Nothing but Darkness (Darkness Series Book 1) Page 5

  Our waitress makes an appearance quickly, ready for a generous tip. Her skin is almost orange with an obviously manufactured tan, and her hair frizzes outward in different angles, but her eyes are kind and her smile possesses genuine happiness.

  “Hi, folks. My name’s Kristi. I’ll be helping you out today. What can I get for ya?”

  I let Eva order first in feigned respect. “I’ll have your chicken Caesar salad with a double vodka on the rocks.” I look to Eva, ensuring I’ve heard correctly. Secrets and drinks. Interesting.

  We’re diving head first into the questionable pond.

  “Sounds good, doll. And for you?” Kristi’s laugh lines deepen as she turns to face me.

  “I’ll have the turkey avocado on rye, with a Jack and coke.” Collecting the menus, I pass them back to Kristi’s waiting hands.

  “Can do, Love. I’ll get those right in.” She swishes back to the kitchen as quickly as she came.

  “All right, Aid.” I wish this cunt would stop calling me that. “I want you to be honest with your opinions, because as I said before, I trust you.” Well you’re stupid to, but I already knew that.

  “Promise I will be. I’m ready.” But before Eva can delve into her plans, Kristi returns with our drinks.

  “Here’s your vodka, and your Jack. Can I get anything else for you folks while you wait?” Her smile is attentive. She bounces while she speaks, too. I bet she gets a good amount of tips here, near so many high-end office buildings, and as friendly as she is.

  “Yes, please, another for me.” Again Eva catches me with her bold gesture to drink a second double. Does she plan on me carrying her back to the office?

  Fat chance there, bitch.

  “Of course.” Again our waitress disappears.

  I turn to Eva, ready for her proposal once more, watching as she downs the entire liquid contents of her first glass.

  “Shit.” I just can’t keep it in.

  Eva tips back, her long hair cascading toward her seat, and laughs a hearty sound I don’t normally hear from women. So many hold back in attempts to sound dainty. But this laughter comes from deep within Eva’s belly and sounds wonderfully real (possibly the only real thing I’ve ever heard from her) as it passes her nibble-worthy lips. It’s the first time she’s enticed a genuine smile from me in a long time.

  Once she’s finished she adds, “I just needed to loosen up. I hope you don’t mind.”

  I raise my glass to her, duplicating her previous actions. Placing it back on the table, I turn my hand over, sweeping it across the table in a gesture for her to begin.

  The less I say here the better. At least until I have a plan.

  “I want to shake things up.” Ha, I knew it. Goodbye, Eva. You won’t be missed.

  As I see many scenarios of Eva’s leaving, her knee grazes mine, and I’m jostled back to the conversation in front of me. Though I pretend to not have noticed.

  “Go on.” I add a far-from-genuine smile to coax her along.

  “I want to change a lot, actually. Here,” she says. She leans over to extract a folder from her luxurious briefcase, again tempting me to peer down where her shirt’s buttons are undone to the paler skin of her breasts. Despite my dislike for her, I can’t refrain when the opportunity to look at her beautiful body arises. She may be awful, but I’d fuck her lookalike in a heartbeat. As long as those looks were attached to a different person entirely, with a different personality. “These are the ideas I’ve come up with.” She pulls out an extensive list, beginning to detail all her daring thoughts.

  Eva wants to cut half of our department to hire more seasoned, distinctly more expensive, field experts. She wants to purchase brand new software that hasn’t been fully tested yet, which comes, again, at great cost. And after these changes, she wants to bid for competitive, wealthy clients. Her plan isn’t out of the realm of possibilities, but if not executed precisely it’d crumble, losing the company an obscene amount. I hate to admit, it’s smart. I really, really hate that. It’s also risky, very risky, and the heads will never go for it. The potential loss is just too great for them to get past.

  During her rush of excited explanation, we receive our food from the haggard but sweet Kristi. Eva neglects to thank her. She eats slowly while the speed of her words increases.

  I don’t interject with more than a nod throughout, wanting to seem like a cohort, but not wanting to give her too much.

  While delineating each bullet point, Eva drains her second glass, and her gestures move from subdued to boisterous as the alcohol begins to seep through her system. Yet she manages to keep her voice at an acceptable volume. She seems to be holding her liquor pretty well for a trim woman.

  Somewhere she must have built a decent tolerance.

  “So, Mr. Quiet, what do you think?” This time I don’t mistake the touch of her leg as accidental underneath the table. It may have been if she’d removed it immediately, like last time, but instead Eva’s knee lingers against my thigh, gently rocking up and down for just a few seconds.

  She wants to impress me in several ways.

  It takes everything I can muster to ignore her silent cries for attention. I’d, in other circumstances, do vulgar things to Eva, but right now I need to focus on her self-destruction instead.

  “Fucking brilliant. You’ll move up, and when you do I expect to be taken with you.” I look into her slightly-out-of-focus eyes as I place my hand on top of hers. “This’ll take you far. You’re a damn genius.” Okay I’m putting it on a little thick, but that won’t matter with her buzz or her gluttony for compliments.

  “I was hoping you’d say something like that.” She squeezes my hand before winking and smiling broader than I’ve ever seen her before. For the second time today, I see something genuine from her.

  “Can I suggest a few things?”

  “Please do.” She leans forward, ready to steal my ideas, passing them off as her own. That’s exactly what I’m hoping for.

  I lavish Eva with praise, feeding her horribly risky ideas to add to her list. I squirm with pleasure as she jots down equipment she didn’t know existed, and individuals, geniuses, we could never afford. I also hint toward a wildly successful company that she should model her proposals after. It’s not well known yet, but that same company is on its way to a destructive crash and burn. The bosses should know, though she clearly doesn’t. I also sneak in a nickname for our VP that will piss him off, hoping she’ll start to use it too.

  Though I need better ideas to fuck her over, these are what I have for now.

  “Danny will be putty in my hands.” She’s too easy.

  Our check comes, further establishing Eva’s stance on my side. And again I don’t react when she utters her thanks and places her hand on my knee with an added squeeze.

  “It’s my treat, for being included and trusted.”

  “I think I see quite a few more lunches in our future.”

  “So do I, gorgeous. So do I.” Eva bubbles over with laughter as we pass through the doors outside once more. Charming her can never be neglected again.

  Eva’s face is contorted in what can only be described as excruciating pain. Her eyes bulge alarmingly as her silent screams crackle with hoarse desperation. She begs for it to end with both her words and her features.

  I hear my own laughter before I feel it in my chest. My shoulders shake with each sound, and I can see my hands shaking as well. It’s evident, maybe only to me, but they shake with excitement in comparison to Eva’s fearful shaking.

  She moves from pleading with her cries to simply moaning.

  When I look past my hands to Eva’s body, I see splotches of crimson. It seeps from holes all over Eva’s naked skin.

  I can’t stop myself as I reach to fondle her large breast, pinching her delicate nipple.

  She screams again. This time it’s a piercing sound, and I slap her hard across the face, dragging my knife along as well.

  It shuts her up as I’d planned.

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bsp; “Now tell me you want me.” The words are coming from my mouth, it’s my voice speaking the demand, but it doesn’t feel like it’s coming from me. “Tell me NOW.”

  An odd floating sensation begins to roll through me as I hear Eva’s words pouring from her bloodied lips. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you….So bad.” She chokes on the last words, tears falling down her face, turning pink after mixing with the blood already splashing her cheeks.

  “And now you die,” I say.

  I watch as the knife in my hand moves between her legs, lunging sharply upward. Seconds afterward her body goes limp, and I’m no longer pinning her to the cold concrete wall.

  ****

  Again I wake up sweaty from a confusing, horrible nightmare. To my horror, I reach down to feel my cock throbbing and hard.

  What the fuck, Aidan? But I don’t have an answer.

  Straining to bring myself back to reality, I see it’s still dark outside. I look toward the clock. Fuck, it’s only 3:30 AM.

  Well, at least it’s the weekend.

  I attempt to remember everything that comprised my dream, but all I recall is the passion and urge to control, to conquer, Eva. I know I dreamt of killing her, and I know how dark the notion is that I wish I could. She’s caused me nothing but trouble, and if I could murder her while getting away with it I probably would.

  I’d be picked first for motive, though, with her theft of my promotion. So at least there’s something, even if it’s flimsy, holding me back.

  I resolve to let my disgust go and think about it later instead.

  Hoisting myself out of bed, I pad, naked, into the stone-covered bathroom. As steam fills the room, I look past what’s in front of me. I envision Eva’s naked body pressed between me and the wall as I step into the hot shower.

  Beginning to rub myself, I close my eyes, but visions of splattered blood worm their way in, invading my fantasy. Eva’s face hovers feet away from my closed eyes, her mouth contorted in pain once more as my moans of pleasure get loud enough to fill the entire bathroom just before I finish with one last yell, “Fuck,” that’s drawn out and breathy.

  After my shower, I find it easy to slip back into a deep, restful sleep.

  ****

  After an uneventful Saturday morning, excluding my dream, another trip to Spot Z is required. With Eva and Amelia’s untouchable figures floating in and out of my head, I need to feel real skin beneath my fingers tonight. An actual body beneath me. I need to caress tits that aren’t unavailable to me in one way or another. I need to get this frustration out with the help of my cock. With a real woman, not a mirage, or a dream, or just my thoughts.

  If I get laid I should be able to think straighter, more rationally. Backed-up needs could be to blame for my troubles lately. Basically, I know I need to get my dick wet tonight. The possibility of running into Melody again brings a tingle to my stomach. She can make me forget these other convoluted complications with her silky curves and filthy words. She’ll erase the pressing issues from my mind.

  After making the decision to go, I dress quickly, in a hurry to make my evening exciting or at least eventful.

  Dressed in hugging black pinstriped pants and a cream V-neck sweater to match the pinstripes, I check my reflection in the mirror. Satisfied that my clothes will get me some much-needed ass, I liberally slap on cologne, then call it good. Adding my sleek black winter jacket, I bound to the front door thinking about the dirty possibilities tonight may bring.

  Grabbing my keys, I lock the front door, again deciding to walk the short distance to Z despite the chill in the dark night air. I want to be able to drink without worrying about making a dumb decision afterward. And with a slight bounce in my excited steps, I start walking.

  On the short trip over I watch the houses as I walk by. Wondering what’s happening inside each beyond the windows and curtains, I can’t imagine living as these quiet little families do. I’d be sucked down into the thick, heavy monotony, and I’d decay inside from the boredom. I couldn’t live with the responsibility of running every decision by another. No, I need to be in charge of my own bad decisions.

  Again I realize I’ve made the right call with the life I lead.

  The lights from Z grow bigger and brighter as I get closer. I can feel the vibrating punch of the too-loud speakers, too. There’s no line outside, not even the bouncer, since the temperature’s taken another dip. No one wants to stand in this shit.

  As I near the dirty front door, my hand reaching for the handle, it swings open, almost hitting me in the process. A stumbling tangle of long blond curls and tight black spandex collides with me just outside the entrance. I react as quickly as I can, after a steadying step backward. I balance the woman who ran into me with a hand on both of her sides to prevent her from tumbling backward into the now-closed door.

  “Holy shit. M’so sorry.” Her slurred words send a shiver down my spine as she utters them breathily next to my ear. My hands slide down from her shoulders to her slender waist.

  “No problem. Glad you’re okay.” I take another step back to look at my attacker’s face and more importantly her figure. Her eyes are wide and light, with a slight glaze that can only come from lots of alcohol. Her lips are full and heavy, while her hair is long and begging to be pulled. Her tits are a hint smaller than average, but her ass is generous, perky, and all well-toned muscle. She’s fuckable.

  Yeah, she’ll do.

  “You come here with anyone, honey?”

  “S’ur didn’t.”

  “Planned to leave with anyone?”

  “Only-you, Handsome.” Her slur isn’t improving with the cold, and she has to be freezing. Her dress is strapless, ending an inch or two below where her legs begin, but she isn’t shivering yet.

  “Good answer, beautiful.” With an agreement reached, I make a quick decision to simplify the short walk back for both of us. I bend a little at the knee, running my fingers along the back of her tantalizingly smooth legs before grabbing them and hoisting her up into my arms to carry her home. Her drunken giggles fill the air as I walk as briskly as the added weight will allow.

  This was a whole hell of a lot easier than I’d anticipated.

  “What d’you want t’do t’me, baby?”

  She starts to giggle again at the smirk I flash her before adding, “Probably more than you’re ready for, but don’t worry, I’ll get you ready.”

  Oh, I’ll get her ready all right.

  I look down at the alabaster skin shining below me, glittering with perspiration, as she screams high-pitched yelps of pleasure.

  “Oh fuck. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me harder!” Her screams encourage me.

  I grab her thin waist, flipping her over in one fluid motion. Running my fingers down her moist back, I let the waves of pleasure roll through me. This is what I needed.

  This is what I deserve.

  I pull out for a just a moment.

  I earned this. Without question.

  I reach beneath her to pinch her nipples as I reenter her from behind, and she starts to moan once again. One sound flows into the next, and she refuses to quiet while I continue to ride her hard, deep, giving her all I can.

  As I’d anticipated, her hair is perfect for pulling while she begs for more.

  ****

  Blondie (I never did catch her name) and I go at it twice more in the next few hours. After the adrenalin runs out, we both collapse from exhaustion onto the soft sheets. I start to sink into oblivion as soon as my head hits the pillow. But just before I let go, my prowess hits me: I’m the rock star of fucking. Then a deep sleep sets in that only comes after physical exertion and satiation.

  ****

  This time I know I’m dreaming as I hear screams of terror entering my ears from what seems like a long distance away. It feels as if I have cotton in them as all sounds are muffled, distorted.

  I look down at Blondie beneath me again as I straddle her, seeing her mouth wide open. Pure shock stretches across each of her pe
tite features. She’s horrified, paralyzed in terror.

  I cover her mouth with my large hand, leaning close to her face.

  “You asked what I wanted to do to you, baby. Well I didn’t just want to fuck you. I had more in mind.” I wink. “This is more”

  I dip my pointer and middle fingers into her wet, warm mouth before switching hands to keep her from speaking. I’ve no desire to hear anything she has to say. Nothing can change my mind now.

  Reaching behind me with the dripping fingers, I insert them into her waiting slit. Warmer than her mouth, it begs me to continue with my assault, and I’m happy to oblige for several moments.

  After I’m satisfied with that task, I again lean forward toward her pretty face. Pulling my hand that was deep within her up to her face, I put my fingers back into her mouth despite her adamant protests. With the free hand I reach into my bedside table where I keep my protection. I wave the sharp knife before her frozen eyes.

  I feel as if I’ve floated out of my body, now watching myself on top of her frame. I can see how securely I’m holding her down and how scared she looks. Then I watch detached as I plunge the blade deep into the side of her neck. She looks prettier now as the blood seeps from her body, onto my bed. She was too flushed before. Too alive. I watch as the life drains slowly from her eyes, her features slacking a fraction of an inch, sagging without the animation of life holding her together.

  What a horrific dream.

  I detangle my legs from Blondie’s, lying back on my side of the bed. I’m glad it’s over as the blackness of unconsciousness takes me over and out of dreamland again.

  ****

  With a satisfied smile I blink away the lingering sleep from my eyes. It’s still dark. The clock says it’s just after 3 AM again.

  I can feel in my lower extremities I’ve had a busy night. My cock is as satiated as my ego. I’m calmer, more relaxed, than I have been since Melody was here. I flash back to the sexual pictures of Blondie’s body, and I harden once again. I needed everything I got. But I could definitely go for more

  I reach over to wake Blondie up for another round and feel a cold wet spot.