Marie heard the sound of the lock turning. “Let me out!” She banged on the door, like a caged animal trying to be released from its cage. She was screaming and pleading with tears streaming down her eyes. She was an animal, and nothing more. She wasn’t a real person. She was locked in this, and locked in this house, and she would die there.
When she went to her bed, and looked at the cross above her headboard, she thought about the sacrifice she was making. She could be a real person, but her mother wouldn’t let her. She should leave. She thought of the open window in front of her with its thin white curtains blowing in the wind. She could climb out, and she could go, but what would she do? She didn’t know how to take care of herself. Mama did everything for her. She worked, she paid the bills, and she made sure she had food. She’d be eaten alive by the wild animals as soon as she left. The only thing she could do was wait and sleep.
The dark man was dangerous and tender. He had the smile a smile that would pull you in even if you didn’t want it too. His lips were so soft and big. His puppy dog face would melt instantly, and she could bask in its sweetness for the rest of her life. She opened her eyes and thought she saw a dark form behind the waving white curtains, and in the moonlight it moved, fast like a tiger. Suddenly, he was there standing over her bed, and she wanted him to make her scream.
“I said I’d come.” He could shake the house with his deep voice.
“Are you real?” His breath was real, like fire caressing his face as he walked over and bent down with those seductive lips moving towards hers.
“Can I kiss you?” The power of those words shattered her entire reality.
“No.” His lips slammed against hers and her hand moved around over the back of his neck. His skin was so soft. She couldn’t give in. She couldn’t allow it. He was evil. Hi hair was soft against her face. His eyes spelled sin and temptation. He was lust incarnate, the very embodiment of satisfaction addiction. She was penetrated by his tongue and her soft gasp gave her goosebumps.
“Is this OK?” He moved his mouth lower to her neck where his teeth nibble softly just below her ear. He stroked her chin and she tried to move, but she couldn’t. His power had such a firm grip on her that she knew she had to let go, but she couldn’t. She had to fight it. His teeth sank in and he growled, like an incubus ready to steal her soul.
“Yes!” She tried not to scream but she couldn’t help it. That was when he pinched her nipple and her entire body was ablaze with flame, and that sickeningly sweet sensation, she felt whispers of began in between her thighs and her throat caught her screams. Her shirt was off in one fell swoop and she was naked. He lifted up and she could see the coffee and cream color of his magnificent appear as he smiled down at her and slowly peeled of his shirt.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered as he ran his fingers around the outline of her nipple. She was being enveloped by dark desire, fire that burned through her and overcame her senses and her composure. She reached up and pulled him down into her lips and shoved her tongue down her throat. She found his pants instinctively and shoved her hand down to feel the one thing that she should never touch. She rubbed against the smooth shaft and caressed the hard beef that lay beneath the surfaced. His soft moans were war cries that serenaded her increasing passion.
He reached down and rubbed his fingers along the top seams of her panties and she could feel the fluid, fueled by a stream of bliss, squirting out and staining the sheets. “Can I touch you,” he asked tenderly as he bent down towards her ear and nibbled on her earlobe.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He ripped her panties off like a bolt of lightning, reared and up she could see the outline of his bush as his tight pants moved down slowly. He flicked her nipple, sending ripples through her temple. He unbuttoned his pants just a bit and she threw back her head as his flinger circled slowly around her lips, like little bolts of electricity. When she looked up, it was there in all of its glory. His infernal cock was bigger than she could possibly imagined, and as thick as her arm. Their eyes met and the flash the shot between them was a match that lit a bonfire that moved up into her most private place and shook the doors. His finger was moving closer and she was gasping. It slowly ran up to the clit and the explosion that ensued was like a dam breaking and sending rippling shockwaves throughout her entire body, drenching the sheets and his finger.
He ran his cock slowly along her lips and with their eyes locked together then he bent down his lips slowly touched hers. He was soft when he moved his cock to the center. He moved his tongue sweetly along her lips, then he pulled out and said, “This is going to hurt.”
Then he rammed into her with the force of a bullet piercing its victim and he had to use a pillow to muffle her blood curdling screams as he tore her veil and she feel his cock move through her penetrating every inch of her body and mind. “It’s OK. Don’t wake her.”
He moved the pillow and bit her lip. The pain was going away and she was slipping into an oblivious ecstasy. All that existed was his sweet kiss, his eyes and that cock that drilled her so relentlessly that she felt like couldn’t stand it. The overwhelming, screaming pain and pleasure burned through her, and mixed with his deep growls that sent shivers all over her naked flesh. It was unholy communion of the highest form the way they moved in the pagan dance.
Once the fire was set it grew higher and higher with each and every thrust. Her explosions started co0ming one after the other as if she were convulsing from the force of them. He going faster and faster, making a smacking sound with the way he pushed in and out. That man was a dark god of sexuality and he was about to possess her as that explosion that would end all explosion surged through her and he slammed her that one last time. They both screamed as their bodies were crushed by the shockwave of pleasure and nectar that mixed harmoniously.
When he crashed down on top of her, she felt the full force of his power. He didn’t slip out. Neither of them wanted to. They wanted to look into each other’s eyes and discover each other’s bodies.
“I’ve never loved like that before,” the boy whispered excitedly.
“What’s your name?” She realized that she barely even knew the man. She’d seen his around town, but she didn’t have any idea who he was.
“Drake. I know you. Everyone knows you.”
Marie was sad now. She didn’t like that she was cause for gossip. She had to know what this was, that it wasn’t all in vain. “Why did you come here?’
“Marie, how could say that? I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. You’re not ugly. A lot of guys want you.”
“But you’re the one that I want.”
“And, honestly, I want you too.”
“You have to go. She’ll shoot you.” He got up and started pacing around.
“I’ll take you out of here. We can get our own place.”
It was too soon, but it was sweet release, and this man was everything she knew she’d wanted. Her mother had been so terribly wrong. It was a beautiful thing, and it was good. “Alright, but let me get things setup first. I have to say goodbye, and I go to college, and I need to keep that going.
“Of course. Can I stay a while and hold you.”
“You have to.” To be sheltered in the arms of the man greater than any rapture she had ever known. He sat up in the bed and she fell easily onto his chest, where his breath caressed her. It smelled like vanilla cigars. Their bodies bathed in the moonlight as his hand moved up and down across her belly. They were big and powerful. He could keep her safe, and he would.
Chapter 4
The note on her pillow smelled like him. She held it to her face before reading it, savoring the knowledge that it wasn’t a dream. He had crept into her window last night and changed her world.
She wasn’t evil for tempting a man because it had been the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to her. It was sweet release from her prison, which she realized had been completely mental. She could’ve left, but it was her guilt that
was keeping her there. She could’ve made it. She was smart, but she’d been taught to hate the world.
Now that she’d had a taste of it, she couldn’t stay. She needed to live, and this simply wasn’t living. This was a nightmare based up on one demented woman’s beliefs and fears.
As she soaked her body under the hot water, she realized that she had been alienated from the world, and that that was why she hated it. She had no idea what it was like because she’d never been allowed to experience it. All she had was what her mother told her and what she had learned in school, but she hadn’t been able to see society and the connections that people make with one another. That had left her a shell of a human being, and as she walked back to her room and got dressed she knew for certain that all that was over. She wasn’t going to live that any longer.
She grabbed her clothes, her books and finally her drawings—the false worlds she had built to replace the real one. She shoved them all in her suitcase and hid it under her bed where she knew her mother wouldn’t see.
She couldn’t tell her. She wouldn’t be heartbroken—she was too cold. She would be furious and she would try to stop her for certain. She would have to leave in secret, and she had to do it after school because that was when he said he would come for her in the note.
This boy had saved her from this sterile hell. He was her savior now; she didn’t need another. He would protect and carry her. She could ride on his bike anywhere they wanted to go, and she knew it was real because she’d actually felt his rapture running through her. She knew what love was now, and she was certain that she’d found it was him.
“MARIE!” Her mother was coming down the hall to her bedroom. She quickly hid the evidence and did her best to put on a poker face. When the door slammed open and her mother saw that she looked like a shining child of morality and righteousness, she became immediately suspicious.
“I trust you’ll be going to see the pastor today.”
“I want to go to class first. I’ll make an appointment with him on my way out. I have to hurry though. I only have an hour.”
“Alright. Get ready. I have some bus money for you.” She handed her a dollar and allowed her to make her way out the door.
Marie’s first class was calculus, which she had always excelled at. The teacher was a young blond man with a golden smile. She usually sat in the back row and decided to sit where she normally did.
She had to keep her mind on the numbers. She promised herself that he wouldn’t affect her school life. She looked at the board and saw him standing over her with his hair shining in the moonlight. She saw Drake pounding against her when the teacher stood at the front of the room. She wondered what it would be like to have her hair streaming behind her as they made their way down the highway.
The thought of leaving class right then and calling him was too much for her. Her legs shook, her mind drifted and she found herself drifting in thoughts of their night together. He knew how to move. He knew things about her body that she didn’t even know.
When class got out, it was too much. She whipped out her tiny flip phone and called him.
“Marie?” He answered on the first ring.
“Yes.” They waited silently for a second. It was as if what had happened was so magical that both of them were convinced that it wasn’t real.
“Oh, god. I love you, Marie. I have to tell you that. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She was smiling. Nothing else existed except for his voice. “Can I see you now?”
“I have to deal with something first. I wanna leave town. Can we do that?”
“Of course. I’ll go with you anywhere.” She knew that she wanted to leave.
“You wanna see the beach? We can go to Cali.”
“Yes.” She’d always wanted to go there. Her mother told her it was Satan’s summer home, so she figured it was probably the most amazing place in the entire world.
“I wanna do you in the sand.” The vulgarity of is expression stabbed at her in the same way he did last night. “I gotta do something before I see you, but I want you to meet me at the park near your house—with the pines.” It had pine trees that rose above all of the buildings around it. They called it Forest Park.
“I love you.” She didn’t want to stop talking to him, but her class was starting soon.
“I love you too.” They were silent for as long as they could be then, when she couldn’t wait any longer, she hit the end button and walked to class.
Chapter 5
Drake had his feet over his lime green couch in his studio apartment. His heart was pounding. It could all end now. He could leave this place and get away from everything. He just had to do this one last thing.
Johnathan Harper was an up and coming mayoral candidate in Pinehurst. He’d been making headway in the economic field and had promised the logging industry a huge patch of land that the city owned.
Even local politicians are bad, but the things that Drake had heard about him were unspeakable, even for a man who’d killed for years.
Drake never listened to his teachers or his parents. He wanted to have a good time, and as far as he was concerned, they were getting in the way. He thought he could make his own way, and he could if he really wanted to. At 16, his parents were living in a two bedroom shack in the ghetto and he had a bright red convertible with rims. He had more drugs in the back of that car than most people see in their entire life. Half the school was getting their grass from him—including the faculty. Then he found that there were other things that were more profitable. The Mexicans he’d been getting his stuff from gave him a call, and he had to listen if he wanted to continue doing what he was doing.
They gave him a gun and they told him where to go, and they asked him if he wanted to do it again. Once he saw how much they were handing him, there was no question about whether or not he was going to listen. Of course he was going to. He had a nice house and a nice car, but there’s always the risk. It’s the reason there’s violence in the first place.
You have to kill somebody who might go to the authorities, because otherwise you’re going to lose your life. You’ll be locked up for the rest of your life, and everything you’ve worked for will be taken away from you. You simply cannot take the risk. There isn’t a sane person in the world that wouldn’t do what it takes to protect themselves and their family. People know what they’re doing when they go to the authorities, and Drake had seen it in their faces before they died. They knew that they were doing something terrible, and they knew that that was what they were facing for trying to do it.
At the same time, their faces haunted him. Hit men aren’t supposed to learn about their targets. They aren’t supposed to talk to them. They are supposed to stay as far away from them as possible, but that doesn’t mean that every time you close your eyes you don’t see their faces, or that you can go to sleep at night without wondering whether or not you’re doing the right thing. Honestly, sometimes he knew he was, and sometimes he knew he wasn’t, but the money took him places he never thought he would go.
He knew where he was going today, so he took his beer and down the last bit so he could think about the day’s events. He’d been with a million women but when he thought about Marie’s long legs and her beautiful body, he knew that she was the one. She was innocence and he was evil. Opposites are supposed to attract.
As innocent as she was, he was going to have to do this for her.
* * * * *
He had on a pinstripe suit and geek glasses with his black hair swiped to the side, and his shoes were polished perfectly. When he walked into the office building and smiled at the receptionist, he gave her the perfect charming smile. She melted immediately.
“Hello, I have an appointment with Ralph Rosen,” his voice was deep and sultry.
She stared for a moment then shook her head. “Oh, just go up the elevator to the fourth floor and it’s the second right.” She sighed and watched him walking past. He added a little rhythm to
his step.
He tapped his foot while he was waiting. He had to time this perfectly. If he didn’t it wouldn’t work. The timing was right, he just had to get into the office in less than two minutes, which he should be able to do if the elevator wasn’t coming down from the sixth floor and stopped at the fifth. His heart was racing a little too fast. He took a moment to breathe and catch his bearings. It should work fine. He’d get there.
It was barely passing the third and he had a minute and thirty seconds left. It was at twenty why the door finally opened and he walked inside. Nobody was there which meant he could make his ascent quickly. He tapped his finger on the metal guardrail. Why did this elevator move so slowly?
He had a trick he used where he said each state alphabetically to calm himself down. He started with Alabama and moved down. He got it from the Krishnas. They were always a little too weird for his tastes though. The door finally opened and he ran to the empty lobby and into the empty office.
There was nothing there. The place was vacant. It had been rented for his purposes under a false name. They just wanted to get into the right place. He opened his briefcase and took out his gun. The man would be standing in the correct position in less than twenty seconds. He had the sniper rifle put together in less than that. His sight was state of the art, and his bullet was perfect.
Why wasn’t he there? Something was in the way, but he could see the lower half of the body. That would be enough. He pulled the trigger, and Drake fell over, bleeding out on top of the roof of the Red Bank.
Chapter 6
“Can anyone tell me what quantum teleportation is?” Instructor Black, a skinny blond woman, looked around the room at the stylishly dressed airheads who were either glued to their phones or the computers in front of them. None of them heard her. They simply didn’t care what she was saying, their social lives were too important.
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