Justin
Eva’s fallen priest was in a hurry today, unlike yesterday morning when he had taken the time to bend her over the arm of her own couch and fuck her until she screamed. Father Jamie Curran hadn’t been worried about celebrating Mass nor had he been thinking about his parishioners as he sunk into her over and over again.
Watching Eva through her large bay window, her tits bouncing with each punishing thrust, I had become so fucking hard and had almost missed my chance. But I shouldn’t have been too worried. The way Father Curran had looked at Eva at that coffee house and again at Christmas Eve Mass like she was his possession, I knew that Eva wasn’t some mindless fuck to him. And that meant he would be back for more.
It was difficult to admit that Eva had surprised me. I knew that it was just a matter of time before Eva would dump that guy Kevin, but I hadn’t expected her to move on so quickly, especially not with her stepbrother the priest. Kevin had been too good for her. The poor schmuck had sent her flowers to work on numerous occasions, had stopped by her office with dinner on those nights she had worked late, all the while looking at her like she was the only woman in the world. And how did she repay him? She moved on. Because that was what women like her did. No one would be good enough for her.
Unfortunately, I knew her kind. I had intimate knowledge of the inner workings of Eva Burke because I had been raised by a woman who could have very well been her twin. My mother had been an insatiable woman, a bitch who was never satisfied, no matter how hard her husband and children had tried to please her. I would never forget how smug she had looked when my dad and I had come back from a Phillies baseball game earlier than we had anticipated, mainly because I had thrown up from eating too much junk, and discovered her in bed with her boss. My dad had just looked on, speechless. The cunt didn’t apologize or appear ashamed of what she had exposed her then ten-year-old son to, even when I burst into tears and fled the bedroom.
She had filed for divorce the very next day. Because she had been an attorney, she knew the system and had bled every penny out of my dad, even though she had been the one who had cheated. Katherine and I had been forced to live with her the majority of the time, leaving us with just the weekends to see our heartbroken dad. With my dad out of the house, her taunting, the verbal abuse, only got worse. My dad was no longer there to act as a buffer and protect us when my mother went on one of her tirades. If she wasn’t calling Katherine a doormat or a fucking disgrace for not wanting to pursue a career that would make her millions, then she was accusing me of being weak like my spineless father, a pathetic joke, a man who no woman would ever be able to respect.
And then one day I found that spineless man facedown in bed.
According to the police and the medical professionals who had worked on him for almost an hour, my dad had died from cardiac arrest as a result of an overdose. At least he had left a note. I wouldn’t have to go on wondering why a man who had rarely drank and had never taken anything stronger than a Tylenol had ingested a lethal cocktail of pills and alcohol. In his own handwriting, he had admitted that he didn’t want to live without his wife, the wife who had cheated on him and had verbally assaulted her children for years.
I had wanted to be angry at my dad for being so weak, for letting a soulless woman drive him to suicide. But I couldn’t be. Because I had needed every ounce of my anger, every single drop if I was going to seek the justice we all deserved. And six months later I had the pleasure of witnessing such an event. I would have preferred not to have waited to kill the woman who had given birth to me, but I had needed the time to research the best and most efficient method . . . one that could not be traced back to me. Potassium chloride had ended up being my poison of choice. A few drops in her morning coffee and the whore had dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. When I was satisfied that she was dead, I had rinsed her coffee mug thoroughly and returned it to the kitchen cabinet. I then retrieved another mug with my gloved hand, filled it three-fourths of the way with the leftover coffee from the machine, coffee that hadn’t been tampered with, and walked over to my mother. I had crouched down, grabbed her hand and forced her to grip the mug. Confident that her fingerprints were on the mug, I had stood and set the mug on the kitchen table. I didn’t bother to wipe my prints from the rest of the kitchen, as I lived there full time. I simply removed my gloves, tucked them away into the bin in the hallway closet, the one where we kept our winter hats, scarves, and gloves, and left for school. Katherine would find her within the hour when she awoke. Which was perfect. Since Katherine had no idea what I had been planning, she had been shocked at the horrific discovery. Being the kindhearted but beaten down girl that she was, thanks to my mother, Katherine had cried for that cunt, mourned her, sobbed as she held our mother’s lifeless hand, so much so that no policeman or detective could question her innocence.
Just as I had hoped, the medical examiner discovered large amounts of potassium in her blood and attributed those elevated levels to sudden cardiac death. As far as the world knew, my mother had died from natural causes while enjoying her morning coffee when she suffered a fatal heart attack, not severe heart arrhythmias caused by a potassium chloride overdose.
I looked down at the box in my lap and admired the green bow I had picked out. It wasn’t emerald, but an earthy moss-like green, the same shade as Eva’s eyes. I pictured those sexy eyes of hers widening as she unveiled my gift. Would her lips part as her breath escaped her, leaving her speechless? My cock ached at the thought of making her feel helpless and humbled. I longed for that moment, the moment Eva Burke knew she had been outplayed.
And after months of waiting, of being shot down by that bitch on a weekly basis, I saw that the end was near. See, everyone had skeletons. It had just been a matter of time that I unearthed hers. But what I hadn’t seen coming was her handing me over the evidence so easily.
I feathered my fingertips over the silk bow and smiled. How did she think that she was going to win? She may have scored a few points by nailing those archdiocesan priests to the wall on multiple accounts of child abuse, but they wouldn’t be enough to secure the partnership I had been seeking since the first day I had joined Banks and Lowenstein . . . especially after the partners learned that one of their attorneys was screwing a Catholic priest. Banks and Lowenstein wouldn’t want that negative press. A scandal like that would severely damage their pristine reputation, and as much as it pained me to admit it, Eva was smart enough to realize that.
I waited until Father Curran’s car rounded the corner and disappeared from view before I exited my vehicle. With present in hand, I ascended her front steps and rang the doorbell. I had just seen Father Curran leave, so I knew she had to be home. I rang the doorbell for a second time. I heard movement from within, and then footsteps approached from the other side of the door. My heart quickened as I envisioned Eva’s reaction to my gift, and I gripped the box tighter. The door swung open, revealing a woman who I wanted to both strangle and fuck.
“Justin?” Eva asked, clutching her robe at her breasts. Her hair was in disarray, as if someone, or some priest to be precise, had just finished fisting it as he fucked her. “What . . . what are you doing here?” Her eyes darted back and forth as she stood there barefoot.
“Good morning to you too,” I said with a smile.
She looked over my shoulder and then met my eyes. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting anyone,” she said, her voice shaky.
I couldn’t be certain why she seemed so uneasy, but I assumed it was because she had almost been caught with her lover and stepbrother priest. “I stopped by to give you a Christmas present,” I said, letting myself into her foyer. I heard the door shut behind me and I smiled to myself.
“Um . . . Justin, that’s so nice of you, but really, it’s not necessary.” She hugged her robe tighter to her body. My gaze only lingered briefly at her long bare legs before it landed on the two pieces of luggage next to the front door.
“Still heading to Stone Harbor for a few days?” I asked.
“Yes. I was . . .” Her eyes narrowed as she cut herself off. “How did you know that I would be home this morning? I told you at Christmas Eve Mass that I was planning to leave yesterday.”
I both loved and loathed the fact that her mind was always churning. “Well, when I stopped by yesterday morning to give you your present and saw that you had company, I thought maybe your plans had changed.” I watched her digest my words, took enjoyment when her eyes widened. It was beautiful to watch. “You really should keep your curtains drawn, Eva. You never know when someone may just drop on by.”
“You spied on me?” Her shock mutated to anger, which only spurred me on.
“That wasn’t my intention initially. I really had come to give you a Christmas gift, not the one I’m holding actually because after what I had witnessed, I had been inspired to return it and give you this instead.” I offered her the gift, but the gesture only made her take two steps back.
“What are you really doing here?” she asked.
I was familiar with the harsh bite in her voice, as I had heard it in the courtroom on more than one occasion. “I came to give you a present, sweetheart. Why don’t you open it?” Again I offered her the gift. But this time she didn’t back away. Instead she chose to stare at the box in my hands, study it as she tried to imagine what could be inside. “I think you’ll enjoy them as much as I have.” Maybe I was stretching the truth a little. She wouldn’t appreciate them like I had last night and again, this morning in the shower. Her eyes drifted from the present to my face. The fury in her gaze told me that I had her.
“Then by all means.” She walked over and swiped the gift from my hands, triggering a rush of adrenaline to flood my veins. This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. The moment when the great almighty Eva Burke fell from her pedestal. With bated breath I watched her set the gift down on the foyer table. As she lifted the lid I felt my cock twitch. Her eyes zeroed in on the contents within the box, but her hands didn’t move or attempt to pick up each incriminating photo like I had envisioned would happen. “I’m curious. Who were you thinking about when you were ‘enjoying’ these? Me or Jamie?” she asked, her voice smug.
It took everything I had not to rush over and snuff the life out of her. I could do it. I was capable of it. But it would get back to me. And killing her, as much as the thought intrigued me, was not my endgame. “I assure you that it was your tits and your sweet ass that I jerked off to as recently as this morning. Father Curran’s cock does nothing for me.”
“What do you want?”
“The same thing I have wanted for months now. I want to make partner. Which means you need to go away.”
“Go away?”
“Leave the firm or your priest’s life will be ruined. What do you think his superiors would say? His parishioners? If they got their hands on these photos?” I reached into the box and found the photo of Father Curran gripping Eva’s waist as he pumped into her. Eva had been looking over her shoulder and staring at Father Curran like he was some fucking god. “Nothing says step-sibling love like this one.”
She snatched the photo from my fingers and threw it back in the box. “So you’ll resort to blackmail to make partner? You’ll commit a felony because you’re unable to secure the partnership on your own merit?”
I felt my face redden and my fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to punish her smart mouth. I wanted to see her struggle to breathe. I wanted to see her body quake on the floor as her muscles spasmed out of control. I wanted her dead. I wanted to fuck her. Her mouth, her pussy, that tight ass.
“That’s not all I want, Eva.”
Her cocky grin faded. “You sick bastard,” she said through gritted teeth. “I’ll never sleep with you!”
“Resign from Banks and Lowenstein and agree to sleep with me, or I will flood every social media outlet with these photos and alert Father Curran’s superiors of his actions. His life will be over, and your career will surely suffer.” Her face was one of stone, which pissed me the hell off. I wanted her broken. I wanted her to beg and plead for me not to expose her lover and damage her career, a career that she had no business pursuing in the first place. I wanted her to submit and grovel. But that would come. The next time we were face-to-face she would do all those things and more. “Eva, I think you need time to process this, and lucky for you I’m willing to give it to you. You have two days.” I flashed her a smile and left.