Back in the car, I opened my eyes, knowing I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
If she wants a kiss, then I’ll kiss her. I’ll make love to that mouth.
And how pathetic the situation had been, after I left her there without one kiss. Instead of taking her into my arms, I had rushed off to my room and locked the door. I had imagined her coming to my room late at night, craving a kiss and more.
If she hadn’t been kissed much, then maybe she hadn’t been fucked either, and I knew how good Zola’s virgin pussy could be.
Gritting my teeth, I sat in the limo, imagining her sneaking into my room like she used to, getting under my covers, and slipping her hands on my cock. Eighteen of course, but so young and innocent, she would’ve wondered about what my cock looked like, her pussy would’ve been wet, and she would’ve been hungry to see.
And I’d let her search my body with her hands. I would pretend to be asleep and let her slide fingertips up my cock, marveling at the size and wondering how it would fit her.
And, as her hand explored my cock, cum would spill at the tip and touch her fingers.
What would she have thought?
I pictured her licking those cum-sticky fingers, loving the taste, wanting me to cum in her mouth one day.
I thought about this in the limo with that fat cock tight in my hands. Over my pants, I stroked the tip and dreamed of Zola, undressed, and wide open. York and Mrs. Ellen would be asleep next door and my cock would move in and out of her.
And we would try to keep it down, but it would be hard. The pussy would be too good, and she would love it too much.
My cock came close to pushing out of my pants.
I let him go and sighed.
It’s only a matter of time. I can’t wait anymore.
13
An Eye-catching Bouquet
BROKENHEARTED
I had a present for them, a sort of lover’s bouquet of death.
It was a large, black, square hat box—12 inches by 12 inches by 9 inches. The kind a florist placed a beautiful arrangement of roses in. When I’d purchased it, there’d been three dozen stunning rose gold metallic blooms with a customized greeting card to Zola from me.
Flowers were the best way to tell that special someone how you felt.
The gold stems were ten inches long. I’d added my own special decorations for each. Twelves eyes to show her I’d always be watching. Each eye sat at the center. On some, blood trickled down. On others, a little flesh stuck to the gold.
There would be more presents ahead, but I had to admit, this was the most eye-catching of them all. The stench of rotting love burned my nostrils. Once I placed the top onto the box, the smell went away.
How heavy the box was? All those eyes. All that gold. All those dead souls stuck to the stems of roses. The petals were gone, but the thorns were still there. Blood and decay, all wrapped in the finest tissue paper, lined with gold.
What would they think after a present so grand? How much of my plan would continue?
14
Red Flags
Hunter
Baptiste called right as I was rubbing my cock in the limo and close to coming in my pants. I took out my phone and made sure not to wake Zola.
Good ole’ Baptiste went straight to business.
He’d grabbed Stark from the airport and they went to check out Zola’s place some more. Fresh eyes always helped a situation. After a few minutes of Stark’s assessment, they hadn’t found anything more.
Whoever had destroyed Zola’s apartment had known what they were doing. No prints. No fibers. Nothing to connect the dots and lead them to the stalker. Just tons of semen from many different sources.
What are you trying to say?
“So, I don’t know,” Baptiste admitted.
“We’ll just all stay close to her.”
“Good,” Baptiste agreed. “I figured you would say that. I’m in front of the hotel now, waiting for you two to return.”
“Okay. I’ll see you in a few.” I ended the call with dread in my chest.
I’d wanted Zola’s stalker discovered within twenty-four hours. The clock ticked, and my team hadn’t come any closer. This needed to be solved soon. From the damage to her apartment and those letters, it was clear this psycho wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. My plan was to get my hands on him first.
We arrived at the hotel, and I shifted back into bodyguard mode. True to his word, Baptiste stood right in the front.
Baptiste opened the door. “Oh, she’s asleep. I could carry her—”
“No.” I placed Zola in my arms, hungry to have a reason to touch her. Honestly, I wished she wouldn’t wake up until we reached the penthouse. Already, my body responded to her warmth as she slumbered against me.