Chapter Seventeen
“Fuck!” he screamed as he hit the steering wheel over and over. His fury matched the howling wind and sheets of rain as he drove away from Hailey’s house. The damn biker had to screw everything up. He’d planned the execution so carefully. He’d broken into her house a half hour after he’d seen her leave that morning. He wanted to get the feel of the layout and know which room was hers so when he came back later that night, he’d know right where to go. He’d unlocked the side window and spent the rest of the day anticipating what was to come.
By the time the day had ended, his whole body was tense with sexual current. Not daring to go home, he went to the diner for some dinner, but his heightened state dulled his appetite. Instead, he sat staring at the clock as it painfully edged toward seven: the time the flower shop closed.
Parked a few cars away, he waited patiently for her to close the shop and come out. Part of the fun in his game was to watch his prey before he pounced. He’d spotted her car by the park, and when it appeared that she was finally finishing up, he’d quickly headed that way and positioned himself behind the bushes. Then he’d waited until he heard the solitary echo of her shoes on the pavement. When she’d come into sight, he’d almost jumped her and dragged her into the safety of the bushes to have his way with her; he’d been that wound up. When her headlights turned out and he saw her terrified face, he almost lost it in his pants. The only thing stopping him was the anticipation of taking his time and torturing her for the rest of the night.
When he’d arrived at her house, he’d been surprised to see her still in her car. A short time later, he appeared, ruining everything. Hoping the biker had just come by for a visit, his craving for Hailey turned to pure rage when he’d seen the leather-clad man locking the window.
Weeks of stalking, fantasizing, and planning had disappeared. His body shook with anger and his hard-on throbbed painfully. Some would say he could just grab a random woman to work out his anger and sexual frustration on, but if he did that, it would only be worse. What made him tick before he attacked was the planning and stalking of his victim, and he’d invested quite a bit of time in Hailey Shilley.
I’m not letting all that go to waste. I know you’re going to be delicious. His lips turned up in a snarl as he turned onto his street. He was positive the biker would secure the house; he had that look of concern and determination on his face as he went from room to room. I’ll have to find another way to get to you. And I will get to you and enjoy every ounce of fear that’ll course through your body.
The garage door closed as he entered the kitchen. The house was dark and quiet. He opened the refrigerator and took out a small bottle of orange juice, downing it in one large gulp before throwing the empty container in the recycle bin. He ambled up the stairs and headed to the bedroom.
Pulling back the comforter, he slid between the cool sheets. He breathed in and out a few times, trying to relax so he could get some sleep. All his senses were still on high alert, and the frustration of a plan thwarted so completely chocked his nerves.
“You’re home early,” Trisha, his wife, said as she turned over on her side, her hand sliding down his bare arm.
“Change in shifts.” He scooted closer to the edge of the bed.
“The thunder’s been awful. It took me almost an hour to calm Kyle. You know how he is about rainstorms.” She moved closer to him, then pressed her lips against his shoulder. “Kyle’s fast asleep now, and Jade’s been in bed for over an hour. Let’s take advantage of it.”
“I’m not really feeling it.” His jaw tightened.
“You could’ve fooled me.” She laughed as she placed her hand on his semi-hard shaft.
That was for Hailey. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“I’ll let you use the handcuffs and spank me the way you like to. We just can’t be too loud on account of the kids.” She kissed him firmly on the lips.
He knew she’d keep bugging him about it. The truth was he couldn’t really get off with his wife. Even when she let him spank her and occasionally flog her ass, he knew she wasn’t scared of him even though she tried to fake it real well. He needed the rush of real fear: terror at its best for him and at its worst for the victims.
Turning toward her, he decided to play along. He watched as she pulled open the nightstand and took out the handcuffs. “Fuck me from behind. I like that.” She handed him the cuffs and went down on all fours. He restrained her arms behind her back, shoved her head and torso down on the mattress, and smiled when she pushed up on her knees, making her butt rise higher.
Staring at her, he no longer saw his wife’s blonde hair and lithe body. Instead he saw Hailey’s long, chestnut hair and rounded hips. In his mind, he pictured his knife skimming across her shivering flesh, fear etched in her face. Her striking blue eyes filled with terror.
“Not so hard!” Trisha gritted as he pummeled into her.
Before he could answer, he’d come hard. Panting heavily, he took off the cuffs, tossed them on the floor, then flopped on his back.
“What the hell was that all about?” Trisha sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her wrists.
“You wanted to get fucked so I fucked you.” The coldness in his voice even surprised him.
“You bastard.” She got up and went into the bathroom.
He rolled over and fell asleep.