Sick Twisted Minds (Cruel Black Hearts Book 3)

by Candace Wondrak

  “Take off your clothes,” I ordered, watching as Stella spun to face me. Lincoln stood behind me; I could hear his breath turn ragged, so I knew the precise moment his dick started hardening in his pants. His dick seemed to come semi-erect always and needed little help to get there.

  Stella was no longer the hesitant woman she was the first time I’d taken her home. I could still remember that night as if it was yesterday—the way she’d turned and given me her back, as if she thought I really wanted to stare at her ass as she took off her clothes. Granted, she had a nice ass, but the front was my favorite. Her flat stomach, her breasts, her sex. All of it.

  I wanted all of it bared before me.

  The woman was a damned tease, wriggling her lithe body out of her clothes. She’d never put on a bra after her session with Lincoln, so the moment her shirt was up and over her head, they sprung free, magnificent and round, her nipples already hard, pointed pebbles. Next came her leggings, and apparently she’d put on no underwear, either. She kicked her clothes to the side, stretching out her fingers, waiting for my next command.

  Who the hell was I trying to kid? As soon as she stood before me, utterly naked, my cock pressed against my pants, ready to pop out and stand at attention, much like how she was doing to me.

  I lifted a finger, gesturing for her to come to me. When she took her first step, I shook my head. “On your knees,” I clarified, watching with a lustful heart as Stella dropped to her knees with no hesitation, no arguments. Just a willing, eager participant in the game we played. My dick ached, needing to be released soon.

  Stella crawled to me, her mismatched eyes turned upward as she paused before me, less than half a foot away from my throbbing dick, as she awaited my next instruction. Her cheeks were already flushed, her body warm just from thinking about it. She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen, and I had her on her knees.

  I motioned to my crotch, letting the action speak for itself.

  Stella reached for the button first, undoing it so slowly it was sheer agony. When her slim fingers reached toward the zipper, I stopped her, swatting her hands aside. “Your mouth,” I said, grinning. “Use those teeth.”

  The instant the words fell unto Stella’s ears, she did as she was told. She fumbled a bit at first, but the moment her front teeth connected with the zipper and started to pull it down, a jolt of excitement raced through me. I literally could not wait to have her under me.

  She pulled my pants down, helped me out of my boxers, and my dick was all too eager. It nearly smacked her in the face when she helped me out of the clothes. Smiling, she looked up at me, past my cock, and I felt the urge to do a Lincoln—shove it in her mouth and face-fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

  Hmm…maybe I would.

  I touched her cheek, swiping her wild, unkempt hair to the side. Now that her diet was better, her hair was fuller, shinier. She didn’t look like a crazy cat lady anymore. And she wasn’t crazy. She was…complicated. I couldn’t imagine what was going on inside her mind, what imbalance might’ve led her down her rabbit hole. I was just a plain, old psychopath with no empathy.

  Well, maybe I had a little. Just for Stella and Lincoln. No one else. Everyone else could just fuck off.

  My hand dropped to my side, and I said, “Take me in your mouth.”

  Stella was eager to please me, and she took my length in without a problem. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and I let out a groan as pleasure overtook my every nerve. She started to bob along me, doing all of the work—something I knew Lincoln never let her do. He was always the one to bury his fingers in her hair, to thrust his hips and push his cock deeper into her throat. Here, with me, she took the reins, only because I handed them to her.

  Lincoln moved beside me, standing less than a foot away. I must’ve been too focused on the feeling of her wet mouth around my dick, for I’d neglected to realize he had worked himself out of his clothes, too. He now stood, totally erect, with the tip of his cock pointed at Stella. She paid him no attention, which I could applaud her for.

  However…it would be ridiculously hot to watch her move back and forth between us, wouldn’t it?

  Though it was difficult for me to form any words while she sucked me off, I managed to breathe out, “Take Lincoln in your mouth now.”

  Stella was slow to pull herself off me, her lips making a gentle popping noise as she glanced up at me, probably wondering if I was serious. Of course I was. I never joked when it came to this sort of stuff. I could tell Lincoln wanted to grab her, force himself inside, but I wouldn’t let him. I shot him a look, a glare that stopped him cold.

  “Lincoln will stand there and take whatever you give him,” I said, to which Lincoln just cocked his head and lifted a single brow, as if wordlessly asking, will I?

  He would. Or he would get no more of Stella tonight.

  Lincoln’s eyes closed the moment Stella moved before him, placing her mouth on his tip. He let out a guttural sound when she took him in. I watched, overseeing my design, feeling the familiar aching in my balls. I wanted to come so badly, wanted to spray my seed all over the back of Stella’s head. I wanted to come right now—but I wouldn’t. I would hold back and watch, and when I got tired of watching, I would make that pretty mouth return to me and suck me dry.

  So I watched, refraining from touching myself. It was difficult, because it was what I normally did while the other two were occupied, but I knew my release would be that much sweeter.

  I could tell she was working Lincoln well. His hands clenched into knuckles, as if he was doing everything in his power not to grab her and take her like he wanted. Sweat formed on his bare chest, his flesh turning pink just a bit.

  Perhaps I was a little cruel when I smiled and said, “Back to me.” She returned to me, eagerly taking me back into her sweet, wet mouth.

  Lincoln glowered at me, but I paid him no mind. His dick stood ready, slick with her saliva. He’d have to wait until I came, this time. This time, I wanted everything to be about me. Was that so wrong?

  It did not take long for Stella’s expert mouth work to push me over the edge. My hips started moving of their own accord as I felt the pressure building. My balls tightened, and I felt the pressure give way to my release. Cum shot into her mouth, and just like I knew she would, she swallowed every single drop.

  She pulled off me, giving me an easy smile. I would never tire of her smiles—they used to be such rare, elusive creatures. Maybe cooking for her, getting her back on her meds while she was unaware of it, was helping her more than I knew. Maybe those pills were the reason she acted more…normal now. More alive. Less like an emotionless robot.

  Stella was about to move back to Lincoln, but I pulled her back, practically dragging her along, throwing her to the bed. “Not this time,” I muttered, tossing Lincoln a look over my shoulder as I worked to tie her up.

  “You’re fucking kidding,” the other man growled, his expression darkening. Not once had I ever made him wait before. I was always eager to watch him take Stella, and our conquests before that—but for some reason, I wanted to make him suffer a bit, too.

  Call me cruel. Call me sadistic. Call me vile. The look he sent me only made my smile deepen. Was it so wrong that I wanted his balls to ache and his dick to throb?

  All I could do was give him a shrug as I positioned myself before Stella. With her legs spread wide open and her wrists held above her head, she was a simple kind of perfection, already slick and wet between her legs. I could see her glistening. I ran my fingers along her slit, the motion easy thanks to her arousal.

  “Tell me this is all for me,” I whispered, meeting her eyes. “All for me, and none for Lincoln.” The man muttered something about how he was going to kill me, and I just laughed, knowing Lincoln would never do anything of the sort. We were like brothers, in a strange and sick way, and this was our life. This was our woman.

  And right now, she was all mine.

  Stella nodded. “It’s all for you,” she
said, even though we both knew it was a lie. The slickness between her legs, the arousal coating her sex, was for the both of us.

  Her words were all I needed. I pushed inside of her, a moan fighting its way up my throat as I felt her pussy clench around my cock. God, she felt fucking amazing. It was a sensation I would never tire of. Never. Years could pass, and I would still be as smitten with Stella as I was today. My thrusting nearly stopped when I realized something.

  Love.

  I was pretty sure I loved this woman.

  “What’s wrong?” Stella asked, her voice husky.

  I met her stare, chose to look into the blue eye. Its color was not dissimilar to mine, and I wondered if she felt something similar when she gazed at me. Was she capable of love? Was I? Was Lincoln? We were all cruel, cold, and sick. There was nothing about us that society would deem worthy, nothing anyone would want to save.

  We were all monsters in our own way; maybe that was why we were so drawn to each other. Our monsters recognized each other before we did, and as much as people like us could care about someone else, we did for each other. It was something I wanted to say aloud, but I was unsure of whether the correct words would come. I’d probably sound stupid, so I kept my mouth shut, not saying anything.

  My only answer to her was the new, fast and hard speed my hips took, so rough she cried out. The sounds she made…I both wanted to hear more and I wanted to strangle the sound before it came out. The latter won, my left hand wrapping around her throat, holding her down and squeezing as I fucked her.

  Stella’s eyes fluttered shut, and I knew she liked taking my pain as much as my pleasure.

  No matter what ended up happening with Killian, no matter how she reacted when she knew the truth—none of it mattered. She would be mine regardless.

  Chapter Three - Killian

  I was on my way in to work, driving along while humming to whatever song was on the radio, when my phone rang. It seemed early for any sort of call, so I picked it up without looking at the caller ID.

  What a mistake that was.

  “Killian,” a familiar yet chilling voice spoke on the other end. Edward. How different he sounded when he was talking to me, as compared to how he sounded when he spoke to Stella. Even though I’d faced him down, tried to kill him, and pretty much got off scot-free, I still wasn’t a huge fan of the guy.

  I sort of hated him and Lincoln, for they’d almost succeeded in taking Stella away from me, but they didn’t, so I had to be nice. For her.

  “Edward,” I spoke his name slowly, dragging it out. The simple taste of his name on my tongue was not something I liked. If I could go my entire life without saying his name aloud again, it would still be too soon. “To what pleasure do I owe this call?” It was the first time he’d ever called me, and I knew enough to know how he got my number—our beautiful, lovely, unique Stella.

  “Stella is going to suggest we all have dinner together,” he said, and I was lucky I was already at a stoplight, able to shut my mind off for a second as I let what he said sink in. “And you’re going to agree.”

  If Stella truly wanted us all to get together, of course I would agree. For him to suggest otherwise made me sound like a dick, and I was trying insanely hard to not be a dick anymore. It was a lot more difficult than I imagined it would be.

  “What makes you think she wants us all to have dinner?” I asked, the light above me turning green.

  Edward grumbled, “She mentioned it last night.”

  Right. Because she’d been with them last night. I had been doing my best not to think about it, not to ruminate over her while I knew she was with them, because I knew what kinky shit they got up to. But then, I supposed I shouldn’t really judge them, as I had two bodies in my house currently, both in the freezer now. Callie had started to reek too badly, her decaying skin rapidly getting worse as the days wore on, now that she was no longer underground.

  I really should do something about them…or at the very least about John. His friends had been blowing up his phone, so I wiped it as best as I could, and then chucked it in a river a few hours away from town.

  “Did she?” I asked. “Did she mention why she wants us together?”

  “Probably to try to make us get along, which will never happen.”

  I could not agree more. Edward and Lincoln were not my type of people, even if their hands were as bloody as mine. “Well, don’t get your panties in a twist. I’ll be sure to be on my best behavior. For Stella.”

  “As will we,” Edward muttered, not sounding too enthusiastic about it himself. I couldn’t blame him. This dinner would be hell. “But, I think…” There was a pause, and I waited patiently as I turned into the Tribune’s small parking lot, parking in the same spot I always did. “I think it’s time.”

  Such a vague statement. “Time for what?” I asked before realizing it. I felt my stomach sink; I knew this day was coming, but I had hoped…well, fuck. I wasn’t sure what I hoped. Maybe that it would all just roll over, that we could go on as we were and not dredge up the past.

  How naive and stupid of me.

  I turned off my car, leaning back in my seat. “Should I show her—”

  “No, no more showing her bodies. We all know how the last one turned out,” Edward cut in quickly. I had to agree with him there. Showing her John had not gone how I wanted, but Sandy? Even though I wasn’t beside her, I could see the joy on her face as she gazed at Sandy’s lifeless body. My meticulous work on her back had not gone to waste. The cops might’ve gotten sick and had nightmares over it, but Stella was awed, as she should be. Hell, even I was awed when I took a step back and studied my handiwork.

  I was fucking good.

  “No, I think it’s time we show her the pills,” Edward said. “Try to get her to remember. I…she hasn’t brought up Callie in a while, and I just—I want her to know the truth. I’m tired of hiding it from her.”

  “Even if hiding it might be for her own good?” I offered, not sure how Stella would take the news. How did you take finding out that you killed your roommate, your best friend, and you’ve been imagining her still living and breathing for the last few months? I couldn’t say it’s a situation I’d been in before.

  It was a little while before Edward whispered, “Yes.”

  I could tell by the tone in his voice that he didn’t make this decision lightly. He wanted what was best for her, as did I. We both cared about this woman, even if we were two very different types of killers ourselves. “Alright. Just let me know how you want to go about this.”

  “Will do,” Edward said, and then he hung up.

  Sliding the phone into my pocket, I got out of my car. I strolled to the Tribune’s door as I swirled the key ring around my finger. Maybe the dinner wouldn’t be too bad, as long as we all focused on Stella and not each other.

  After unlocking the front door, I walked into the building, flicking on the lights. I really didn’t do much as manager, I suppose, just made sure everyone else did their work. I hadn’t hired anyone to replace Sandy yet, mostly because the few employees who’d divvied up Sandy’s workload hadn’t complained yet. They were after higher raises when their yearly reviews came up, I knew. I wasn’t going to stop them.

  Within ten minutes, I had coffee brewing and was at my desk, booting up my computer. It was an older desktop, something that needed an upgrade. The blasted thing took nearly ten minutes to fully boot up. It was like a fucking dinosaur, but almost everything about the Tribune was old. The way we printed, how we formatted. Hell, before I took over this job, the damned thing didn’t even have a website. That had been the first thing I’d changed. Granted, I hired a web designer and did none of the work myself, but still, I considered it a win.

  Employees had started showing up around eight, pulling out whatever it was they were working on. With the whole Angel Maker thing taking hold of the town and everyone’s minds, we didn’t have our weekly meetings like we used to. Things had changed, and beside the whole Stella
thing, I wasn’t sure if they changed for better or not.

  I was on my second cup of coffee, pouring it into my world’s best boss mug when I heard the front door open. I glanced over, expecting it to be another employee—I nearly dropped my steaming hot mug when I saw that it wasn’t.

  It was an older man, somewhere in his fifties or early sixties. In shape, for his age. Tan skin, like he went on a lot of vacations. That, or he was recently somewhere warmer, sunnier; somewhere like Florida. Grey hair, slicked back in a way that screamed combover. He wasn’t an intimidating fellow, hugely inconspicuous. The kind of man who could blend in anywhere he went because there was nothing special about him.

  Except for the badge I knew that sat in his wallet.

  Perry. From the fucking FBI.

  I knew him because I’d talked to him before. The moment the FBI had come into town, the instant they’d finished looking at crime scene photos and all of the gathered evidence—or should I say, the lack of evidence—he’d come to talk to me. After talking to Stella.

  Why the hell was he here again? There was nothing new to investigate. No new bodies. For all intents and purposes, the Angel Maker had left town. Hmm…that actually gave me an idea. Kill two birds with one stone and all that. Make it look like the Angel Maker had moved on, and deal with John’s body.

  Callie’s corpse…I still wasn’t quite sure what to do with hers, but one thing at a time.

  Everyone stopped what they were doing the moment Perry walked in. They’d remember him, as it wasn’t too long ago he’d been here, questioning me. They’d all had their fill of gossip that morning, after he’d taken Stella out to lunch and then came back to talk to me. I had no idea why he was here again, but I’d find out.

  I walked to the front of the building, moving past the desks as I sipped my coffee. “Perry,” I said, giving him a smile. “What brings you here?” I offered my free hand, which he shook. His grip was strong; he made sure I knew it, and I made sure I didn’t shrink and cower. I had nothing to hide.