Vicious Minds: Part 1: Children of Vice #4

by McAvoy, J. J. ;

  ETHAN - AGE 23

  Cartagena, Colombia

  Tuesday, July 2nd

  It wasn’t the wine.

  It wasn’t even the conversation.

  I just wanted her.

  And the moment we got back to my place, I knew she wanted me too.

  She pushed me off her and forced me back down on the bed, kissing down my chest until her lips reached the waistband of my boxers. She kissed me over the fabric before pulling them down, taking my cock in her hands. She glided her hand over my length and I closed my eyes as pleasure overwhelmed me. Her hand slid down to the base and she kissed the side of my cock. From kissing she moved to licking me; up and then down again. I sat up and brushed her hair from her face, breathing in through my nose. She brought out a new side of me, one sparking with lust. Sex with her was fucking heaven and it clouded everything else.

  “Ah…” I exhaled as she took me into her sweet wet mouth. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed like she thoroughly enjoying herself as she sucked me. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed on to her dark hair tightly. Thrusting into her mouth a few times, I was enraptured by the feeling of her throat. It didn’t take long before I felt the urge…the ache.

  It was only when I tugged on her hair did she pull off of me.

  Her mouth hovered less than an inch from my cock and she licked her lips, looking up at me with those damned eyes of hers. They haunted me. They pierced right through me. They were beautiful, mystifying, and filled with lust. I had to stop her because I knew she was enjoying seeing me at her goddamn mercy.

  Fuck, she was an evil one.

  Like she knew what I was thinking she licked my tip once more, my blood turning to lava in my veins. I wanted to ram my cock back into her mouth and fuck it until I no longer ached. But that’s what she wanted. She wanted me to lose control for her. Swallowing the saliva in my mouth I inhaled deeply, trying to calm myself down. When I did, she smirked up at me, hovering over me.

  “You passed on the chance at fucking my mouth just because you didn’t want to come first…you really don’t like losing,” she chuckled, shaking her head at me. “Fine. I’ll go for a shower now.”

  Just like that she got up from the bed, and I could only watch her go, unable to tear my eyes from the curve of her ass and the small little birth marks decorating her body, one of them being on her left ass cheek.

  Rising from the bed I stepped out of my boxers and followed her into the bathroom.

  “Another one of your mother’s old safe houses?” She sat in the deep stone sunken bathtub that dominated the bathroom. She brought her dark brown hair over her shoulder, the long locks resting on her breast. “Is it weird to bring up your mother while you have a hard on?”

  She had a malicious smirk on lips. Taking the remote, I turned on the water, which fell from the ceiling like a waterfall. She gasped, her chest heaving and her breath quickening as the heat of the water hit her. Stepping inside the tub I sat across from her, the warmth relaxing my muscles but not helping my cock at all…nor was she. She stood up in the center of the letting the water rain down over her.

  “This is how you should have invited me over the first time.” She picked up one of the bottles from the side of the tub before pouring the rose oil on herself and slowly massaging it into her skin. The way the water dripped over her breasts, gliding down her body, was torture.

  “You never told me how you got rid of their bodies, ” I said, trying to ignore my lust. She was just one fucking woman. I was the don of two fucking families. I had the power, and she was the outside. Still, I felt powerless against her.

  This so fucking wrong.

  I was risking so fucking much. But that risk, that danger, it excited me. She excited me in so many different ways.

  She turned to me, still standing under the water. “That’s not a very romantic story, Ethan.”

  “Good. I don’t believe in romantic stories.”

  “And I’m hopeless romantic.”

  “Will you ever give me a straight answer? Or will you just keep using your body to distract me?”

  “It’s not just my body that does it, but fine. I’ll tell you. After I shot you and dragged your ass back on to the couch, I took your kidnappers out the same way they brought me in, through that damn back room, and got rid of them. Then I had to use the sink to take sponge bath. Do you know how hard it is to wash dirt, blood, sweat, and gasoline off you in a kitchen sink?”

  “You burned their bodies at the gas station?” I questioned, moving to stand behind her. Taking a second bottle, I poured the contents into my hand, rubbing it into her hair.

  “Do I look like an idiot to you?” She leaned against me and closed her eyes as I ran my fingers through her hair. “I got gasoline on me because your damn gas station looks like it hasn’t been renovated since 1990. The damn nozzle spilled gas on my feet while I was filling up the car I stole from the station manager. By the way, you’re going to need to hire a new one, I hope you don’t mind. I really didn’t think I could come up with an excuse for coming up out of the back room with three dead men.”

  “Little late to ask,” I replied, letting the water pour over head and washing it through.

  “True.” She turned back to face me, soaping up the sponge and running it over my chest. “You’re just going to have to live with that.”

  Funny, how I had to live with her murder, not her.

  “What happened after you filled the car?” I asked as she walked behind me to scrub my back.

  “I drove the car about an hour away to La Calera, then burned their bodies before driving back. Oh, and your lapdog, Tobias, I think his name is…I had him send a new worker to the station via text.”

  “Seems that was stressful day for you,” I said when she came back around.

  “It was. And all you did was get beauty sleep even though this all your fault. Do. Not. Kidnap. Me. Again,” she snapped, staring into my eyes.

  “I’ll do my best. Though I wouldn’t hold me to it. I’m a villain if you haven’t noticed. We aren’t known to keep our promises.”

  “I know what you are, which is why I didn’t ask for a promise. I gave you warning.” She gently pushed me back and sat down, her body slowly sinking beneath the water.

  “As for those dirty cops that lost it, I didn’t do much. They were at the restaurant I was working at and I gave them a special drink and they just got paranoid. How was I supposed to know they were going to turn on each other and burn all the fields thinking that someone found them out?”

  “And the 12 tons?” I asked.

  That wicked grin came back to her face. “Ask me nicely.”

  When I didn’t answer, she sunk all the way under the water.

  Finally, I thought, watching her as she held her breath underwater. Finally, someone who didn’t need me to take care of shit. Who thought before they acted. Someone who could think quickly and execute. Someone I didn’t need to clean up after. She was annoyed, but she wasn’t complaining about what she had to do. It was all logical to her, all steps in her plan.

  I turned up the heat and stood under the waterfall when she came up for air. She watched me, lust still clear in her hungry eyes. She leaned back against the tub. “The drugs are buried in Maria’s restaurant. You’ve been sitting on them this whole time.”

  “How?”

  “I gave one of them the key,” she said, as if it was obvious.

  “They must have been very close to you to be able to get a key.” I frowned, not sure exactly why that statement bothered me.

  She shrugged and gave me an innocent look. “It’s not my fault that the police wanted to protect me. Especially after they heard how many members of the cartel kept trying to ‘wife me’.”

  And just like that I put it together.

  She must of have gotten close enough to seduce someone in the cartel, but instead of giving in, she told the cops they were harassing her, and the dirty cops used that as an excuse to come by and check out the plac
e, to make sure it was safe for her to work. She gave them a key and they used it to store the drugs. Who would go to a restaurant cops spent time in? Which was why I wanted to speak with Maria to begin with. I suspected she was working for the cops now and made it a point to stay there when I came in. That’s when I met Calliope. And because I was there, those cops panicked, thinking they were busted. She must have met with them secretly and then drugged or poisoned them. The news reports said they were so out of their minds that they were nearly ripping off each other’s faces. They still hadn’t recovered, and many of them were dead.

  She did that all on her own?

  “Is there any more wine?” she asked, running her hands through her hair. She drank wine like it was damn water.

  I reached over and pressed on a remote. Beside us a panel came up and there was a single glass as well as a bottle of red wine. She looked at me then at it and then me again before breaking out in laughter. “I think this is a sign your mother would have liked me. I want one.”

  She took out the bottle, uncorking it with ease. “First honors?”

  Moving to her, I knelt between her legs and opened my mouth. She poured, licking wine from the side of my mouth. Swallowing, I pulled her towards my hips taking the bottle from her and returning the favor but missing her mouth on purpose so I could lick the wine from her skin. It rolled down her breast and it tasted so much better mixed with her flavor. Lifting her, I sat her on the edge of the tub and spread her further before pouring the wine down her stomach. I set the bottle down and licked along the trail, sucking her belly button. The taste of red wine my tongue as I made my way between her thighs. Using my fingers, I spread the lips of her pussy and licked her clit.

  “Oh,” She moaned before grabbing on to my hair. As I slid my middle finger into her, her whole body jerked towards my tongue. She was so wet already. Before I could put another finger in she pulled on my hair, forcing me me away from her.

  “Damn you,” she whispered and I licked her off my lips.

  She pushed me back into the water before climbing on top of me. It took all but a second for me to find her entrance as I held on to her waist. She gripped my shoulders, easing herself down on my cock. Closing my eyes, I felt her walls squeeze around me. Her claw-like nails dug into my shoulder.

  Reaching up, I gripped her chin, pulling her face closer to mine. Before her lips met mine, she pulled back, her hand coming across my face.

  SLAP.

  My cheek stung and I could feel the imprint of her hand on my face. At the same time she lifted herself off me and back down, the pain and the pleasure setting my body on fire. I stretched my jaw before looking to her again.

  SLAP.

  Exhaling through my nose, I looked back once more.

  SLAP.

  After he third slap I flipped us both, pinning her against the tub. Holding both her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping tightly on to her thigh, I slammed myself deep inside her again.

  “Oh…harder…” she gasped and I couldn’t hold myself back. I’d done too much of that already. “Ethan…harder…yes!”

  She cried as she came and all I could do was grunt like a fucking caveman as I fucked her beautiful, tight, wet pussy. Each time burying myself deeper and deeper in her before I came.

  “Fu—” I couldn’t get the word out before her mouth was on mine, her tongue in my mouth, her breasts pressed against my chest.

  I grabbed on to her ass I walked us out of the tub and she moaned into my mouth as I took her across the bedroom, laying her on the bed.

  “You do know I’m going to pay you back for those slaps,” I informed her when we broke apart.

  “I like pain with my pleasure. Don’t you?”

  My father used tell me that he and my mother were soulmates, slaves to each other’s best and worst selves, that he couldn’t fight my mother most times because he didn’t have the strength or the will to do so. She owned him completely and he just had to live with that. Back then, I thought he was just being sappy as always. Now I think understood him a lot better than I wanted to.

  I glanced down at my arm watching the hair stand up as my skin contracted and I got goosebumps.

  Shit.

  Chapter 7

  “Seduce my mind and you can have my body,

  Find my soul and I’m yours forever.”

  ~Unknown

  CALLIOPE - AGE 21

  Cartagena, Colombia

  Wednesday, July 3rd

  I am different from normal people.

  I don’t know when I realized it, but I was young. I was around four when I started to notice my mom hated me. She even went as far as to tell me I was cursed because I didn’t do things the way I was supposed to, or the way my sisters did. She was always telling me to smile when I wasn’t. Or to stop laughing when I did. For some reason I did those things at the wrong time. When people were scared, when they got hurt, or died, I laughed. I thought it was funny. It was kind of like watching a person slip on a banana peel…didn’t they see it? Why did they keep walking towards it?

  They were silly to me. But my laughing scared my mom. Especially that one time I laughed at her uncle’s funeral. She told me stop…no, she took me bathroom and begged me not to. But when I saw him lying in the casket, all white and dead, and all the flowers, I laughed because it seemed silly that he was all dressed up. Where was he going? In the dirt. And it was also funny that nobody except family, which was barely ten people, was there.

  I remembered thinking, man, he really didn’t do anything with his life. He was not important enough to remember. He lived all those years, and nobody cared about him. Not even my mom. She complained about having to go and called him a deadbeat. Then she pretended to cry at the funeral. So why did I get in trouble? At the time I didn’t understand. I just thought I was different. My dad told me it was okay to be different. But one day, I heard them talking about taking me to see a doctor, either a therapist or psychologist. I wasn’t sure what those were, but I didn’t want to see them.

  My mom was sure I needed to go. So I went to my dad and begged. I didn’t know how to make myself cry yet, so I just begged. I tried to act normal and he said I was different than Avena and Rosie, I wasn’t meant to like the same things as them, but that was good thing. It was my strength. He was right…but not completely. I did like a lot of things my sisters liked, I just meant what I said when I said that I was going to get it all.

  My life really did change the day I went to that birthday party. Liam and Melody Callahan, they weren’t like the other rich people. They were higher. I have a temper, so of course I wanted to hurt the women who made fun of my mom. But then Melody stopped me, and I decided I wanted to be just like her. No, I wanted everything. Kind of the way a woman sees shoes and just wants them. I hadn’t figured out all the logic behind my thoughts and desires back then. I wanted her life. And she didn’t tell me no, she just said I wasn’t strong enough for it. It was like she was saying if you want these shoes it will cost you a thousand dollars. My next logical thought was okay then, I’ll come back with the money. I told myself I’d come back stronger.

  I hadn’t really thought much of Ethan until he called me over before we left. And while I was hiding, he figured it out. He figured out I was lying to people and he helped me lie. It was fun. It was the first time I had spoken to someone around my age who didn’t talk about video games, or bugs, or thought I was just a girl. He kinda felt like a grown up, and I liked him.

  Yep, I’m going to marry him when I’m older.

  That’s how I thought. That’s how simple and singular my thought process was. I think there is a spectrum for sociopaths and psychopaths. I know Ethan and I are somewhere on the far end of that spectrum. And even back then I knew he was the only one that would be able to understand me.

  He now got that I was the only one who could understand him.

  We were finally on the same fucking page. And how did we celebrate this?

  Fuckin
g.

  It was how we got high apparently. And we couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

  “Oh…ah…” I moaned out holding on to the kitchen sink as his cock slammed into my ass. The sound of our skin slapping against each other, the feeling of his hand as it squeezed my breasts, his teeth on my neck, how could I not moan? How could I not drool? God, he knew how to fuck.

  “I can’t hear you.” He spoke into my ear and I shivered. “Moan for me—”

  “Fuck me harder, then—” I slammed my hand down on the edge of the sink, my eyes rolling back in my head when he pulled nearly all the way out of me before ramming himself back in. I couldn’t hold on anymore, I felt that fire in the pit of my stomach.

  “Don’t you dare,” he sneered, biting my ear. “You come when I say so.”

  “Ethan,” I said, closing my eyes as I came.

  “Damn it!” he hissed, speeding up. His grip on me tightened before he cursed, coming in me again.

  We both slumped over slightly, his hand next to mine on the rim of the sink.

  “Io e te tre metri sopra il cielo, (You and I are three meters above the heavens.),” I whispered with a smile on my face.

  “Vuoi dire l'inferno, siamo sotterranei, ricordi? (You mean Hell, we are underground remember?),” he replied, kissing my shoulder as he pulled out of me slowly.

  I laughed, shaking my head as I turned on the faucet. “It’s from a movie. Tre Metri Sopra il Cielo, haven’t you seen it?”

  “I’m not one for movies.” He grabbed a small towel and held it under the hot water. I knew what he was going to do so I snatched it from him. If I let him wipe me down, we’d be fucking all over again and I was fucking hungry.

  He glared but didn’t say anything. He cleaned himself up before washing his hands and taking the breakfast I made before he had come in for a morning fuck and walked over to the dining table.

  “That’s going to have to change because I love movies,” I said as I grabbed more towels. “They teach me so much about normal people.”