"I just really want to show you there are still good guys around, Georgie."

"I'm sure," I reply. "And I know there's a girl out there who would appreciate the sentiment so much, Bill... But unfortunately, it just isn't me."

He pales, then a blush creeps into his cheeks. "Oh, I see."

"Yeah, and... I'm kind of... involved with someone at the moment." My own cheeks flush.

"Oh. The club guy?" He raises a doubtful brow at me.

"Does it matter?" I ask.

"Are you dating?"

I grit my teeth together, hating the fact that I don't actually know the answer.

"Thought so. Please, Georgie. Reconsider. I'd take such good care of you. Make you feel like a princess."

But I don't want to feel like a princess.

I want to feel like a slut.

"Thanks," I say. "I'm afraid I have to say goodnight now. I'm beat after my shift and I really need some rest."

"Sure.” He gets up from the couch. "You're welcome, about the wallet, by the way."

"I already said thank you.”

"Yeah, but..."

"Bye, Bill." I open the front door and look at him expectantly.

He blows out a gust of air and shakes his head, "I just think this guy is no good for you, Georgie. I'm going to keep an eye out whether you like it or not. I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I'm fine. Now, please."

He steps outside and launches into another speech. "You deserve so much better, Georgie. Someone who will take care of you, and –"

“Goodnight, Bill.” He doesn't get to finish his sentence, because I've already closed the door.

With a huff, I sit back down on the couch. I don't have time to deal with another problem right now, and besides, Bill's wrong. Jasper isn't bad for me.

He's exactly what I've always wanted.

 

 

21

 

 

Jasper

 

 

My mood is black as the night throughout my drive back to the city. Considering my volatile mood and all the dark thoughts swirling in my head, I should’ve worked out, blown off some steam; should’ve done something.

Instead, I find myself in my little Petal’s apartment. Again.

The inability to stay away has morphed from mere discomfort to being physically impossible.

After seeing Marco drag Sarah’s mutilated body out, my head is filled with the blood from the scene.

Since I couldn’t spill his own blood, I’m ready to spill something else, break it, maim it, fucking destroy it.

The fat orange cat greets me with a low mewl from his position on the couch. I ignore him and stride to the bedroom, undoing the first buttons of my shirt.

My little Petal is in deep sleep, on her side, the sheet has fallen to her waist, revealing her cotton, sleeveless robe. Even though it’s dark, the moonlight from outside casts a pale hue on her skin, making it blue and up for the taking.

The entire way here, she was the only thing I could think about.

I hate it. I fucking despise it, but it’s there like a goddamn constant.

There’s no way in fuck I’ll be able to get her out of my head any time soon and for that, she has to pay.

I have to pay, too, for not being able to push her out of my system after all this time.

I don’t make a sound as I take off my clothes and lie them on the chair by her desk, hiding the gun and knife.

My little Petal might know what I do, but I don’t want to shove it in her face just yet. She already pulls away from me after sex, letting her walls go up and her doubts consume her.

I’ll ease her into it... slowly.

The mattress dips as I lie behind her, leaning on an elbow and slowly peeling the covers off her. The robe has risen to under her ass, and I can’t help reaching beneath the cloth.

She’s wearing the red lace panties I picked for her. I peel them off slowly, careful not to wake her.

I stifle a groan as my fingers lie flat on her shaved pussy. Did my little Petal watch one of her fantasies tonight? Did she miss how I owned every part of her?

Now that I know what pushes her buttons, I’ll keep heightening the intensity until either she breaks, or I do.

Pulling her long black hair to the side, my lips find the shell of her ear, lightly brushing over the warm skin. A slight moan emits from her and she absentmindedly reaches a hand to her tit, caressing the flesh ever so gently until the nipple hardens against the cloth.

Fuck me.

I wrap a hand around her throat from behind and thrust two fingers inside her in one go.

She gasps, her eyes flying open.

“What—” she starts but my ruthless grip around her windpipe stops her mid-sentence.

Her body jerks into fight mode, her nails scratching against my hands so hard they cut the skin. The sting registers, but it doesn’t stop me. If anything, I revel in the fucking pain as I inflict mine.

“The harder you fight me, the wetter you get, Pet,” I whisper at her ear, thrusting my fingers mercilessly into her hot cunt.

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, probably on the verge of an orgasm. Or maybe it’s because she realized it’s me. I don’t allow myself to think that, but it registers anyway.

My dick thickens at the thought that she’s turned on by my force, my presence.

She’s still scratching at my hand, but her hips jerk, following the rhythm of my fingers, wanting more, needing more.

Being attacked and liking it.

What am I, if not a good sport?

I pump my fingers inside her, simultaneously teasing her clit hard and fast. Her mouth falls in a wordless scream as she clenches around me.

My dick strains against her ass, demanding a turn.

Her nails dig into my skin, but her struggles disappear as she rides her orgasm. My little Petal turns into an obedient good girl when she’s coming, especially if it’s an intense long wave like this one.

I pull out of her and place both fingers at her lips, circling their fullness, making them glisten with her arousal.

She opens and sucks them inside.

“Good girl.”

She releases a soft moan as I stroke my fingers against her tongue, coating it and making her taste both of us. Her skin heats and her hair sticks to her nape due to the force of her release.

Her eyes flutter closed, probably thinking she can go back to dreamland.

I release her neck and yank her T-shirt over her head. She lets me before her head falls back on the pillow. It’s like she thinks this is a dream and now she can have her sleep back.

Time to prove her wrong.

The hickeys I left on the flesh of her collarbone and breasts are fading away. I have to fix that.

Her pink-tipped tits have a bluish hue under the moon’s light and her soft curves appear prominent from this view. I run a finger from her side to her hip and down to her thigh, sampling, imagining all the things I can and will do to her body.

“You know, you really shouldn’t have smiled at me that day,” I say.

She hums in her sleep, her ass pushing against me as if thinking she can snuggle there and end it at that.

Think again, my little Petal.

Without warning, I yank both her hands behind her back and tie her wrists up with her nightgown.

Her eyes open again, voice heavy with sleep. “J-Jasper?”