Jeremy
I see Carrie’s lower lip trembling in the rearview mirror and I have to grip the wheel tighter, thinking about how I’d like to be scraping that lip between my teeth and running my tongue over her lips. “Don’t bother screaming,” I tell her. I don’t know if she wants to. She was about to try the door and never even got a chance to notice it was locked.
Since I saw her, I’ve ached to claim her. Now, I have her trapped, and instead of thinking about the things I want to do to her, my mind is reeling at what her thoughts might be. I’m excellent at reading people but I’m not certain that I can discern her reaction.
I assess her as I drive to my estate. “Running wouldn’t be very wise,” I advise her, watching from the rearview mirror every second I can take my eyes off the road.
“Where would I go?” Carrie whispers so softly that I don’t think her words are meant for me.
“I know that you have many questions, but they’ll have to wait until we’re home.” I swallow. Home, that’s what this is to me, and I’ve graduated from killer to kidnapper. Perhaps that’s a step back in terms of crime, but in terms of passion, the need to keep Carrie is stronger than any need I’ve had for slaughter.
Carrie says nothing the rest of the drive. I keep watch her breathing, the way she’s holding the coat I gave her. Just looking at her, completely helpless and so innocent, makes my cock throb in my trousers.
I haven’t fucked anyone since I met Carrie. After finishing all my victims, I usually bed a stranger. But this lust threatening to overpower my thoughts is more than just a case of the pipes getting backed up…I want Carrie more than I have ever wanted anyone. I need to taste her skin and hear every sigh and gasp at her taking me.
I was blessed with more than just a sizable inheritance that not only allows me to get away with murder but that allows me to never work, but I also have an enormous cock. I’m charming, but that only gets you so far. There have been more than a few women that simply told me that my dick was too big for them. I remember one girl that I shared with Carter, how she said she wasn’t sure. It made me uneasy about sharing things with Carter at all because he implied that we could fuck her regardless.
I’m a killer, but I’m not a rapist. I kidnapped Carrie, but I’d never force myself on her. I should tell Carrie that I’m not going to hurt her, and that’s the truth. I’m not going to keep her indefinitely. I’ll let her go. But…well, I’ve never pretended to be a good man. I have plenty of seduction planned before I’d ever offer her the chance to leave.
I slow the car when I arrive at my gate and I enter a code to be allowed in, scan my thumbprint. I look to see if Carrie notes these things, should she be planning some escape. Because of the kind of twisted monster I am, I start to wonder if she’d cut off my thumb and keep me breathing, should she need to allow the gate to open again, or would she kill me and then cut off the thumb?
Let’s not get distracted.
“I’ll show you to your room, and I’ll take your things for you,” I tell her as I pull in to my garage. Being wealthy, I have just about every car a wealthy man would acquire. One of these nights that I don’t take leave of my driver, I’d very much like to wrap myself around Carrie in the backseat of any one of these cars. Maybe all of them. I have never been much for collecting things, but I do so value collecting experiences. I make a mental note that I want to taste her in every one of my cars.
A delicious thought.
When I step out, I open her door and extend my hand, planning to take her bag. Instead, she puts her hand in mine. I don’t breathe for three seconds, the electric contact of her skin on mine making me swallow. Searching her eyes, I know that she feels this same spark between us. Fear or no fear, Carrie likes the way my thumb traces over her hand. Her other hand is still holding my coat. “You planned to make your getaway with that?” I nod, indicating the coat.
Carrie’s cheeks flame up a deep shade of pink and she looks down. The sight of her embarrassed does something to me that makes my cock twitch and my hold on her tighten. I take my other hand to tilt her chin up to look at me. “I’m flattered.” I say the words slowly, savoring the sight of her eyes watching my lips.
I wonder if knowing I am a killer, or knowing that I’m a killer that might kiss her, scares Carrie more.
Licking my lips, I think about how I’d rather be tasting hers. Despite the fact that I’ve captured her, I do feel that the next best move is to not come on so strong. “Your bags?” I ask her instead.
I take her purse and her weekender bag. This impromptu getaway either wasn’t for long, or she didn’t feel she needed much.
Carrie doesn’t give up my coat. She’s charmed by me, and unlike the women that I charm to sleep with once and then forget forever, I’m trying to show her who I really am. Perhaps she and Carter are the only people that can understand me. That’s why, once Carrie has warmed up to me further, I’ll have Carter over for dinner. I need my little family to all be acquainted.
Tonight, though, I’m going to wine and dine with Carrie. Tonight, she’s all mine.