Star

I feel like I’m burning. Like I’m melting. Everything pulsates inside me. Rebel kisses me between my thighs as he’d kiss my mouth. I’m embarrassed yet I want him to kiss me like this forever. I’m scared yet I crave more.

Rebel kisses my pussy again and an electric current surges through me. I can’t stand the tension building inside me. I want Rebel to take this away from me.

“Rebel,” I growl.

“I know, baby.”

He pushes a finger into my pussy and licks me. I need more. I need my forgetfulness, and I need it now. Rebel pushes two fingers into me and that gives me a deliriously pleasant pain. His mouth causes jolts of electricity to radiate from my pussy. My mind whirls. My muscles tense up. I explode.

As the haze in my head clears, I find myself on all fours. I feel Rebel’s two fingers pumping in and out of my pussy.

“Star, baby, I’m gonna put my three fingers into your sweet pussy, okay?”

“Okay.”

He pushes his fingers into me, and my pussy stings and burns. I feel stretched. My shoulders dip, and I want him to give me more.

He slides his fingers in and out as pain and pleasure mix inside me.

“Everything okay, Star?” He runs his palm up and down my lower back and then glides it over my ass.

I spread my knees wider for him. There’s no me, just the fever in my veins. My desire to fall down, speed into the consuming darkness.

“Fuck, Star, I could cum just watching you like this.”

He kisses my ass as his fingers make me feel insane. It’s like a torture, but I want it to last forever. And I want my release.

Rebel pulls his fingers out and shoves his cock into my pussy. The burning pain from his intrusion makes me gasp.

His fingers travel to my breast and he pinches my nipple. I gasp at the pain as my pussy clenches around his cock. My body starts trembling, and I can’t bear it any longer. I need my release or I’ll go mad.

Rebel growls. “Fuck, baby. You’re wonderful.”

He gathers my hair on the back of my neck and winds it around his hand, pulling my head up. He slides his cock in and out, deeper and deeper until I’m all pain and then I’m all bliss, nothing more. I disintegrate. I scream. I black out for a split second.

Rebel

I kiss her shoulder. I stroke her head. Her body is still trembling in the aftermath of her orgasm, her eyes imperceptive. My body is so pleasantly relaxed after I’ve had my orgasm.

“Not too rough, Star?”

“Your voice is hurting my brain. Go away.”

Her demand breaks my heart, but I move away from her and grab my jeans. She needs silence and solitude.

I slide into my jeans, walk out of the room and sit on the floor.

The sex was amazing. The memory of her little cunt taking my three fingers and then stretched on my cock causes a thrill of desire to fill my veins. I don’t want more in life, just my little bird in my arms with her legs splayed for me. She’s my every fantasy, my every need, my one and only love. I want to have her in every way. Yep, every hole filled by my cock.

A tall figure emerges from the dark of the farther end of the corridor, and I recognise it as Tyler.

“How’s your honeymoon, lover-boy?” he asks as we shake hands.

“Good.”

“We’re setting off tomorrow. Be ready around noon.”

“Tomorrow? Where?”

“To the mountains? To build your dream little house, remember?”

“So soon?”

“The seller was in desperate need of money.” He grins at me. “There’s a nice cabin near the plot so you two will have some space.”

Star walks out of the room, wrapped in a blanket. My dick twitches in my pants at the thought that she may be naked under that blanket.

Tyler abducts her into his embrace and kisses both her cheeks. She growls and slaps him on the arm.

“Yeah, I deserve it,” he says, unconcerned. “You’re not in the mood, right? I like not being touched sometimes too.”

Star beams at him, and I have the impression that she likes him.

“So, tomorrow at noon,” Tyler says.

We settle ourselves on the floor, Star’s back against my chest. Two hotel guests pass us and shoot us consternated glances.

Tyler’s jaw muscles twitch, and I see he wants to talk to me.

“The sheriff likes you very much, Tyler,” Star says unexpectedly.

Tyler looks at her with wide eyes. “She told you this?”

“No,” Star says. “But I watched you… I mean I just glanced at you. She looks like she likes you. Like Daisy when she’s with Mike.”

Emotion paints Tyler’s face for a moment, and I see hope in his eyes.

Fuck me. The guy is madly in love with the sheriff.

I kiss Star’s head. “Sleeping beauties like you need plenty of sleep. Go have some rest.” I kiss her neck. “So you can be even more beautiful for me tomorrow.”

She giggles as though she’s just received a beautiful present.

“Yeah, all the beauties of the world need to sleep a lot,” Tyler says.

“I’ll join you in an hour,” I say.

“In half an hour,” Tyler says.

Star scrambles to her feet and disappears into our room.

“Ashley,” Tyler starts and tosses back his shoulder-length brown hair.

“As a sheriff, she needs a man she can respect. And she has kids, you know. She has to think about them first.”

“I thought so.” He nods several times. “I like kids. Wanted to take her kids out to the playground, but she was mad. Wanted to take her out to the cinema. But she was even madder.” He props his elbows on his knees and sinks his fingers into his hair. “I’m done with women. It’s been for a while, you know, but she hasn’t noticed.”

“Try with the kids again.”

“I will.” He nods. “You and Star okay?”

“More than okay.”

“Life is short, you know. It’s worth to be happy in life.”

We remain silent for a moment then Tyler rises to his feet and extends his arm to shake hands.

“See you tomorrow,” he says.

“See you.”

We part; I enter my room and strip. Star rolls on her other side as I lie down beside her.

“Take your pyjama set off, Star.”

I need her naked beside me every night. She won’t need her pyjama sets. Ever.

Star wiggles out of her vest and shorts, and I pull her naked body to mine.

“We sleep naked,” I say. “Always.”

“But… once a month…” Her voice falters. “Women…”

“We’re going to have a baby, Star. You won’t need your sanitary pads for a very long time.”

We kiss and my dick demands to be inside her again. I turn her over on her back and crawl on top of her. I enter her gently and bury myself inside her to the hilt in three thrusts. Star moans as her eyes flutter. We fuck slowly. Her hands rest against my buttocks and she squeezes them.

“My girl is naughty,” I rasp and pick up the pace.

Her body rocks beneath mine, so beautifully receptive to mine. Her smell wakes my dark instincts. I wrap her thigh around my hip and go as deep as I can. Star whimpers and shivers, her lips seeking mine. Our mouths in unison, we fuck to the point of exhaustion.

As I drop off to sleep, I feel united with the universe for a split second; I understand life. I touch the depths of love. I know Star and I are meant for each other. A second passes and blackness cuts me off from reality.

Star

Rebel packs our bags as I make a braid of my hair. Soon, we’re standing in front of Chaviva. Two expensive cars are parked near the boys’ bikes.

Athena’s talking to Rebel, and he seems to be a bit cross with her. He nods at her though. Tyler’s talking to his mom and they look like they’re arguing, and I need the toilet again. I’m so nervous. And excited. Rebel and I will have a little house in the mountains. My dreams have come true.

I shake his arm. “Rebel?”

He kisses my temple. “Star?”

“I need the toilet.”

“Sure.” He pats my ass. “Go and hurry.”

A woman passes me in the opposite direction as I walk into the hotel. A man passes me. He looks young, but somehow scary. I shrink into myself and dart upstairs to use the toilet.

Rebel told me we’d live in the mountains forever. I can’t wait to move into our house. Only me and him. Maybe we will have a baby soon. I want to have a baby with him very badly.

A tingle runs down my spine at the memory of our sex.

I enter the bathroom. I pee, wash my hands and smooth my braid.

Rebel said I was beautiful. He said he loved me.

I love him more than anything.

My eyes travel to the holes after the fork on the back of my hand. Something squeezes my throat. Rebel didn’t tell me off. He wasn’t angry at all.

He was normal. I wasn’t. I’m a freak. What if he gets tired of me? My heart feels like a freezing hand is crushing it.

I need to call Daisy. She’ll know what to do. She always knows what to do and never lies to me.

I dig my hand into my clutch bag and my fingers close around my phone. I walk out of the bathroom and bounce off a tall figure.

“Sorry,” I say.

Rebel

I stride along the corridor and call out to her once again. “Star, baby, where are you? We need to go. Everybody’s waiting for us.”

It’s been half an hour since I saw her for the last time. Tyler catches up with me.

“I’ve checked the attic and the library,” he says and shakes his head.

My heart pounds in my chest. “She must be somewhere. That’s just a stupid hotel not some fucking black hole. People just don’t vanish like this.”

“The hotel is big. She must be lost somewhere. We’ll find her. Don’t worry, brother.”

“Maybe she freaked out or something.”

Tyler squeezes my shoulder. “We’ll find her.”

I move through the maze of corridors once again, knocking on the doors, asking the hotel guests about Star and nothing.

A feeling stirs on the edge of my consciousness. Something is very wrong.

Two hours later, panic strangles my throat. There’s no trace of Star as though she really has vanished. All the club members are searching for her—I can hear the echoes of their commands. Tyler calls Ashley.

He moves towards the small burial ground separated from the garden by a high stone wall and talks to the sheriff for fifteen minutes then grabs my arm and drags me towards where our bikes are parked.

“Tyler, you fucking—“

“Let’s go.”

There’s something about the tone of his voice that I fall silent and jump on my bike. We roar across the town centre and park in front of the sheriff’s office. Ashley is waiting for us in the doorway. She waves her hand, turns around and leads us to a small room with a desk and metal furniture. Two photos of her kids stand on the windowsill.

“Sit down,” she says, her face white like there’s no blood in her veins.

A wrinkle forms between her eyes as we drop into two chairs.

“What’s going on?” I rasp. “My wife—“

“Nobody knows,” Ashley starts. I don’t like the sharp tinge in her voice.  “I didn’t know until an hour ago. The Feds have sent me some papers.” She takes a deep breath as her eyes slide over the magnolia walls before she fixes them on me. “There may be a serial killer in our area.”

“There may be the fuck what?” I explode.

“They found a body twenty miles away from here,” Ashley continues. “It looks like the job of the same scumbag who killed four women three hundred miles away from here.”

I feel dizzy. “No. She’s just hiding somewhere.”

“I’m sure, but I’m going to start searching for her as if it is him,” Ashley says.

Her words drill into my brain and stab my heart. Strip me of oxygen. Fill me with primal fear.

I feel so helpless I rise to my feet and slam my fist on the wall. My fingers start bleeding. I want to exit the office and kill every man that looks suspicious. I want Star to walk into this office and cling to me like nothing has happened. The uncertainty about her is killing me.

“You think…” Tyler says.

“I fucking don’t know what to think,” Ashley says.

“She’s somewhere in the hotel,” Tyler says as his voice cracks.

“I hope so,” Ashley says. “But I’m sending my two men to look for her anyway.” She huffs out. “You haven’t heard that from me. But if we find that scumbag I want you to get rid of him. Forever. Some place no one can find him. As always.”

Tyler salutes her. “I’ll talk to my dad.”

“You’d better,” Ashley says. She takes a badge out of the drawer and gives it to Tyler. “In case the Feds started sniffing around you—you are my second in command. I don’t want more shit in town, you know. Nominate two more officers. I’ll take care of everything else.” She puts her hands on the back of her neck. “And don’t spread panic in town. I need to think about it before it goes to the public.”

Tyler attaches the badge to his cut and grips my arm. A fog fills my head and my feet feel spongy. My stomach constricts as nausea surges through me. Tyler drags me out of the office. I take a sharp breath. My mind detaches.

“I’m gonna rip his throat out,” I say, “with my bare hands.”