8. Cade
The excitement of the carnival can be heard throughout the sleepy little town. Shadows act as my cover while I stride down Main Street, which is utterly deserted. It seems like the entire fucking town is at the carnival, which makes my job easier.
There will be a cop or two on guard at the station, but in places like this, the cops are lazy because nothing ever happens here. I'll be in and out before they know what's hit them.
I move swiftly and silently through the shadows toward my destination, knowing this station will be easy to break into.
Approaching a side door, I pull out my lock pick set and get to work. In less than a minute, I've got the simple lock open. I pull on my mask and slip inside, closing the door behind me and scanning the corridor. Just as I suspected, there'snot a soul in sight.
I creep through the corridors, peeking into rooms, looking for any clue that could lead me to the evidence locker. Jackpot. I spot a partially open door with a glow coming from within. Peering in, I see the evidence room, shelves lined with boxes, andone cop sitting at a desk doing paperwork.
Reaching into my pocket, I grip my switchblade. Time to get my bullet back. I slip into the room silently, coming up behind the cop. In one quick motion, I clamp my hand over his mouth and hold the blade to his throat.
"Don't make a fucking sound pig. I'm here for something that belongs to me, and I'll be out of your hair quick. But if you so much as fart too loud, I'll slit your throat. Understand?"
The cop nods rapidly, eyes wide with fear. I keep the blade at his throat while quickly scanning the shelves. And there it is. My silver bullet is bagged and tagged in a small evidence box. I grab it and shove it in my pocket.
"Pleasure doing business with you, officer. Have a nice night."
I knock him out cold with a blow to the head and slip back out into the hallway. Mission accomplished. I got my lucky bullet back, and no one's the wiser. Now it's time to get out of here before they realize I was ever here. I melt back into the shadows, heading for the carnival.
The moment my bullet is back in my possession, all I can think about is my angel. Deep down, I know I should head straight back to the carnival, but I'm not one for doing what I should do. Instead, my feet carry me toward Lily's apartment. Just a quick detour to see how my angel is doing.
I make my way through the dark streets, the silver bullet safely in my pocket, my heart racing with anticipation of seeing her. The apartment building comes into view, and I look up, expecting to see the warm glow of lights in her windows. But the windows are black and cold.
A feeling of unease creeps over me as I approach the building. Something isn't right. Lily doesn't strike me as the kind of girl to head to the carnival two nights in a row, so why the fuck isn't she home? I press one of the numbers on the intercom, where I know a stoner lives on the ground floor.
"Hello?" he answers.
"Delivery," I say simply.
The door buzzes, and I open it, slipping inside and moving swiftly up the stairs to her apartment. I pick the lock to her apartment door, open it, and step inside, finding it empty. No Lily. No lights, movement, or sound except the thudding of my heartbeat. I scan the rooms and see signs of a rushed exit. Drawers hanging open, clothes missing from the closet, toiletries gone from the bathroom. My blood begins to boil. She left. She's hiding from me.
"Big mistake, baby," I mutter into the silence, walking into her bedroom toward the open drawer. "You are messing with a man who loves hunting." It's got her panties in, which are all hot as sin, and the thought of seeing her bound and gagged in nothing but one of those thongs makes my dick hard.
And then I notice a particularly sexy pair hanging out of her overflowing hamper. I grab it, bring it to my nose, and inhale.
"Fuck, that smells so damn good,"I murmur, my cock so hard it feels like it's trying to punch a hole in my pants. "What I'd give to taste you, Lily."
Moving to her bed, I get onto it and unzip my pants, fisting her dirty thong in one hand and my cock in the other. Stroking myself, I imagine how sinfully delicious it would be to have Lily at my mercy.
I gaze around Lily's bedroom, fisting her dirty thong as I stroke my aching cock. God, I wish she were here right now. I imagine throwing her down on this bed, tearing off her clothes. I'd kiss every inch of her flawless skin, inhaling her sweet scent.
"You smell so fucking good, baby,"I'd growl in her ear as I pinned her wrists above her head. I'd grind my hips against hers, letting her feel how hard she makes me.
"Please, I don't want this,"she'd beg, eyes wide with fear. That would just spur me on more.
"Shhh, don't fight it, gorgeous. You were made for me."I'd silence her protests with a brutal kiss, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She'd whimper against my lips, squirming beneath me. Fuck, that would feel amazing.
I'd rip off her bra and lavish her perfect tits with my mouth and hands. I'd suck and bite at her nipples while she cried out in pain and unwanted pleasure.
"That's it, moan for me,"I'd growl, sliding my hand between her legs. She'd be sopping wet, unable to resist. I'd roughly finger her pussy while she sobbed.
"Please stop, you're hurting me!"
"Hurting you? Baby, I'm just getting started."I'd flip her over onto her stomach, yanking her hips up and tearing off her panties. With one hard thrust, I'd bury myself inside her tight cunt. I'd fuck her hard and deep, savoring her screams.
"You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. I knew you wanted this."I'd pull her hair back, fucking her relentlessly. I wouldn't stop until I filled her with my cum and bred her the way she deserves to be bred.
I groan as I imagine Lily here with me, spilling my load into her panties. My breath comes in ragged gasps. Once I catch my breath, I tuck myself back into my pants and slide her soiled underwear into my pocket.
"Soon, I'll have you right where you belong."I finally look around her room before slipping out into the night. "I do love to hunt,"I utter into the darkness.