“Luke, don't bullshit me. I might be eighteen, but I'm not stupid.” Robbie takes another drink of her wine and sets it aside as well, cutting across the space between us until we're uncomfortably close. “You and that woman … Audra? … you were carrying a body out of the house.”
“Is that what your father told you?” I ask, trying to sound amused. I even let my lips quirk into a small smile. Robbie keeps staring at me, and I start to feel that pounding in my chest again, that fear. It's not at being found out, not at all, yet I can't seem to actually figure out the source.
“My father didn't see the footage because I erased it,” Robbie tells me, reaching up and letting her hair out of its bun. Chocolate strands fall all around her face, making my fingers twitch in desperation. I want her so fucking bad my blood feels like it's going to boil and melt the skin from my bones. Yet another woman I want to have sex with simply for the pleasure. There is absolutely zero darkness in Robbie Carrell, that much I do know. Robbie's eyes stay on my face, fortunately, and don't dip down to the growing bulge in my pants. I curl my fingers against my slacks. “Like I said, I consider you a friend, Luke. You have an energy that just … you're not like the guys I hang out with.” Robbie sighs, like she's suddenly tired. “You know, if you don't want to tell me what was going on, don't. I just thought you should know that those cameras capture your entire front yard and the space between our houses. Be careful, okay?”
Without realizing that she's triggering my most basic instincts, Robbie leans forward on her toes and presses her lips to my cheek.
There's a nearly audible crack as my defenses come unraveled and I'm grabbing my neighbor up in my arms, swinging her around and pushing her against my kitchen counter. Robbie's gasp of surprise is covered by my mouth, her lips captured by mine as I thrust my tongue into her warm heat and taste her. Growls escape between kisses, drowning out Robbie's frantic breaths as I push my hands up her sweater and find her breasts. They're not as big as Audra's but they feel like heaven in my hands, my fingers kneading the tender flesh with a rough pressure that's only amplified by the grind of my crotch against Robbie's. She's wearing jean shorts that unbutton easily, sliding from her hips and hitting the floor between us. My slacks come undone next and before I know what I'm even doing, my dick is sliding into tight, hot heat.
“Robbie,” I groan, even though that's not like me at all. I don't make noises. Unless I'm with Audra or Robbie apparently.
“L-Luke,” she whimpers when I give her enough space between kisses. My belt buckle jingles as I slam my hips into her, over and over and over again. I don't know that I've ever been with a woman so tight, her pussy folding around and taking me deep, squeezing so tight I'm finding it hard to breathe. “Luke,” Robbie whispers again, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pulls her lips away from mine as I clutch at her ass and smash her body against the marble, enjoying the lack of give in the rebellious stone. “It hurts, Luke,” she chokes against my throat, but her body is so warm and hot, her pussy soaking wet, her nipples stiff and desperate beneath the sweater.
I grunt and pound away, my slacks hitting the floor in a pool of black as the beast denies me orgasm, making my cock so stiff it hurts. The monster inside me can't come until I feel satisfied, until the darkness has subsided enough that I can breathe again.
“Robbie,” I whisper, but somehow, even as I say it, I think of Aliyah again. Aliyah was my first and only love, the woman I was with before the darkness became who I was, inside and out. We met and dated all through high school, already had plans for our future etched into our hearts by graduation. If she had lived, I believe we would have made it. We might've been young, but love is love and when it's fierce, it can kill doubt.
But then she was taken away from me. Stolen. Buried in cold dirt and left for dead.
I groan in pain and force myself deeper into Robbie, listening to her soft breath tease my ear as she holds me tight and lets me drain my rage into her. As I come, I feel my body releasing with a sigh, like, at least for the moment, the pressure is gone. The darkness. My eyes are wide as I come to a panting stop, my gaze focused on the window behind Robbie's head. It strikes me then that I haven't slept with someone like this since Isadora, someone without true darkness in their soul. It feels … fucking delicious.
Until I hear Robbie suck in a whimpering breath. When I pull back, I see she has tears in her eyes. What have I done? What the fuck have I done? Fear strikes me then, real true terror. I've become one of those men, one of those other monsters, the ones that I hunt. I'm just like them.