CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

BELLA

“Are they usually women?”

He glances at me from the driver’s seat, as he cruises down the road to I don’t know where. Nico didn’t say where we were going, or how he selects his victims.

“Not necessarily. Some of them have been women, but gender doesn’t matter.”

I look out the window at the cars driving beside us on the highway. It’s not heavy traffic, but we aren’t alone either.

“How do you decide?”

His mouth turns up into a wide grin as he chuckles softly.

“I think you already know the answer to that question, baby. It’s the eyes. Either they fascinate me, and I want to watch them die, or I don’t.”

I nod my understanding.

“Like with me.”

He agrees, “Like with you. I wasn’t looking for someone, but then you were standing in front of me. You lifted your head, looked me in the eyes, and fuck, I was mesmerized.”

I giggle as I watch the road in front of us.

“Were you angry when I ran away?”

Reaching down, he grips my thigh, digging his fingers into my bare skin.

“No. I was hard as a fucking rock. Generally, fear paralyzes people and they can’t run, but you, fuck, that was hot. The way you took off when we thought you were dead. Silent as you made it through the leaves that should’ve crunched, and given you away. It fucking enthralled me. I knew I had to have you.”

He watches me as I undo my seatbelt, and questions me.

“What are you doing?”

Reaching over, I unbutton and unzip his jeans, with a slight smile on my face.

“Taking what I want.”

Sliding my hand into his boxers, I grip his cock in my hand and he groans.

“Fuck.”

I undo my seatbelt and move to my knees on the seat and take him out of his underwear, running my tongue up and down his length, before swirling it over the head, causing him to hiss through a clenched jaw.

I take him into my mouth, and suddenly the car stops moving.

“I pulled over so I can watch you.”

Placing his hands in my hair, he pulls it away from my face, as I move up and down on his cock. While I can’t see his face, I can feel his eyes on me, and it’s a powerful moment for me. Giving him what I never give a man. Not willingly.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Jesus fuck, baby, just like that,” he groans as I deepthroat him.

Tears leak from my eyes as his cock hits the back of my throat, and I whimper around him.

Holding my head down, he lifts his hips and fucks my mouth, as he grunts his release.

“Fucking drink it, all of it.”

Of course, I do and lift my head when he releases me, and I stare at him while licking the small amount of cum that leaked onto my lips.

“Jesus, baby. You’re fucking everything.”

I sit back in my seat and re-fasten my seatbelt, as he tucks himself back into his pants and zips them up.

Nico grabs my hand and pulls it to his face, kissing my knuckles softly. He doesn’t let go as he pulls back out into traffic, and I might never want him to. The more time I spend with him like this, the more I fall. I’m sure any half qualified therapist would say I’m as nuts as he is, since I’m not trying to talk him out of killing someone tonight. I don’t want to though. I’m far more excited than I should be, to see him in a murderous rage. Will he be calm or will he be erratic? I can’t help but wonder if one person will be enough, or will Nico need more? What if we go on a murderous spree and can’t stop? How far can bloodlust go? The notion that I don’t want to do this, and only did it to be with Nico again, is long gone. The anticipation of watching him end a life makes it all clear. He’s right, I do want this, and I will do it again.

“Are you nervous? You look antsy.”

I shake my head. “Excited, not nervous.”

He chuckles softly as he turns into a parking lot.

“See. My fucking beautiful, living dead girl. I see you. And you’re fucking perfection.”

The words ‘I see you’ slam into my chest, because I’ve spent most of my life not being seen. The weird girl that doesn’t have friends, only acquaintances. Her own mother doesn’t like her. All mothers adore their daughters, so I’ve always known there was something wrong with me. I’m tired of trying to do what’s right, or what will make me loveable. I’m ready to be me, and if that includes snuffing out lives along the way, so be it.

“When we go out for this, I always want you in a skirt. Understand?”

“Why?” I ask while gazing at him, and he smirks.

“I need easy access to my sweet pussy, baby.”

“Is that why you do it? It gets you off?”

He laughs as he cuts the ignition off.

Reaching over, he tucks the hair in my face behind my ear.

“Whenever you’re around, it gets me hard. Watching you kill people, fuck yeah, it turns me on, baby. Me killing? No, it’s not a sexual thing. It’s more of a relief. When someone dies at my hands, it’s beautiful to watch, and physically feels like I’ve been in excruciating pain, and in an instant, it evaporates.”

I know there’s something in Nico’s past that hurts him, but I don’t know what it is, and right now is not the time to ask. If I ask when he’s planning to hurt people, he’s going to take it as a judgment, and it’s not. I just want to know him better. It’s like a craving that won’t go away. The desire to know him inside and out is powerful. Outside is easy, but inside, he keeps guarded. And I know, all his life he’s been told there’s something wrong with him, and I’m sure that’s why he keeps certain things to himself. He once told me that I was the one person he didn’t want to judge him, but to accept him as he is. I didn’t in the beginning, but I do now. In time, he’ll realize he has a safe space with me no matter what he says.

“Fuck, I love you. Let’s go get a drink and take a look around.”

I nod and move to open the door, and he growls at me.

“Fucking wait.”

Removing my hand from the door, he shakes his head at me, gets out of the car and walks around to my door, and opens it.

Tilting my head at him, I say, “Reaper Bonetti, the gentleman.”

“The gentleman,” he repeats and then grins, “I think I prefer, ‘The Pussy Killer’.”

I get out of the car, and he takes my hand and pulls me against his side.

“You are to stay close to me. If you need to use the restroom, you’ll tell me. I do not want you out of my sight, if at all possible. Understood?”

“Yes. Are you always so intense?”

We walk to the door and he answers me, “When it comes to you, yes, always.”

I could remind him that, if I can kill people, I should be able to take care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a while now, but I know that doesn’t make me invincible.