Julian

T he knocking on the door grows louder as we stand here, glaring at one another. Sierra moves her hips from side to side, the cum I filled her with most likely already running down her leg. Fuck, just the thought of being inside her again has me wanting to pounce on her all over again.

"I'll get it," I say, turning towards the entrance while she gathers her thoughts. I pull down the curtain and let it fling up before unlocking the door since you can never be too careful around this area. Rafa's back is turned towards the door, no doubt smoking a joint before having to do some work. He turns the moment he hears the lock click; his uninterested stare turns to an amused smile when he finds me instead of Sierra at the door.

", this is a surprise. I thought we would arrive together." His knowing look has me scowling at him.

"Well, I wanted to get an early start so I can get out of here early." I shrug, appearing as disinterested as I wish I were.

"Right." He rolls his eyes and moves past me to the bar where Sierra is currently emptying more beer glasses.

Cracking my neck, I slowly close the door and hope that I have the patience to deal with Rafa's intoxicated state for the rest of the day. Once the door is locked, I move towards the bar where the décor is now gently placed in the very spot that I made Sierra come. My eyes find hers, the flush from earlier still resides on her cheeks and her hair is still thoroughly fucked. Rafa doesn't say anything, he either hasn't noticed or is too fucked up to comment the way he usually does.

I smirk and she scowls, her invisible mask back over her beautiful face.

After hours of cleaning and decorating the bar, the catering company Enzo hired arrived and prepared hors d'oeuvres for the slowly growing party of our close inner circle. Marcelo arrived about an hour ago, his eyes remain on the girls that keep chatting among themselves. Rafa disappeared a few moments after everyone started arriving, probably either getting his dick wet or too fucked up to deal with people. Catalina sits next to my little Mu?eca, and Mika, each of them laughing and drinking.

"You may want to stop staring," Ry says from behind my back.

"I didn't think you'd make it out of your cage." I chuckle, turning around to face my best friend. His pierced eyebrow lifts in amusement as his lips lift into a deliberate grin. He brings the glass in his right hand up to his mouth and swallows the contents as he stares at the girls behind me.

"You know I wouldn't have missed it; Catalina is family. Enzo too." Ryan brings his left hand up brushing the long strands of dark hair from his forehead. Ry has always had the skater boy look, the innocent one, the charming one, the one who could get away with murder with a single smile. It works for him. He's a man of many talents, the best hacker the world has never seen. He has so many businesses that the man doesn't need to work a day in his life. He loves the thrill of the forbidden, the thrill of knowing everything and more before anyone else.

"You better keep an eye on her," he whispers loud enough for me to hear over all the other conversations currently. I look at him curiously, and turn towards the girls to see Sierra slowly walking towards the kitchen area.

"You know something, don't you?" I look back towards him, watching as he smiles and nods for me to go after her. Motherfucker.

"It's fucking creepy that you know shit before everyone," I mumble, without looking back at him. I know full well he's smiling, like he's the puppet master for the rest of us. I walk towards her safe space in hopes of disrupting her peace a little more.

The kitchen is full of the catering staff, each of them only focusing on the food in front of them. I walk over to her apartment door, quickly placing my hand over the doorknob only to find it completely locked.

"She's not in there," Ry's voice breaks me from my thoughts of breaking down her apartment door. I turn around, glaring at the fucker that likes to know everything.

"Well, where is she?"

"Her assignment, remember?" He shakes his head and walks back out of the kitchen. She just left, which means I'll be able to catch her before she starts the fun without me.

I power walk out of the building like my life depends on it, which in my case it very much does. Pulling up her tracker, I watch as the little blue dot moves slowly on the screen towards Lancaster. Getting inside Betty, I quickly tap on the steering wheel with one hand while I turn the key, allowing the low rumble to fill the silence in the car. I hurriedly turn my GPS on and put in the address of Mr. Craig Pastor.

An hour later, I arrive at what seems to be a crowded neighborhood. The houses are too close together, to the point that they practically sit on top of one another. How anyone can live like this is beyond me. I glare at the Pastor residence as if it has wronged me. This little bruja doesn't understand that this is beyond reckless, it's not even 8 p.m on a school night. There's a school right down the road, which means families are in bed, the screams of her victim will be easily heard. There's land nearby full of dirt and earths sad attempt of growing grass in an area that receives more heat fires than any other.

Movement catches my eyes; I watch as a woman jogs by her hair carefully tucked inside a black beanie. I don't need any confirmation to know that it's Sierra casing the street before breaking in. I open the glove compartment and pull out my G19, then check the magazine to be sure it's fully loaded before I embark on my hunt.

Pulling out my mask from my pocket, I carefully put it on and look at the reflection in my rearview mirror, staring at the obsidian dark eyes glaring back at me. I smile beneath the mask and turn off Betty before I change my mind. Exiting my car, I start running after her. My heart rate quickly picks up, the adrenaline courses through my veins as I stalk closer to where she's jogging. Her round ass in those leggings have me thickening in my pants while I run, the ache in my balls have me wanting to catch her and fuck her. Thank fuck the streets are empty or we would have problem with bystanders either calling the cops or trying to play hero and getting killed for it.

She comes to an abrupt stop to catch her breath, she delicately places her hands on her knees as I continue on my war path down the street. She's more than twenty feet away from when she glances up. Her eyes are full of fear that doesn't match the sinister smile on her lips. She straightens her back and winks before fucking taking off towards the area full of dirt. My cock twitches beneath my black pants. She knows it's me, I didn't have time to change from my outfit from earlier, and just the fact that she's running off is signal enough to know she wants this too.

I run down the road after her, my painfully hard cock is tucked within the waistband of my boxers, the way the elastic rubs against the underside of my shaft feels good, too fucking good that my crown continues to leak pre-cum.

My blood is pumping, my mind is filled with images of catching her, and fucking her on top of the piles of dirt we are running through. There's not a tree in sight, nowhere for her to hide, just us and the night sky.

Ten feet away, nine, eight.

She trips over a rock sticking from the ground, her hands thump against the dirt as she tries to save herself from falling into a pile of dirt. I'm not ready for this to be over so I slow my pace and allow her the chance to get up and keep running. She wipes the sand off her knees and takes off again, this time running off to the left away from the dirt trail we've created.

She finds an alley, between a condo building and a store, the night hiding the small gap completely leading to more darkness on the other end. The moonlight is our only guide as she continues on her path. I force myself to move faster, my cock throbbing with pleasure and need to be inside her.

Five feet away, four, three, two.

Reaching my hands out, I grab the back of her hoodie and pull her into me, the zipper of her sweater coming up to her neck, choking her the way she enjoys for a single moment. She gasps as she tries to breathe again, her arms flailing around while trying to fight me off her.

I reach my hand around and gently wrap my hand around her neck, pushing her into the brick wall next to us. She swallows against my palm, and all I want is to feel her lips wrapped around my cock while she swallows every inch of me.

"Shhh," I say softly. I watch as the fear emanates off her like she was trapped in that goddamn prison she was abducted in or in the images of her past.

"Shhhh," I repeat, my hand is still wrapped around her throat while my body presses against hers. The fog dimming the blue of her eyes slowly fades every time she blinks, the light shines through gradually until the burning light turns fierce.

"That's my girl," I say, brushing over the damp beanie.

"Demon," she whispers, her chest rises and falls as the adrenaline continues to surge through her body. Her quivering hands graze over my cock as she fumbles with my pants button. Her breathing picks up as she slowly pulls the zipper down and pulls each side of my pants down, choking herself as she bends.

I groan the moment my cock is freed, the slight breeze that surrounds us causes my cock to twitch as if it were her breath along my shaft. Placing my forearm on the brick wall, I watch her through the eye holes of my mask. She wraps a delicate hand around my cock, gripping me tightly, studying the feeling of the barbells against her palm. She brings herself forward a little more as my grasp on her throat tightens.

"Turn me around, and fuck me, Demon," she says wordlessly. I grit my teeth, hating the commands she gives me but too weak to stop myself. Gripping the beanie off her head I toss it on the floor, her hair flows down, allowing me to grip her hair with the same intensity that I grip her throat. Her black hoodie begins to fall off her shoulder making her neck look even more enticing.

Forcefully, I turn her around until her chest is against the wall, and pull down her leggings enough to tease my cock between her thighs. Her pussy is completely soaked, the smell of her has me salivating entirely. Pushing her face into the brick wall with one hand and pushing on her lower back with the other, I thrust inside her. I don't prepare her for the savage way my hips meet her ass. Our skin's slapping echoes in the darkness of the alley, accompanied by the whimpers that leave her soft lips.

I move my hand from her back down to her waist, digging my fingers into her flesh. I push inside her with each thrust more brutal than the last. Her palms lay flat on the wall by the side of her head trying to push back from how I have her face pinned. My nails prod into her skin until I feel the droplets of blood on the tips of my fingers. Her moans grow louder, her words become unintelligible mumbles. I move my hand from her face, giving her the satisfaction of lifting off the hard surface.

"You wanted a demon, didn't you, bruja?" I say hoarsely, bringing my blood covered fingers up her neck, leaving trails of red leading to her mouth as I wipe the remnants on her lips.

"You look fucking sexy smeared in blood." Her sweet moans grow louder as I shift my stance, savagely fucking her until she's practically blending into the wall. This growing need for her clouds over me like a storm starting to form over the horizon. The blood tainting her porcelain skin makes her look like the most beautiful fucking art I've ever seen, one that I am dying to get a taste of. Slowly I lift my mask just enough to uncover my mouth, and lean closer to her. Gliding my tongue up the column of her neck, I lick every tiny stain until I reach the side of her mouth.

"You're fucking addicting." My abdomen clenches with the need to release inside her cunt. "Milk my cock, little witch. That's it."

I can tell she's on the verge of coming when the goosebumps spread along her skin, and her pussy walls wrap around my cock as if she were trying to keep me embedded inside her forever.

Carajos , why does that sound so fucking good. Forever with her, with the woman I despise to feel anything for.

She lets out a feral scream as she comes my name escaping her lips as her body trembles like a plea for more. I push her head back on the wall and chase my orgasm, her name resting on the tip of my tongue as hot cum spurts inside her filling her up entirely. My body is practically trembling in satisfaction, desire and anger. Feelings course through me at a rapid pace, confusing me in a way I can't comprehend.

I push myself off her, admiring the sight of her against the wall with my cum dripping out of her pretty cunt. It's enough to make me hard, wishing I could fuck her again, but what we both need is what we came here for.

To kill.