14. Chapter 14

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S he's so pretty, glowing, and so pure. She's an angel, beautiful and such a sight to see. Her pale face shines in the sunset, so lovely.

I want to make her bleed.

I want to taint her, make her scream. We were hired to protect her, but all I want to do is ruin her. Cut her open and watch her bleed for me. Scream for me to stop.

My cock hardens in my pants, pressing against my zipper. Her skin would be delightful covered in marks, in her blood. She would be a beautiful pet.

She has no idea what monster trap she's about to walk into. I bet Jace hasn't said a word about me being here, waiting for them. She has no idea who she's about to be trapped with.

I watch Jace close the passenger door, smiling down at her like she's his entire world. Something happened between them. This is more than just a friendly, "you're my job" smile. This is "I've done something with you, and I'll do anything to protect you."

Hmm, interesting.

It makes me want to mess with her even more .

Jace and the girl walk up the stairs, entering the front door, no longer allowing me access to see them.

"Go shower, I'll get something going on the stove," Jace's voice filters in through the walls.

I smile. The pet only has two rooms to pick from and Jace didn't think about it.

I don't hear her say anything, her footsteps are enough. Slipping into the closet, the girl steps through, closing the door behind her.

She has no idea what creature is lying in wait. Her guard is down, and that's her worst mistake. She's so careless, so beautiful. I groan, my cock hardening, my hands itching to feel her blood on them.

Jace is doing a terrible job of protecting her. How does he know no one dangerous is lurking in the cabin?

Ha, dangerous. I am, I'm dangerous, and he still wanted me around her.

I watch the girl drop the duffle bag onto the bed before wandering into the bathroom and locking the door. Foolish, I have a key, and even if I didn't, a locked door wouldn't stop me.

Smiling to myself, I step out of the closet towards the duffle bag. Unzipping it, I pull out the clothes she has. Simple, dark clothing brings me much disappointment.

The shower starts up. Hmmm, I need to see my little pet. Dropping the clothes onto the bed, I reach above the bathroom door. Producing the key, I unlock the bathroom door, pushing it open. The girl stands in the shower behind the curtain, steam filling the small room.

My eyes drop down to her white cotton panties on the ground. Bending down, I snatch them up, bringing them to my face, I inhale her sweet scent. Groaning low in my throat, I pocket her panties, I'll save them for later.

The shower shuts off, the curtain pulls back and the girl jerks in surprise when she finds me standing there. I cock my head to the side. Why hasn't she yelled for help? Maybe Jace did tell her about me.

"You're a pretty pet," I mumble .

She watches me, slowly stepping out, and reaching for the towel on the counter. Her little pink nipples beg for my mouth, her milky skin beautiful and scarred. I like her even more. The cut marks make me harder than steel. I want to cut her open and smear her blood all over her skin. Would she scream for me? Beg me to stop? Did she beg whoever cut her like that?

"Would you let me cut you like them?" I ask, stepping forward.

She shakes as she wraps the towel around her body, I'm on her in a second. Ripping that towel back off her body, my hand cupping her large breast in my hand. She's a tiny thing, much shorter than my six-foot-five frame. I like that her tits are spilling from my hand. I like that she's thick and full.

"I want to cut you up and lick your body." Squeezing her nipple, she tenses but has yet to utter a word. How odd, why hasn't my pet spoken? Pinching and pulling her nipple harder, she still refuses to make a sound.

"What would make you scream, little girl?" I taunt, pressing my body against hers. She still refuses to speak, her head tilting up. "Why won't you speak?" I snap.

Her eyes shift off me, refusing to acknowledge me. She's making a big mistake. I don't do well being ignored. It makes me outrageously angry and murderous.

That just won't do. Pushing her against the counter, I shove my hand between us, rubbing her clit. Her eyes widen, frozen against my touch. "I'm going to find a way to make you scream…" I groan, shoving two fingers into her cunt. Something then shifts in her eyes. She's still scared, but something else is there. She's determined, but I'm not sure about what.

My fingers scissor her opening, and even with my hands gloved I can feel her wetness. She tightens around my fingers, taking less than thirty seconds before she cums all over my hand. I guess nothing much was happening between them. What a sh—

"Fuck," I grunt. My fingers slip from her body, and stepping back, I glance down at what she did. A pair of scissors sticks out from my side. Thankfully my tactical gear stopped most of the force. Only the tip penetrated my skin.

What the fuck ?

Precum leaks from my cock. I'm on the verge of cumming. That is until she shoves at my chest, surprising the fuck out of me. She dodges around me, running into the room. Tipping my head up, I smile under my mask, yanking the scissors out and tossing them into the sink.

I give her a minute before I leave the bathroom and bedroom into the living room. My eyes track the girl, the sheet wrapped around her body as she stands next to a very pissed-off Jace.

"Ryker," he growls.

"It's not my fault you're doing a shit job at protecting her," I grunt. Ignoring their gaze, I head into the kitchen.

"Go get dressed," he tells the girl. She shakes her head, glaring over at me. "Blake, go get dressed, he won't do anything." Jace peers down at the girl.

I chuckle, that's a little too late. This girl—Blake, she came all over my hand. Lifting my gloved hand, I wave my fingers at her. She flinches, causing Jace to glance up at me.

"Ryker, knock it off!" He snaps, "Blake, he's not going to do anything, go get dressed."

Blake nods her head, watching me until she disappears into my bedroom closing the door. Jace storms towards me, "You son of a bitch!" he growls under his breath.

"Ah, ah, ah, don't want Miss Blake to hear you using that kind of language."

"I don't want to do this with you. I'm tired, I'm hungry and there's shit you don't know." Jace sighs, dropping his head.

Cocking my head to the side, I take Jace in. He has bags under his eyes, a few bruises and cuts around his face, and the way he holds himself. It's obvious something happened on the road, that wasn't between them.

"What happened?" I ask, pulling the fridge open.

"Long story short, we were attacked twice, she had a tracker in her shoulder, we had to stop at Luna's, and there's more to her that we don't know."

"I thought it was supposed to be some guy we were protecting ," I spat out. I didn't like the idea in the first place and hate it even more now .

I don't understand why Jace wanted to take this job even if it was a favor to Walker. I don't protect. I hunt and kill others.

"So just fucking ask her."

"If it were that easy I would have. She has panic attacks, she hates being touched, and she has nightmares. She doesn't even fucking speak, dude."

I chuckle again. Doesn't like being touched, my ass.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You sure she doesn't like being touched?" I smirk in my mask, even if he can't see my face. Jace knows me enough that he can read my facial expressions without having to see me.

"Ryker," he warns.

"You're a little protective over this girl," I say, grabbing water from the fridge.

"She's more than just a girl, and Ryker I swear if you do—"

The bedroom door opens, and Blake steps out, the sheet no longer in place. She wears sweatpants and a sweatshirt, the hood placed over her head. The little pet is trying to hide, aw how cute.

"It's okay, Jacey boy, I won't touch her, again." Nodding towards Jace, I scoot around the island and him. Blake stands in front of the door, glaring at me. I'm beginning to love that look.

Stopping in front of her, I stare down. "I'll figure out a way to make you scream, one way or the other." Shifting around her, I slam the door closed.

Flicking the button on my tactical pants, I pull my length out. Smearing my precum around my tip, I hiss into my mask. I can't remember the last time I found a girl so enticing that I needed to jack off. But Blake, her pale skin, filled with cuts and burns. I groan, pumping my fist harder and faster around my cock. Those bite marks on her neck were begging for me to leave mine. I'm going to carve my name into her skin, make her wear me around so everyone knows she's mine.

Fuck, she is mine.

She'll be my perfect pet. Her blood will run down perfectly, lubing my cock up enough to tear her ass apart. I want to tear her open and fuck her until she bleeds out. Will she scream for me then? Will she beg for me to stop or to keep going? Does she love the pain?

My breath comes in harder, my balls swell up, and cum shoots out into my hand. I drop my head back, moaning low in my throat.

"Fuck." I grit my teeth.

One way, I'm going to make her scream, either in pain or pleasure.