Originally, I had intended to plant a few new trees in my front yard, just to increase my sense of privacy and give the neighbors a brief glimpse of me acting as normal as possible.
I let Audra go, enjoying the slide of her lips as she pulls back and sucks in a massive breath, pushing her hair back from her reddened face. She gives me an accusatory look.
“I almost died down there,” she says, which is a horrible exaggeration. I smile and reach past her, opening the glove box and extracting a condom from the box inside. I don't generally use them, but I suppose I'll have to make an exception today. Audra isn't my client – yet. I don't know anything about her, and I don't care. Even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't; the beast would never allow it.
“Get out,” I tell her, opening my door and climbing from the vehicle with my pants still hanging open. I split the foil of the package and tuck the garbage into my pocket, sliding the red latex down my dick. I enjoy the slickness of Audra's saliva inside the condom, the warm press of liquid against my shaft. I don't wait for her to come to me, instead moving around the front of my car and grabbing her arm as she emerges.
“What are – ?” Audra begins as I spin her around and slam the front of her body against the warm hood. All around us, birds are waking up, singing love songs and filling the air with a gleeful cheer that refuses to penetrate my bubble of darkness. You're making a mistake, Lucas, my brain tells me. Unfortunately, I have no way to make a conscious decision as my dick is singing a whole other story. Fuck her till she's raw, Lucas Carter.
I shove Audra's tight little dress up her hips, pleased that she's not wearing any underwear. My cock splits her wet folds with a violent thrust, filling her hot cunt up before she can protest. A scream breaks from Audra's throat, echoing around the quiet woods along with the sound of slapping flesh. My balls pummel her ripe round ass while my fingers dig into the pale white skin of her hips. It's been so long since I gave into my own sinful pleasures that I find myself going wild, squeezing too hard, fucking too fast, crushing Audra's body against the black metal of the car. I fight to focus on her body, on the tightness of her cunt, how good it feels hugging the length of my shaft. If I don't stay zoned in on the moment, my mind starts to wander to other times and different places. There's a reason I'm cloaked in darkness; I don't want to relive the memory.
“Oh God, Lucas,” Audra breathes, finding a grip on the hood and pushing her hips back, taking every inch of my cock inside of her. She braces herself so there's no give, so that every thrust of my dick hits her deep and hard. “Oh yeah. Fuck me so good, baby.” I don't much care for being called by a pet name, but I let it go. I enjoy the sound of Audra's voice, like velvet sliding across my skin, rough but somehow tinged with softness. A double edged sword.
My throat constricts against the wild sounds building in my chest, grunts and growls and moans that bite at my insides, twisting and writhing inside of me, brushing against the convulsing joy of my darkness. He's fucking thrilled, howling his pleasure inside my aching mind while I struggle to control myself, to treat Audra with the respect she deserves. She is not my client, and we haven't agreed on terms. I can't let myself go or I'll come completely undone. I refuse to let that happen.
“Fuck yes,” Audra whimpers, her body turning to liquid in my fingers, slumping against the car as I continue to grind my hips against hers, the sound of our bodies sliding together an affront to the peaceful tranquility of the woods around us. Audra's pussy tightens on my shaft, drawing her closer to orgasm even as I fight tooth and nail against mine. Against all odds, I stay silent, fucking her with every ounce of self-control I have inside of me. If the beast had his way, he'd pull out of Audra, come all over her face, make her suck him till he was hard and ready again. Then he'd fuck her mouth until she was begging around a throat full of rigid cock. He'd tease and tantalize her, taking his pleasure while denying her her own. Only when she was on her knees, ass up and begging for it like a pussy cat in heat would he let her come.
I suppose I'm a shade nicer than the beast.
But just a shade.
I pull my dick out of Audra's heaving pussy and enjoy the scream of rage that breaks from her throat when she spins to face me, chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Audra's pupils are so far dilated that I can barely make out the rich emerald of her eyes. I trace the curve of her mouth with a finger and she slaps my hand away.
“What the fuck was that for? I was about to come, you dick!”
I lean in, enjoying the tightly strung tension between our bodies, the way her nipples harden and strain against the fabric of her dress, desperate for me. My mouth finds Audra's, cutting off another string of insults, my tongue sliding against hers. I kiss so rarely that this feels damn near as sinful as fucking for pleasure. A kiss is a luxury, something the beast has a hard time handling without flying off the rails. Against my own wishes, my right hand comes up and fists roughly in Audra's hair, knocking her teeth against mine. I eat at her face like a starving man, tensing when her fingers find my cock and start to pump, ratcheting my frenzy into an unavoidable fervor. I am this close to blacking out and losing it. This, this is why I can't do simple pleasure. I can't keep the beast restrained. Like Audra, I'll come to with blood on my hands and a question in my mind.
“Lucas?”
The tentative voice pierces the bubble around me like an arrow. I straighten abruptly, slamming Audra back with two hands on her chest. She hits the car with a grunt and sits back, looking at me with wide eyes and reddened lips. I spin on my heel, my cock withering as I catch sight of Mrs. Braxton, wringing her hands together in nervousness. She's standing a dozen feet away, next to her red Mercedes. How I missed the sound of the vehicle, I don't know, but it enrages me. Maybe Audra is right? Perhaps I do have an anger problem?
I bite back a scream and force calm over my shoulders like a blanket, letting control envelop my body like vines. My right eyelid twitches.
“Clarice,” I say, voice loud in the sudden silence. It's as if the birds can feel a predator looming in the trees around them; their songs have ceased completely. There's nothing but the sound of Clarice's obnoxious sniffling and the crunch of gravel from Audra behind me. “Are you as stupid as your fat, perverted, obnoxious goddamn husband?” My words draw her forward a step. The moron is so stupid that she can't taste the venom in my tone. “Did you not,” I raise a fist, clench it tight and drop it back by my side, “hear me when I said wait for me to call you. Wait. As in, do not come until I fucking phone your plastic ass.”
“Who's this?” Clarice asks, gesturing at Audra. The redhead sweeps up beside me, radiating emotion. When I glance down at her, her gaze is black. Oh dear. What a fucking nightmare. I reach down and clamp my fingers on Audra's bicep. She looks this close to taking care of Clarice the same way she took care of Mark. Mark, who is still in my trunk. I grit my teeth and then force my jaw to relax.
“If you'd waited for me to call, you'd have the answer to your question, Mrs. Braxton.” Clarice fidgets, her blue eyes darting from Audra's face to mine and back again. I can tell she knows she's made a horrible, horrible mistake. I don't like to be disobeyed, and Clarice knows it. When my clients disobey, bad things happen. Under normal circumstances, I'd simply spin on my heel, climb in the car, and drive away. Today, I don't have
that luxury. I can only hope that Audra Holiday is willing to play along. Beneath my fingers, her arm twitches, bicep tightening as she realizes what a firm grip I have on her – and doesn't like it.
“Let me go, Lucas,” Audra snaps, jerking her arm back. I relax my grip and let her go, shaking my head at Mrs. Braxton with a sigh, like this is just a little inconvenience instead of the complete and utter fuck up that it truly is. I lean into Audra, capturing her ear with my mouth and enjoying the goose bumps that spring up along her skin. She's so goddamn pale that her flesh is nearly translucent, showing the flush of blue veins that beat along with her angry pulse. I swear, I can almost see the monster under her skin fighting to get out.
“Play along with me?” Audra pulls back and glares at me, but I can tell she knows she doesn't have a choice. The man she killed is in the trunk of my car. Now is not the moment for a well-timed rebellion. She bares her teeth but doesn't speak. Neither of us looks at Mrs. Braxton. I can hear her blabbering in the background – something about her friend's husband getting drunk and falling through the window – but I don't care. To us, she's inconsequential. I let my gaze zone in on Audra, finding how easy it is to get swept up in her energy. Interesting.
I pull the condom away from my cock and stuff it in my pants. Just the idea that there's a dirty condom in my slacks makes me queasy, but there's not much I can do about it in the moment. I zip myself up and extract a wet wipe from my other pocket. After I clean my fingers off, I tuck that away, too. Audra waits patiently for me to speak, looking at me like she trusts I've got some sort of plan up my sleeve.
I don't.
But I'm rapidly trying to put one together.
It's not easy to dig a hole big enough to hide a body, especially not alone. Besides, Audra has a sexy, slender quality to her arms and calves that says she doesn't do much working out. She's going to need my help to get Mark buried. Besides, I don't trust her to do it right. One little screw up here could bring the whole house of cards crashing down.
“Well,” I drawl, searching my brain for the right words. You pathetic idiot. Can't you follow a simple set of instructions? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that Clarice disobeyed me, but I am disappointed. “I was going to allow you to touch Audra.” I glance over at Mrs. Braxton. She enjoys the occasional threesome, and has an insatiable thirst for redheads, so I know she'd probably enjoy Audra in her bed. “However,” I continue, leaning away from Audra before she can bite my face off. She looks twice as deadly as Lauren Houssard right now. I move Audra up my list of dangerous clients, second only to Margarite Simmons. “Since you disobeyed me,” I sigh and turn to face her full on, watching her shrink in my angry gaze, “I'm only going to allow you to watch.”
“Watch?” Mrs. Braxton croaks, adjusting a fur stole around her slender throat. It looks ridiculous plastered against her tanned skin, the pure white of the garment only enhancing the slight orange sheen of her shoulders. Paired with the pink tube dress she's wearing? Dear God, I can't help myself. The corner of my lip curls in disgust.
“Yes, watch,” I snarl, moving towards her and hooking my fingers beneath her chin. Mrs. Braxton melts into me, touching my chest with her fingers. Even through the fabric of my shirt, her touch disgusts me. Despicable. I'm supposed to choose when and where and who and how. This doesn't feel much like a choice. The beast inside of me roars, and I have to flex my biceps to keep from wrapping my hand around Clarice's throat. Hell, she'd probably like it. “Now go change your fucking clothes. How many times have you told you to dress for the occasion. You look like a cheap prostitute.” Clarice takes a stumbling step back, and I worry for a moment that I've gone too far. Maybe she really can feel the ire in my voice? But no. Like the pathetic, brainless trophy wife she is, she nods meekly and starts to turn away. When I first met her, I wondered how she suffered the inexcusably poor company of her fat fuck of a husband, but now I get it. Their IQs are both so pathetically low that they're practically made for one another. I scowl.
“Should I come back out here?” she asks suddenly, looking at me over her shoulder. I blink away flecks of red rage in my vision.
“No,” Audra snaps, stepping forward, her entire body quivering with anger. “You're going to get your ass up in … ” Audra trails off and looks questioningly at me. Her eyebrows come up into a 'V', asking silently what room I want to send Mrs. Braxton to.
“The room with the hideous wallpaper,” I say, and I know the bitch knows what I'm talking about. We've had discussions about removing it. Sometimes, playing the interior designer for my other clients starts to rub off on me. I have very strong ideas about décor. “Change your clothes, lie down, and touch yourself. If I even get a fucking glimpse of you out of that room, I'm leaving and never coming back.” Apparently this a strong threat for Mrs. Braxton, and she swallows an unsteady breath before nodding.
“Oh, and don't forget – your usual fee is double this time.” I stare at Audra who's smiling wide, baring her teeth like a feral animal. “I have to get paid, too.” Clarice doesn't question her words, just stumbles off in a pair of pink stilettos and climbs back in her red Mercedes. I watch her pull away, my demons roiling around inside of me.
“You have to get paid, too?” I echo, my voice strangely calm. Audra turns around and hits the button on the trunk, letting it pop open with a sigh. I turn slowly, watching her carefully. My eyes take in the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, the perfect roundness of her ass. I'd like to flip her over, fuck her right on top of Mark's plastic wrapped body, but there's no time. We'll be lucky if we can get a shallow hole in before Mrs. Braxton comes out looking for us.
I step up beside Audra and help her heft the body out, walking backwards into the trees until I find a spot of dirt that feels soft beneath my feet. It's far enough from the gravel path that nobody should accidentally stumble upon it or try to plant anything in its place. Audra and I set Mark's body at the base of a massive oak tree before I go back for the shovel. When I return, she's leaning against the tree, watching me. Her tight black dress has ridden scandalously up, reminding me that I wasn't finished with that perfect body, that hot mouth, that deliciously tight cunt.
Audra smiles tightly as I ram the head of the shovel into the dirt. My instincts were right – as they often are – and the earth gives way easily to the metal, spreading open like Audra's creamy thighs. Fuck, Lucas Carter, get a hold of yourself. I fling dirt her way and enjoy the crinkle of her nose when it hits her feet.
“And here I was, thinking you'd forgotten to bring a shovel. You're awfully well prepared for this, Lucas. One might think you'd done this sort of thing before.”
“One might think,” I begin, digging as deep and as quickly as I can. The early morning sun is peeking through the trees, mocking us with bright fingers of orange and yellow. “That you'd shut your mouth and realize how damn lucky you are that Mrs. Braxton has the intelligence of a cow.” I keep my voice calm, but I can feel my soul cracking in two. Fucking Audra isn't going to be enough tonight. Much as I want to kick Clarice to the curb, I need one of my clients to get me through this. Audra is an enigma, a woman who riles me up and enrages me to the point where I start to make mistakes. Right now, that could prove to be a fatal concoction. I need someone whose boundaries I know. I hope the need will make it easier to fuck Mrs. Braxton again, make it feel less like a chore.
“Oh, like anyone would guess we had a corpse in the trunk.” Audra pushes away from the tree and comes to stand on my left side, away from the growing pile of dirt. I try my best to ignore the sweat beginning to bead on my forehead and back. I hate sweating.
“If she'd decided to press matters, whether she knew about the body or not would become irrelevant. We'd have had to find somewhere else to bury him. Do you have any bright ideas, Miss Holiday?” She doesn't answer, and I press on, letting the anger simmer like coals. If I keep blowing on it, keep it burning low and hot, maybe it won't explode and destroy anyone? “Need I remind you that this is your fault.”
“You gave me the idea,” she hisses, getting too close to me. I can't take it. I step away and thrust the shovel at her, enjoying the way she fumbles to catch it in her grip. Audra scowls at me. “You were going to kill Mark, right there in my living room.”
“No, I was not,” I say as Audra steps up to the hole and continues where I left off. She isn't nearly as efficient as I am, so I only allow her a few scoops to realize how hard this is before I take back over. “I had a momentary lapse, but I also had a plan. I was going to take him to the alley behind the strip club and dump him. There are no security cameras, and it's dead back there during the day. When night fell, someone would have found him and called the cops, but do you think they'd try very hard to figure out what happened to a loser like this?”
“I don't know anything about cops or murders or strip clubs.” Audra runs her pale fingers through her red hair. I try not to admire the way it shimmers like rubies in the morning sunlight, but I can't help it. I'm drawn to this woman even as I'm repulsed. A dangerous set of circumstances. I consider cutting her off again, but my cock continues to try to convince me otherwise. “Apparently, though, you do. You've killed before, haven't you?” I don't answer, just focus all of my concentration on digging. Surprisingly, it's making me feel better. My frustration leaks out with each violent thrust of the shovel. The beast doesn't like manual labor or exercise because it forces him back into the shadows. I smile.
“So what if I have? Does the idea interest you?” Audra stares at me, green eyes sparkling with questions. She licks her lips and walks a few paces away, peering around some trees and then spinning back to face me. After a moment, she reaches down and slips off her heels, letting her bare white toes gleam in the patchy green and brown earth. I have a thing for bare feet, and feel my body respond accordingly.
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