Benny
I STARE AT THE SCREEN in wonder. Tanner has gone off to do God knows what, saying he’d be back with dinner, so I’m taking the moment to watch her.
Pretty new doll.
The urge to go see my Bethany was overwhelming, but when Tanner is giving you his attention, you don’t blow him off for your own needs. After we fucked and killed Dina, we drank whiskey and talked about my plans for procuring my sister. Stalking her and whacking off in my car wasn’t on the agenda—at least, not for tonight.
So, even though I don’t have time to see her, I do have time to visit my newest fascination. Pretty New Doll. Pulling up the website, I was elated to discover she’s doing a live feed.
I watch her fat lips, swollen and perfect. She’s not looking directly into the camera, and I want to reach through the screen and tilt her chin. So perfect. Pale skin that’s such a contrast to the pink of her lips and tint to her cheeks. The red abomination on her head looks wiry; certainly not her own. It must go. Her lips part as they murmur words that still my breath.
My heart beat.
My soul.
Her voice sings to parts of my dark soul I didn’t know wanted to be sung to. She takes awful memories of my mother and turns them into something soothing. Her sweetly sung words wash over me like a warm summer rain.
This can’t be real. That song. Her. My eyes focus on her lips, and my chest heaves with heavy pants.
This pretty new doll could suck on my cock for hours and I’d never grow tired of watching the way her plump lips turn red from rubbing up and down my length.
She could sit on my lap and sing to me while I dropped my fingers between the fabric of the cotton panties I’d insist she wear.
After a hot shower earlier, I wrapped my waist in a towel. Now, as I watch this new doll on the screen, my dick aches for attention. It’s jerking and throbbing and fucking angry, peeking out from the edge of the towel like a python in the bushes waiting to pounce—to fucking devour.
Pretty New Doll mentions something about being a good girl for the doctor and having to go to bed, and my breath gets sucked from my chest as she climbs onto her bed with her back to the screen. Her long red hair hangs down her back in waves, nearly touching her ass. When she starts crawling across the bed toward her pillows, I’m awarded the view of a sliver of creamy flesh between the hem of her dress and knee-highs.
“I wonder when the doctor will come make me all better,” she ponders aloud. Bending forward to reach for her pillows, she plumps them, and her dress lifts enough to show her white lacy panties.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
“Fuck me,” I growl.
My cock gets yanked into my fist and I jerk hard on it. She’s such a perfect doll. Her outfit. Her face. Her fucking everything. I want to rip her red hair from her skull—it’s the only thing not right on her—but all that can be changed once Tanner finds her for me. He blabbed on about his hacker Luke and IP addresses, which meant nothing to me. All I heard was a promise. A motherfucking vow. And if Tanner is good at anything, it’s keeping his word.
He better keep it.
I don’t tear my gaze from her sexy ass as I fuck my hand. It won’t be long before I’m inside her. I’ll get to hear the way she begs and pleads and fucking sings. How my name moaned on her lips will sound. I’ll get to defile her and steal her innocence.
A knock pounds on her bedroom door, and she shrieks.
“I forgot my wallet,” a woman’s voice hollers through the door. “Elizabeth, did I leave it in there?”
Elizabeth.
Pretty New Doll’s eyes fly to the computer screen, and I take a good look at her familiar eyes beneath the fake lashes for the first time. The terror and guilt of being caught shines in their gorgeous hazel depths, which are no doubt perfect. I come abruptly, the heat scorching my chest as it spurts out suddenly.
“Elizabeth!” the woman yells again.
“It’s not here,” Pretty New Doll bites back, her voice no longer childlike. It’s familiar. I’ve heard it before, and that face…those eyes.
Bethany.
No.
Yes.
She doesn’t say anything more, but rushes toward the screen. My heart stutters and attacks the cage confining it. Her hand reaches forward, shutting down the feed immediately.
I close my eyes and replay her voice over and over again to be sure, but I know I am. I knew there was a reason I was so drawn to this new doll.
Bethany.
Bethany.
Bethany.
She called her Elizabeth. Elizabeth is my Bethany.
Fuck.
“Here,” Tanner murmurs, tossing me a rag to clean myself up with.
I jerk my head his way, a little shocked to see him. I’d been so wrapped up in what I was doing, I never heard him come in.
“It’s her,” I spit out as I wipe away the cum on my chest and stand. His gaze falls to my flaccid cock, and his lips twitch. I never know what’s going on beyond his amber eyes.
He tugs at his tie a little and pierces me with a bored stare. “I know.”
Snatching up my jeans from the floor, I yank them up my thighs. Once I’ve fastened them, I fold my bulky arms over my tattooed chest and glare. “What the fuck do you mean, you know?”
Is he playing games?
Does he think I’m a slave to his mind fucks?
His hard gaze softens and he frowns as he sits on the edge of my bed. “I’ve known all along. It’s not hard to find someone’s IP address. I’ve known her location from the moment I first saw her.”
Betrayal cuts through my chest like a knife. My jaw clenches and nostrils flare. “This better be good, Tanner. Go on.”
His jaw tightens, and a simmering rage that always lurks inside him flickers in his eyes.
“I discovered it was her—your Bethany. I knew Stanton very well, Benjamin, so I knew he had a wife.” He lets out a frustrated sigh. The fact that he’s not as put together as normal has me wondering what the hell is going on with him.
“Why didn’t you tell me, goddammit?” I seethe.
He stands back up, and with it, his authority wraps around him like a cloak, the single moment of vulnerability gone.
“You need to remember who you’re speaking to,” he snaps, his chest heaving. “I didn’t tell you because you lose your fucking mind over your dolls and your past. Plus, I wanted to be sure. I wanted to help line this out for you. To motherfucking surprise you, asshole.” His lips quirk up on one side. “Surprise.”
I’m not amused with his coy games tonight. “You let me watch her. I need her. I need to go get her right now.” I point to the black screen. “Don’t you see? She’s done this for me. It’s fucking fate. Bethany knows I love dolls—that I love her. She’s become the perfect doll for me. For. Me. This is her call for help. Bethany wants me to find her and bring her home. She sang the song.”
Tanner’s eyes darken. “She thinks you’re dead, Monster.”
Cold reality splashes over me and I gape at him. “Then who does she do this for?”
He shrugs. “For them, I suppose, but it would appear she may be honoring your memory in her own way.”
“Fuck that,” I roar. “She’s doing it for me. How do you know what she thinks? For all we know, she’s holding out hope I’m still alive. Why would she assume otherwise?”
“Not what Kami says. They know you died in a fire.” His tone is matter of fact.
I take a threatening step toward him, my hand fisting at my side. “Who in the fuck is Kami? The girl who called out to her on the feed?”
Something flashes in his eyes, and I lock away that look to ponder later—when I’m not flipping my shit over finding Bethany.
“No, she’s an associate of mine. I hired her to befriend Elise. Collect intel.” He steps closer, regarding me with an impish grin. “All for you, Monster. You know you’re my favorite.”
“Who is Elise?”
He’s in the middle of pouring himself a whiskey and raises the glass, letting out a snort. “Oh, Benjamin,” he says, as if I should know all this shit. “Elise is Elizabeth’s, your Bethany’s, twin sister.”
My mouth drops open, then closes as thoughts of there being two of them out there send my mind into chaos.
“Don’t get too excited, Monster. They’re polar opposites. Elise wouldn’t last long under your command.”
“I want Bethany,” I snarl.
He clutches my shoulder. “I know you do. Soon. I promise.”
The tightness in my chest doesn’t let up, but I do relax some. “Fine. My cells aren’t ready anyway, but I want to talk to this Kami person. I need to talk to her.”
His eyes narrow, as if he has the ability to peer inside my brain. “That can be arranged.”
“Now,” I clarify. “Give me her address. I’ll pay her a visit.”
“Fine,” he grits out. “But you won’t need to go that far. She lives at the club. Let’s go.”
I follow Tanner down a long corridor inside The Vault, confused by what he meant when he said she lives here. The walls vibrate with music, but it’s quieter in the back, and it’s then I realize I’ve never been to this part of the premises before. He takes me into what seems like just an office, but it’s so much more.
A massive desk dominates the head of the room, overlooking a huge square see-through box. Inside is a bed made of transparent plastic. A toilet sits in one corner, but nothing more. There’s a latch hole integrated into the door of the box, and all around are cameras pointing to it. My eyes scan the rest of the room, landing on a small leather couch to the right where a tiny blonde with silky, pink-streaked hair sits on her cell. Her lip is caught between her teeth as she texts, ignoring the two tyrants who just walked in the room. I want to rip the phone from her hand and demand answers, but Tanner is back in “I’m the motherfucking master of the universe” mode, so I hang back.
For now.
“Kami.” His greeting is low and filled with authority.
She drags her gaze from the small screen and shoots him a slow, private smile, as if I’m not standing here on motherfucking pins and needles waiting for answers. I grunt, hoping Tanner gets my drift to move things along.
“Anything new with Elise?”
“Besides the fact that she’s drunk and making out with some guy old enough to be her dad on the dance floor at Vogue right now? Nope, nothing new,” she says with an unamused huff. “She will be going home with him, so I took that as my cue to leave.” A giggle escapes her.
Her goddamn laugh is like nails on a chalkboard. This bitch is getting on my fucking nerves and it’s taking everything in me not to go off on her—not to grab her by her skinny throat and slam her against the bookshelf behind her.
“I need to know everything you know about Bethany,” I snap, my fury rippling through me.
Her nose scrunches in confusion. “Who’s Bethany?”
White hot anger surges through me.
“Elizabeth,” Tanner clarifies, holding a hand to my chest to stop me advancing forward, his voice easy and placating. I hate that he’s being so fucking nice and tolerant with her. Who the hell is she and why has he never mentioned a woman living here?
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything,” I snarl.
She stands and shoves her phone in her pocket. “Shy. A bit on the nerdy side. Elise thinks she’s hiding some dark secret but won’t tell me what. Obviously, I know Elizabeth is on a fetish website, but Elise doesn’t know I know. Not much to tell. She hates this guy Jason. Apparently Elise keeps trying to set them up, but Elizabeth keeps shooting her down.”
“She’s mine,” I hiss as I stalk over to her.
The bitch doesn’t flinch, which pisses me off. Iron balls, this one. I want to rip them from her—show her why she needs to fear people like me.
“Whatever, man. I’m just there for the gossip to bring home to Boss Man.” She shrugs. “That’s all.”
That.
Is.
Not.
All.
“I need to know everything,” I repeat, my voice low and deadly. “I need you to stop giving me this watered-down version and tell me every single thing about her.”
“That’s all,” she challenges.
This bitch…
Snatching her by her tiny throat, I squeeze the fuck out of her. I’m about to slam her into the shelves behind her when her arm comes up and over, slicing down across my arm with exceptional power, forcing my arm to drop. I’m so shocked by this turn of events, I don’t prepare for her shoving me backwards with two hands against my shoulders and following it up with a thrust of her leg, her knee colliding with my gut, robbing me of breath.
Motherfucker.
A fighter.
This will be fun.
I spit the acid she forced up my throat to the floor and prowl toward her. A smile graces her lips, highlighting what a beautiful face she has—had, by the time I’m finished with her. Before I get close, Tanner yanks me hard, and I stumble, my equilibrium thrown off balance. He shoves me to the ground hard with little effort and tackles me like a fucking psycho.
Tanner is always poised, amused, and chill. Sometimes, darkness lurks, but I don’t ever see him lose his shit. Ever. The rage blazing in his eyes is shocking.
“Don’t. Touch. My. Associate.” His fists yank at my shirt as he spits out his words. “Understand, friend?” The fat vein in his neck pulsates with each ragged breath he takes.
“I understand, friend,” I bite back, my own anger still very much at the surface. “Now, get the fuck off me.”
What the actual fuck?
Since when has he ever put a leash on me?
Called someone off limits?
My thoughts discombobulate, and I struggle to find even ground once more. The red bleeds from his flesh some, and a smile tugs at his lips. He playfully slaps my cheek before standing and offering his hand. Once I’m back on my feet, I glare at Kami. This girl has got to go. Tanner is protective over her, and I don’t like it. He caged me in front of her, showed power over me, showed favor to her.
Tanner protects me.
And he’s mine.
My own personal master doll reaping with the hand of death.
The dumb blonde with the pink in her hair is merely a distraction—a wrench in my plans. I’ve worked hard to become Tanner’s favorite thing. I don’t need anyone knocking me off my pedestal.
And because I play a better game than the pair of tits in the room, I stand close enough to Tanner’s back that my body heat mixes with his, rest my forehead on his shoulder, and let out a pained sigh.
“I just need her,” I explain, my words meant only for him.
His stiff posture relaxes, and I’m elated by how easily I’m able to work myself inside Tanner. It makes my cock hard. With a small thrust of my hips, I press my erection against him, reminding him we’re still the team. Not this bitch. Tanner and I. Master and Monster. Let me kill her for you, I convey in my actions.
“Kami,” he says, his voice strained. “Don’t be coy. We need details. All of them.”
I look over his shoulder at her, and her nostrils flare. So, the bitch was trying to piss me off on purpose. Perhaps she likes Tanner in a way he’ll never be able to fully reciprocate. I play her like I play him.
“If I’m getting in the way of you sucking his dick, then by all means, suck away,” I say in a cool tone, insinuating she’s a whore. “But this shit is important and I need answers.” My own cock is still hard, especially when I imagine him ramming his dick down her throat until she suffocates. I shamelessly press against Tanner’s ass while maintaining the bitch’s stare. The challenge flickering in her blue eyes is all I need to know about her.
She wants him so fucking bad.
Get in line, cunt. He’s mine, and I don’t even have to fuck him.
“Actually,” Tanner growls as he steps away from me. “Why don’t you suck off my dear friend here? He’s the one with the aching hard-on.”
Fuck.
Sometimes I forget how perceptive Tanner is. Beating him at his own game is difficult—especially when he knows he’s being played. His suggestion for her to suck my dick is a test. Always tests with this guy.
And he’s testing her too.
Pain furrows her brow, her eyes lowering and hands clenching. “I’m no one’s whore, Cassian,” she says in a bored tone, the lie as fake as her tits. She would be a whore for him. The fact she calls him by another name—the same name Lucy uses—isn’t news, but I store it away anyway to revisit later. “But I’d be more than happy to talk about Elizabeth.”
Rolling my eyes, I sit down on the leather sofa. “Well, since I’m not getting my dick sucked by you tonight, please do continue,” I mutter. “Maybe later I can find someone to put their lips on my cock.”
This time, the challenge is for Tanner, and to plant the seed in this girl’s head that her precious “boss man” does it to me. Drop the seeds, watch them grow, and cause chaos.
The motherfucker just laughs.
“Storytime, Kami.” He sits down beside me and relaxes. “And make it a good one.”