A One Woman Job

Chapter 10

10

Koen

I settle the violin onto my shoulder and place my chin in the leather chinrest.

My bow waits on the strings for my equilibrium to restore itself.

Meg just told me she loves me.

Right on the heels of finding out I murdered a man for her protection.

I’ve found the one woman on this earth who could love a monster. Who could love me for exactly what I am, no qualifications. I think there’s even a forbidden part of Meg that is excited by the predator inside of me, and I’ll be grateful for that until the day I die. If the danger lurking inside me keeps her safe and makes her wet, as a bonus, I’m going to be the last one to question that blessing.

My bow begins to move on the strings. I’ve never played a happy song in my life and this music was only composed in my head, but it’s the most accurate portrayal of my feelings for her. The high-pitched beginning and the slow, winding drop into dizzying notes of desire, obsession, commitment. There’s the lighter section to represent her making paper airplanes and flying them in my living room. The way she teases me. The way she lifts the veil of darkness every time she walks into a room.

It's a song just for her, just for us—and she weeps happy tears as she dances to it, still clad in only my shirt, which falls to her knees, and a pair of sneakers. She leaps onto benches and pirouettes like a ballerina, her dark hair loose and wild. There is no one like her. She’s a treasure. My treasure. I’ll never, ever, ever let her go.

As the song begins to wind down, she collects a few dollar bills from an elderly couple and I roll my eyes at her, but continue to play, my gaze drawn to the flashes of bare thighs, her pretty tits bobbing beneath the shirt. She drops one of the dollar bills and is forced to bend over to pick it up, reminding me she’s out of panties. Wearing none, because I refuse to let her go home and haven’t been able to stop touching her, talking to her, staring at her, bathing and feeding her long enough to go shopping.

Christ, I can’t keep her in my clothes with no underwear indefinitely.

I’ll remedy her lack of clothing first thing tomorrow.

Probably.

For now, she has this hard cock to deal with.

The song ends on a scrubby, off-key note to symbolize my blood rushing south…and she stops pirouetting, her hair settling around her shoulders, hazel eyes wide with awareness. Dawning heat. She recognizes the sentiment behind the ending and she wants to fuck, too.

I use my bow string to point at the parking lot. “March,” I growl.

But instead of following my order, she gives me an impish smile and dances farther into the train station. I don’t even hesitate a split second before following her, the beast beginning to snarl inside of me because it wants to possess Meg immediately and she’s playing games. A significant part of me loves this lighthearted side of her, but my cock is a different story. It’s swollen and irritable, because it has only experienced the tight clutch of her pussy one time.

Oh, she’s going to get what’s coming to her.

“Meg,” I rasp in warning.

All I hear is a giggle and my heart rate picks up even more, my leather belt biting into the growing curve of my shaft, my mouth salivating at the anticipated taste of her neck when I bite onto it like a fucking apple. Conflict wars inside of me—the beast who wants to rut and claw its sexual frustration into her. And the man in love who wants to feel her orgasm build, build, build, hear the sweet music of her whimper when she wets me.

A flash of white disappears around the corner and I put my head down and start to run, experience allowing me to speed up behind her without making a single sound. She doesn’t see me coming. One second, she’s laughing and disappearing farther and farther into the deserted station and the next, I’m yanking her back against my chest with a crooked elbow around her throat.

“I don’t advise running from me, Meg,” I say very carefully, against her temple, kissing it to soften the danger in my tone. “Ever.”

“I’m just playing around.” Her butt squirms in my lap. “I wanted you to catch me.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Red stains her cheeks. “You said you were going to be an animal this time.” Her head falls back against my shoulder, her half-mast eyes perusing me. “Animals don’t wait until they’re home in a bed, do they?”

I’m torched by lust. Filthy, nasty lust.

Hers matches mine, too. That’s what has me extra keyed up.

“You want to fuck right here, right now, little girl?”

“Yes,” she sobs when I squeeze her slim throat.

I scan our surroundings for a dark spot and find one several yards to the right, a shadowy section of the station where two brick walls intersect to make a private corner for what I’m about to do to her. The half of me that wants to treat her delicately rebels, but I remember she asked for it. Animals don’t wait until they’re home in bed, do they?

She tempts a demon.

“This time, you better march,” I say quietly, inducing a shiver in her. She moves in the direction of the shadows, her youthful Converse making progress on the pavement and when the darkness swallows us, it swallows me, too. I unhook my elbow from around her throat and set down my violin, along with the bow. “Put your hands on the wall,” I instruct, rising to my full height once more and unfastening my belt.

Watching her pale fingers spread on the brick, hearing the distant sound of conversation, wind, a train whistle. The button of my jeans being undone. Her swallow.

“Take off the shirt.”

Her wide eyes peer back at me over her shoulder. “Off?”

I don’t bother repeating myself, I simply take two strides forward and strip the shirt over her head, leaving her completely naked in the train station, save the sneakers on her feet. “Animals don’t wear shirts, either, right?”

She’s trembling, but not from the cold.

No, her head is turned slightly, so I can see her parted mouth. Her furrowed brow.

Meg is learning something about herself.

Dying to continue her education, I fist her hair and twist it around my wrist twice, pulling her head back. “You better keep your mouth shut while I’m slam-fucking that tight cunt of yours, because anyone who comes searching and sees you naked won’t live to see another sunrise.” I unzip my jeans and her legs scoot together, as if she’s trying to mitigate her horny reaction to my cock coming out, but I don’t allow it. I slide my booted foot between her sneakers and kick them apart. “Let it ache, baby.”

I think of the way she looked at my mouth when I told her I killed a man for looking at her. How heavy her lids became against her will, that pulse rollicking at the base of her neck. I keep that vision in my head while I pull the leather gloves from my back pocket and put them on in practiced tugs. Then I conform the front of my body to her back, nestling that tight little ass in my lap and skimming my gloved hands from the tops of her thighs, up her taut stomach to her tits, palming them gently. Gently.

Then I slide my right hand down to her pussy, gripping it savagely, and sink my fucking teeth into her smooth neck. Growling.

“You have thirty seconds to bury my dick where it belongs. I’m not helping you this time.” I slap her pussy, gratified to hear the snap of leather against dampness, but I like the broken sound of her moan even more when I slide my leather middle finger down the split of her cunt and stroke her clit. “Show me how you fuck Daddy like a big girl.”

“Oh. Ohhhh.” Her butt squirms in my lap, her breath coming in hot, abbreviated pants as she pushes up on her toes, rubbing her wet flesh against my ready cock. She drops her right hand from the wall and reaches between her legs to guide me to her slippery entrance, and I grit my teeth in sweet agony as she manages to push in the tip. “I can’t…it w-won’t…”

“Didn’t I tell you the hole was fucking tight?” She nods, writhing in whimpering circles on my dick, even though she’s only taken an inch. “Remember how it happened in my bed? You needed a good, hard shove to be filled up.”

“Yes. Shove it, please, shove it—”

I clamp my leather gloved hand over her mouth and ram myself home, flattening her to the wall in the process, her cry of bliss hot in my palm. “You’re naked for a reason,” I grunt in her ear, my balls immediately so sensitive, I can barely breathe. “Fuck me like you were taught.”

She starts stirring those magic hips and I nearly bust. The first time I took her, I couldn’t believe anyone’s body had the ability to move like Meg’s, let alone a virgin, but after only one fuck, she’s gotten even better. She levers up and wiggles down and grinds on that dick like something out of an unrealistic fantasy, clutched up around my cock the way a baseball player chokes up on a bat, riding up and down like she was born to fuck.

“Tightest little thing on the planet, I swear to Christ. Pussy this good should be illegal,” I say, my breath running short, her ass slapping up and down on my thighs while I play with her bouncy titties, her feet using the brick wall for leverage to push back and fuck me better. Harder. “Get ready for that slam-fuck, baby. It’s coming. Just letting you work me up first…and goddamn, you’re doing your job, aren’t you?”

“I love to make it good for Daddy,” she whispers, looking back at me with a sultry expression. Driving my last shred of sanity clear out of my head. Coaxing the animal she wanted to the forefront. I’m horny as sin, dying for a nut, mindless as I shift to plant my feet more firmly on the ground, then I grip her one-of-a-kind hips and get pumping, my chin resting on the top of her head, mouth open and snarling.

“You don’t just make it good, Meg, you make me feel like a god,” I rasp in her ear. “You put my heart in my throat. You… God , you spoil my cock rotten . You make me want to live a thousand years so I can have them all with you.” Speech is beginning to grow difficult because I’m so close to climaxing. “You are perfect. You are mine. ”

“I’m yours. Forever, Koen.”

“Forever. Just keep grinding those young hips for me. Just like that. Oh God.” My head drops back, just envisioning the fat trunk of my shaft squeezing into her dripping slit, my balls making sharp swings, full of come to fill up my precious little masterpiece. “Baby. Baby . Fuuuuuck .”

Her orgasm is so slick and whiny and filthy, I have no choice but to pop off myself, giving her eight ferocious pounds against the wall and letting my lust loose, grunting like the beast I am every time another thick, piping hot spurt finds its mark, deep, deep in her incredible body, my right hand around her throat, choking her while she gets off, her thighs open wide like a dirty brat, hips tilted so she can rub her clit on me and make the most of her climax, using my overflowing come to grease her wheels.

“Good girl. Make a mess on the fucking ground.” I grip her jaw hard, surging my cock in one final time, emptying the last drops remaining in my balls. “Let everyone look at that wet spot in the morning and know someone got railed good and hard right here.” I lick the side of her face crudely and she moans, turning her face eagerly into my tongue, because she’s my perfect counterpoint. “They won’t know the half of how good it is, though, will they? No one knows but us. There’s no one but us, Meg. ”

“No one but us,” she whispers, turning to face me.

Throwing herself into my arms, letting me lift her. Hold her nude and sated body against mine like the world is ending, rocking and muttering words of love with my heart packed in my throat. And then I feel her tears in my neck.

“Koen, I have to tell you something.”