Sociopath's Obsession(9)

She was mine; there was no doubt about it. I wanted to strip her naked and fuck her hard in those black glasses of hers. To tug on her hair and see her face light up in pain and pleasure at the same time. I wanted to take her from behind while she faced the wall, and I would lean close to have her cheek next to mine and listen to her every moan and breath.

Fuck, I was hard just thinking about it.

This had never happened to me before, but then, she was my first in many things.

I put my hand on the glass and rested my forehead on it. Although I could look at anyone I wanted from this point, the glass was mirrored from the outside and didn’t give anything away. I had no desire for anyone’s prying eyes.

The club was a good way to start something on my own, where I could use the connection and glory of my name, as well as find and lure my victims.

The thought brought a smile to my face, because among many guests today, there was a man who I would enjoy torturing. I could already see images of knife wounds and burns on his skin, and that brought as much pleasure to me as imagining Sapphire’s body under mine.

He had no clue he was stepping inside the lion’s den, although he did receive the e-mail.

Yes, this evening was going well.

After I was done with him, I could start my plan of kidnapping her and making her mine.

Sometimes I had flashes of using hot wax on her and torturing her, but they were swiftly replaced with images of hot sex.

Maybe it would stay that way, maybe not.

After all, I was an unpredictable sociopath.

She was about to receive her first e-mail.

I couldn't wait to observe her as she tried not to go crazy with fear. She would be stupid not to know about me at this point. I was international news.

There was some odd thrill present.

She would be my first innocent victim.

Like I said, she was my first in many things.



Sapphire

Once the dance was over, I snapped my eyes open and almost blushed, because everyone seemed to be staring at us. Thankfully, several girls joined us and the dance floor was getting busy. My eyes searched for Sophie, and there she was with two guys, one to her front and the other to her back, and it reminded me more of a threesome than a dance. She smirked at me and lifted her hand in a thumbs-up gesture.

Great, so much for a night out with a friend.

Exhaling a heavy breath, I strolled to the bar and studied the drinks. My budget was tight, but there wasn't anything less expensive than a hundred dollars. Well, I got my paycheck today from the library, and I had a few bucks on my credit card. Why not allow myself one drink, right?

The bartender seemed young, in his early twenties. He was wearing a tight black shirt and jeans. His face was spread in smile.

“What would you like to drink, beautiful?”

I bit my lower lip. “I’m not really sure. What’s good?” The booze never really did it for me, so when everyone was experimenting with wines and beers back in high school, I preferred cherry-flavored sodas.

He raised his brows in question then picked up a bottle and asked, “Do you like to try new things?”

Not really, no. What if those new things could be dangerous and end me up in shit? Although I was already in some deep shit, maybe new things weren't so overrated. Making a final decision in my head, I nodded and he winked.

“Be right back, babe.” He put several substances in the gray shaker with ice, and his hands moved so easily, fast, and smoothly they made my head spin. Finally, he was done, shaking it one last time, and then he poured the drink into the glass, put a straw there, a pineapple piece on the edge of the glass, and gave it to me. The thing looked delicious, and my mouth watered at the idea of tasting it.

“How much?”

He shook his head. “On the house, babe.”

His words made me blink in confusion. “But why?” Suddenly, everything inside me froze, and the hot, uneasy feeling spread through me. Was he taking pity on me because of how my dress looked? Was it clear I struggled for money compared to all those other girls? “I do have money.” My voice was defensive and biting, and he frowned.

“Didn’t mean to imply you didn’t. Just wanted to buy a drink for a beautiful girl. That’s all.”

Freak! The dude just tried to be nice, and all I did was throw it back in his face.

“Sorry, I’m just…well, there is no excuse. I’m sorry.”

He laughed heartily and winked again. “No problem, babe. Go have some fun.” Taking the drink in my hands, I finally took my first sip and almost groaned in pleasure. That shit was divine! The cherry flavor combined with pineapple and some alcohol, probably vodka, made it sweet, but at the same time sour, and it tasted more like juice than any alcoholic drink. Perfect.