The music began to play softly, filling the vast theater with its eerily seductive sound.
Emerson didn’t move, she continued to stare at me like she was in shock, her eyes bright with lust, her body tight and frozen. This wasn’t something I could help her fight through, she needed to do it herself. To find that part of her that she’d squashed and forced back since Sophie’s death.
I could tell she was battling with her demons, the ones that told her she shouldn’t feel good about causing another human the kind of pain she had seen us lay on Benny. Emerson needed to learn that feeding your demons was normal. People did it in different ways, some fed them with junk food, others with alcohol. I fed mine with blood.
The key was, to never let them control you. It was when people allowed their demons to control them that it led to things like addiction and drove people to the edge of insanity. These people didn’t just lose their minds, they lost a piece of themselves. And that’s what I was scared of.
Emerson had this burning in her gut that told her to bring pain upon those who had wronged her and her family. Those who had hurt her sister needed to feel her heartache and the way it tore her apart inside. She felt as though it was the only way she would feel normal again, like bringing this pain on them would make her feel like she’d found absolution.
That idea alone could be addicting.
It could steal away all of the innocence she once held, and turn her into a person she could barely recognize.
I had a plan though, this was it. She would use dance as a way to remind herself of who she was, and what truly was important in her life. Dance bled from her soul, it allowed her the freedom of expression and strength that she struggled with in other aspects of her life. It would free her, allow her to do what she needed to do to take her revenge for Sophie’s death and keep her head level above the murky waters.
I watched as she kicked off her shoes, letting them drop off the side of the stage with a thump. Her socks followed not long after, and she stood straighter, her eyes drifting closed as the music began to fill her. With a deep breath, she was moving. Her body swayed softly, her arms tight and perfectly positioned as she swept across the stage. Her feet left the floor, and for a moment I held my breath. It was almost as though she had wings, holding her in the air for a second longer than any normal human should.
The music built and her body caught the rhythm, fluidly moving from one position to another with ease and grace that I’d never before seen. She was beauty, encapsulated in a single form that stole your breath and threatened to never return it.
But I didn’t care.
I was captivated. Entranced by the turns and leaps, feeling like there was nothing else in the world at that point and time that mattered but her.
She was born to be on stage. And as selfish as I wanted to be, to keep these moments only for myself, she was born to be in front of an audience, sharing her gift with the world.
At the height of the music, my heart raced, thundering against my chest as though it may explode at any moment. And if it did, I can say I would happily go to hell with these last memories written in my brain.
Her breathing seemed untouched as if there was no effort used to make these incredible moves that sent her soaring and flipping like an Olympic gymnast. Her body told a story, one that for some reason, I felt was made for me. The shapes her body made, the way it flexed and flowed, had my cock stirring in my pants. She was sexy, incredibly so. With a dancer’s body that was slim, but firm and curvy, made for endurance.
I wanted to split her legs, twist her body in unnatural ways and fuck her until sunrise. I wanted to seek out the parts of her that were the most vulnerable and sensitive and tease and torment her while making her beg for more.
“Damn it,” I cursed under my breath as I pushed to my feet. The music ran to an end, slowly fading out, leaving her standing like a statue of Athena in the middle of the stage—the goddess of both wisdom and war.
I began to clap, the sound vibrating the air around us and filling the theater.
Emerson smiled, her face lighting up with a strange mixture of happiness and deviance. She walked to the edge of the stage, sitting down and hanging her legs over the edge. Her chest heaved and her skin glistened with a light sheen, her eyes watching me as though waiting for me to speak. She held a confidence she rarely showed. It pulled me in. My need to take this woman, who was so suddenly filled with fortitude, so strong.
“Hello? Someone here?” I heard a voice call out from the foyer.
Snatching her belongings off the floor, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the side. “I thought you knew someone,” she whispered as we rushed out the side of the hall and up a small staircase.
“That kid does the music here, he owed me for not slitting his throat a couple months back,” I explained in hushed tones as we hid in the wings of the stage.
“Are you saying you actually let someone go who had crossed you?”
I snorted, pushing her up against a wall at the side of the stage that was disguised by two curtains and placed my hand over her mouth. “Sometimes I see the value in being owed a debt over having to dispose of a body.”
“Hello,” the voice called out again. “This is the Brooklyn Police Department, anyone here?”
Our breathing was heavy, and I could feel her heart racing as I pressed my body against hers. I could hear the footsteps coming down the aisle, two officers chatting with each other as they looked around for offenders. For us.
I tucked my face into Emerson’s neck. My cock was still rock hard, and I knew she could feel it as I pressed against her. Having her in my arms was only making it worse, I could hear every excited breath, every quiver as I pressed my lips to her neck.
A moan, just soft enough for my ears caused her lips to vibrate against my hand. She melted against me as I moved it down over her jaw to her throat. Her eyes lit up, the stunning shade of blue sparkling in the light and flashing with need.
I could hear the officers moving around the theater, checking around corners and in hidden spaces.
“They’re going to catch us,” Emerson whispered, her voice shaking as my hand grazed down over her chest.
Leaning in, I allowed my lips to brush the softness of her cheek. They were still hot, her breathing a little heavy from her dance. “Then you better keep quiet because it would be rather unfortunate to have this beautiful theater stained with the blood of police officers.”
She inhaled sharply, but her eyes flashed, and she shook her head.
My hand slipped down her side, my fingers trailing over her arm. She was covered in goosebumps making her silky smooth skin feel strangely rough. When I reached the rim of her pants, I dipped my fingers inside the band and moved to the front, flicking the button open with my fingers.
“Angelo,” she whispered, her voice raspy.
Heavy footsteps came up the stairs to the wings of the stage, and a flashlight flicked on. “Y’all better come out now,” they called, but I didn’t stop.
I knew they couldn’t see us unless they walked directly past us and onto the stage. I looked up at Emerson, and she licked her lips as I slipped my hand down the front of her pants, tucking inside a lacy pair of panties. Holding back a groan, I gritted my teeth as I felt the smooth skin she had hidden away between her legs. “Fucking hell.”
My finger glided between her folds, flicking over her clit. Her mouth dropped open, but not a sound left her lips. She was so fucking wet, I gathered it on my finger and swirled it around her clit, loving the way her body jerked with each pass. With my free hand, I trailed it down her chest, brushing across her breasts where her lacy bra did nothing to hide her hardened nipples. Her hips began to grind against my hand as I thrust two fingers inside her tight wet hole.
The thump of heavy footsteps came closer, and her eyes met mine, wide with the fear of being caught. At this stage, I didn’t even fucking care. If anyone tried to stop me from fucking Emerson right now, I’d shoot the bastards while I pounded away inside her.
Just the thought had me so hard it was almost fucking painful.
Fuck.
I’m done.