The Guru: Shadow (Dark Triad #1)

7. Deis

7

DEIS

PLAYLIST: BECOME THE BEAST (PREDATOR REMIX) - KARLIENE

H e watched her walking block by block by block. Walking in circles, she seemed to have no goal at all. Now she sat for a while in Madison Square Park, on the bench that had this beautiful view of the Empire State.

Something about her he couldn’t quite grasp. It almost intimidated him a bit, which was definitely a first. He was normally a master of reading people, but there was a puzzle piece of hers he missed.

“Ed, do you have her signal?” he asked his driver as he watched her pick up her phone.

He handed him the tablet with a traced signal on it.

“No messages?”

“No, she’s just checking her banking and Instagram.”

“Interesting. Anything else you found?”

“The ex is in Bali with the Peterson girl, just got married, Instagram is on the third tab.”

“The Peterson girl is her ex-best friend?” asked Greg. Greg was the newest member on the team, and it was his first field trip with them .

“Yes.”

He switched to the tab, and there he was. The typical ‘I studied Ivy League Finance and now I’ll rock Wall Street, I am entitled to it piker’ jumping at him. He also saw the picture Emma had mentioned. It was really below the belt, and he would take care of them after everything else was done.

“How’s the mother doing?” he asked.

“Still in the home, her Alzheimer’s getting worse by the day,” answered Ed.

“Her father died?” asked Greg.

“We could phrase it as much. Her father was a con artist, anger issues. He died when Emma was fifteen. The mother is the daughter of import-export mogul, Augustin Schwartz, but was disowned after she married. Afterwards, she was quite often in the ER, domestic violence markers all over the files. She’s suffered from heavy depression for about twenty-five years now and has early-onset Alzheimer’s.” It was the official story, and all he could let Greg know until he had proven himself.

“Markers in Emma’s files, too?”

“Quite,” answered Ed. “Deis, what I personally found worth a look at is a collection of old photos from the archives Jaz found recently. She used a handle there, but it is the same one she uses on Reddit on her current phone. They’re in the folder.”

Interesting, very, very interesting.

Maybe she was able to take more than I thought her to be able to.

“Anything else?”

“Got fired again, as you already know. She really does switch jobs like underwear. Still not finished her studies. The browsing history got quite extensive lately, few irrelevant messages.”

She is lonely. And desperate.

“Define extensive search history.”

“The usual ‘how to be happy’ to searching bodily symptoms, but also interestingly, porn, med courses, and historical occurrences. A lot of it makes no sense to me. She’s either researching for the books she is supposedly writing, or her personality is kind of wild.”

Kind of wild. She sure is .

The only thing he was interested in was one thing.

“What kind of porn?”

“Quite similar to your tastes.”

It was all he needed to know. He knew it back then, and now he would prove it. The thought of it made his core prickle in anticipation. She had so many layers he would unpack until he would finally unveil her true existence. But most of all, she was so much more than he ever thought possible. He had suspected, it had been nothing more than a feeling when he stared into those dark green eyes with the depth of all the forests in the world put together in them, but she was much deeper than any of them. And that was the very reason none of those idiots calling her friend got her.

But I do. And I’ll make her mine.

“ She’s on the move,” said Ed, pointing towards the bench.

“Keep following her.”

“She’s aiming for Central Park,” said Ed after while.

They had been following her for miles through half of New York City. She really had endurance. Although people in Manhattan were used to walking, her walk went crisscross from Hell’s Kitchen all the way to Downtown. She went over the Brooklyn Bridge through Dumbo and back over the Manhattan Bridge, where they had Greg follow her by foot. From there, she went all the way through Chinatown and Gramercy up to Midtown. On her way, she passed some nasty corners where a girl shouldn’t walk alone. But she just walked. Mostly with headphones in. Not even turning around once. The carelessness of it was quite extensive. She was either fearless or reckless, with not much regard for life.

Probably both.

“Central Park. Many dark spots. I’ll go by foot, be on standby.” And he reached for the hooded jacket Ed had already handed him. Somehow he sensed he had to follow her himself this time. Or maybe it was the voice in him longing for a hunt.

He had to run to catch up with her, pulling over the hood. The hair on his arms stood up as he went after her.

Hunting.

He loved it. Nighttime hunts were the best of all.

She is no prey. Focus! came the reminder of his controlling part.

There she walked, forty feet in front of him. Never glancing nervously back like most women did.

Why wouldn’t she check behind her?

She took out her phone, glanced at it, and shoved it back into her coat. Checking his watch, he saw it was way beyond 1a.m., so she was not only doing something dangerous but also something illegal, as Central Park was closed in the nighttime hours. Not that he cared, but a certain feeling spread through him. This was not a coincidence. None of it was.

All his senses were on high alert as he scanned the surroundings for movement, for noise, for anything unusual. There were some people lurking by the bushes on his right, probably drunken teenagers from the sound of it. A homeless man on a bench, but nothing that called for immediate danger.

She took a turn into one of the lesser-frequented paths, even during the day. And then his heart began to beat faster. His muscles tensed. His whole body went on alert. Even before the figure stepped out of the shadows and walked up straight behind her. Emma flinched hard, and on the next corner, the enormous, hooded figure pulled her from the path into the darkness, under a bridge. She didn’t even scream.

Why doesn’t she shout for help?

Running towards the spot, he activated the alert button on his military gear watch, just to be sure Edwards would be on alert and could hear. Glancing around the corner to where the bear of a man had pulled her, he saw her being pressed against the wall – a gun pointed at her head.

Damn.

“What is a chick like you doing out here by night?” he heard the male voice say to her. She didn’t answer.

“Mhhhhm, nothing?” came another rasping sound. “I must guess then; you smell like you want to be taken.”

Why is she not fighting back?

“ Here are the rules, sweetheart. If you scream, I’ll pull the trigger. If you don’t do what I tell you to, I’ll pull the trigger. If you mess with me, I’ll also pull the trigger. Understood?”

And as she didn’t answer, he heard a click, and the male voice hissed darkly at her, “Answer!”

“Y-Y-es,” came her shaky voice.

“Good, now turn around and open your pants.”

His whole body went into attack mode. Senses sharp, muscles tense, and focused on what was to happen. He had to intervene.

No one would touch her.

No one.

The only one who would take her was him.

“She won’t do any of the such,” he growled and stepped around the corner of the bridge poster, pulling out the gun from his belt, pointing it directly at the predator’s head, who froze.

“Remove your gun, asshole, very slowly.”

The guy did it without hesitation, with shaking hands. He gripped the gun, and the moment he did, he knew it was a fake.

“Step away from her.” He observed every one of his movements, waiting for a hint of a fight.

The guy had quite the body-build from what he could presume. He took one step back, but then he spun around with the fastness of a cornerback. The guy ducked, and launched himself at him before he could safely pull the trigger – he did not want the bullet to miss the guy and hit Emma.

The impact of the guy was much heavier than anticipated. The hard ground beneath him and the weight of the man crushed his torso, the gun flew out of his hand as his head hit the ground. A gasp of pain came out of his throat. It was exactly what he needed right now. Direct his obsession elsewhere, preferably into violence against those who deserved it.

The guy pushed himself up and his fist crashed painfully into his face.

Damn. He was strong. This’ll be a good one.

He loved a good fight, but this was just payback for his attempt to rape her and a way to let out some stamina, so he hit the guy several times in the face. Hard. Blood splattered onto his own face from the impact his knuckles made on the guy’s skin.

Then, two hands wandered around his throat, choking him, hard. So, he kicked with his knee against the guy’s balls and abdomen, but nothing happened. Next, he reached for his fingers, pulling both middle fingers, bending them back to the point of breaking until the guy finally loosened his grip – his chance.

“What does a little mother fucker like you want to do against me?” came the guy’s rasping voice.

And just when he wanted to make his next move, they both heard her.

“Nothing,” Emma said, standing behind the guy. “But I will.” And with it, she pressed his gun, the real one, against the guy’s head.

Unable to avert his eyes, he saw her in all her rawness, fearless as she seemed to be right now. There she was again, the girl he had seen before, with the darkness consuming her, daring, present, powerful. And he was one hundred percent sure she would pull the trigger.

“You either run, now, or your brain will be all over the ground. I’ll give you three seconds. One…”

Gods, she is even darker than I thought.

“ Two…”

The guy jumped up with the skill of a cat jumping from a hot stove and ran like a sissy. Way faster than he thought possible for a man of his statute.

When his eyes flashed from following him back to her, she just stood there, staring down at him, the gun now pointed directly at his chest.

Something about her look warned him not to break the silence, nor to move. It was a dangerous look that left him with an arousing curiosity. Her gaze wandered slowly down to the gun in her hand, back to him. And without another word, she threw it next to him, turned around and walked away.

The hell she would walk away just like that!

So, he jumped up, too, took the gun, stored it back in the holster, and went after her.

“Ed, Greg, you listened,” he barked into the watch, while wiping the blood off his face with his arm, “he went west from where we are, size of a bear, black Carhartt hoodie, mid-long brown hair, green-ish eyes, trimmed beard, black no-brand sneakers, find him, take him down, attempted SA at gunpoint and battering.” And then he reached her. His heart hammering in blissful anticipation against his chest.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he hissed darkly at her.

“What do you care?” she snapped back at him without looking.

So, we’re playing that game.

“I thought you to have more regard for your life than walking dark places as a woman, alone.”

“So, you call me weak? Wasn’t it me who got the guy off you?”

“With my gun, after I got him off you, yeah.”

“You want me to…what? Thank you for stalking me? Shall I send flowers?”

Oh, you are gold, ma belle.

“Actually, you’ll come to my car with me so we can talk about whatever happened.”

“If you believe that I’ll set a foot in your car ever again–”

“Oh, you will, because what you did, strolling around here at night, was either because you are fearless or because you have no regard for your life.” Her eyes flashed at him with his last words.

So, it’s the latter.

“And either way, I will not let you walk around alone anymore.”

“Watch me.” And with it, she turned around towards the main walk.

Something in him snapped. He was much too aroused to let her go and only to teach her a lesson.

She had to learn.

He gripped her by the arm, pulled her back, and within the second, his other hand closed around her throat. Her eyes were wide but still arousing fire and darkness in them.

Leaning down, his lips almost touched hers. Her warm breaths came against his skin, bringing the sweet-salty scent of her skin with it.

Her scent.

Intoxicating. Thrilling.

All of his existence wanted to lose control, but he could not – not completely. Very slowly, and with utmost deliberation, he trailed over to her ear, careful not to give her the satisfaction of touch. And when his mouth reached it, he whispered into it, “Next time, I’ll watch you being raped and post a video of it on social media.”

And while he did, he closed his grip around her neck even more and leaned back to watch her reaction.

There was no fear in her eyes. Instead, his words had lit a fire. A fire, that burned him down only from staring back at him. It was way too good.

“Empty threats,” she said with a rasping voice as she almost didn’t get enough air. “Come on, do it.”

He had expected her to fight, to beg for mercy, to spit, even scream. But he had not expected her to challenge him. Did she see right through the game he was playing?

“Oh, ma belle , you’ll regret this,” he whispered.

And he took her by the wrist and pulled her back to where they came from.

Reaching the exact same spot under the bridge where the guy had tried to take her, he pushed her against the wall. The dump thud of her head hitting into the wall was like music to his ears. She did not flinch. Neither when his hand gripped around her throat again. With his other hand, he took out the gun from his belt and held it against her head.

“Mhhhhm,” he growled at her, repeating the same words the assaulter used. “You smell like you want to be taken.”

“Here are the rules, sweetheart. You will kneel down, open your dirty little mouth like a good girl, and suck my cock. If you bite, I’ll pull the trigger. If you scream, I’ll pull the trigger. If you’re not doing it to my satisfaction, I’ll fuck your mouth until your throat bleeds. Do you understand?”

It was pure gold watching her fight with herself. And for a small moment, he thought she would fight him. He would’ve let her. But he knew she wanted it. She wanted to suck him from the moment he put his finger in her mouth.

“Yes, I understand,” she breathed out with a croaked voice from the choking.

The moment she did, his control crumbled. With force, he pushed her down and let go of her throat so he could open his pants. She knelt down, her eyes locked in his, staring up at him with an intensity that made a shudder run down his spine.

When he pulled out his hard cock, she did not look at it. Her eyes did not move a fraction of a bit from his, not even when she opened her mouth and her lips slowly wandered towards it.

“No hands,” he ordered her.

Without hesitation, she let her hands fall down onto her knees. And when her mouth finally encased his hard cock, a moan-like gasp left his throat. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth enclosing him while the intensity of the situation prickled through him - it was more than he could’ve hoped for. Her dark eyes pierced his, while she slid down all his length until his crown reached her throat. Instead of immediately pulling back, she pushed herself on his hard cock. She enjoyed the moment. A moment that made him almost go crazy, because right now, she controlled him as much he controlled her.

She wants it.

She wants me to do it.

To take her. To be taken by me.

When she finally moved back again, her tongued played along his shaft. Just as she reached the tip, her tongue wandered around it, drawing three beautiful circles around it, only to switch to a little suck and then go back to the encircling of his crown.

She did so three times.

The magical number three. Mhhhm, ma belle, you know without knowing.

And then she slid back fiercely with hard lips pressing around his whole cock. She pushed her mouth onto his cock, so hard it slammed into her throat while she neither gagged nor broke her gaze.

Like I said. Perfection.

It made not only him moan, but her too. He could see how much she enjoyed sucking his cock, as the lust spilled fire in her eyes, burning him alive .

It was the very look he would, from now on, have forever imprinted into his mind.

She then moved a little faster, always letting him hammer into her throat. It was too good. She was having way too much fun doing it. It was time to show her what she’d got herself into.

So, he pushed her by the forehead back into the wall until she could not move anymore backwards and then grasped the roots of her hair on her head. It was time for her to get her mouth truly fucked. He thrusted into her mouth while simultaneously pulling her by the hair onto it. Every time he hit her deep, her head hit into the stone wall behind her with a dumb thud. Exactly what he wanted to hear. One last time he pushed in, held it in and let go of her hair while he stored his gun back into the holster on his belt. What was to come would be even better.

With his palms encasing her face left and right, the anticipation in him let him grin malevolently.

“You will regret this.”

And with it, he thrusted hard into her mouth, so hard it made her squeak and gag. But she did not fight it. He held his cock deep in her throat until her eyes became watery. It was all about seeing the desperation spread in her, the look of realization of being at his mercy.

And there it is.

He let go only for a moment, only to hold her head steady again and thrust into her mouth again.

Only this time, even faster, and harder.

What a phenomenal mouth to fuck .

He could feel her trying to move away with her head, but he did not let her.

“Don’t fucking move.”

Her eyes darkened, if possible, even more. His words had aroused her, she wanted it just as much. Seeing her roll her hips a bit with every of his thrusts, he could see the lust burning him alive.

And then instinct took over.

He needed more. He needed to break her. Claim her. Take her. He needed to mark her as his. At the very thought of it, while feeling the sensation of her lips around his cock, he bent his head back, growling deep.

He wanted to go further; he wanted all his cock in her mouth. So, he pushed her head a little back. And then he thrusted in. Just when he reached her throat, he pushed, harder. He could feel her resistance. But he did not stop. He wanted his cock to be all in her. Whatever it would cost. He was big, and it would hurt like shit, and it was exactly what he wanted to see her feel.

And then she relaxed her throat.

Gods! So unbelievably good.

His cock slid in with all its length, leaving him with a burning feeling of utmost desire for her. He saw her close her eyes, tears streaming down over her temples into her hair. He held on for just another moment until he pulled back, making her gag and gasp for air.

So unbelievably good.

And then he pushed in again.

And again.

And again.

Every time more valiantly and just as deep. So deep, the tip of her nose touched the skin on his lower abdomen.

She was gasping for air, tears continually streaming down her cheeks, and he loved it. At least what others understood when they said they loved something. For him, it was her glorious ability to take him, not fight him, enjoy him, and the pain, just as much as he did.

There was only a single thing missing to make it absolutely clear to her that he meant what he said. So, while his cock was full in her, her head pressed against the wall, he reached for his phone with one of his hands and pressed the camera and record button. The flashlight lit her beautiful face full of desperate tears and pain.

“I told you I’d make a video,” he said darkly, as her eyes filled with a flash of fear before she was blinded by the brightness.

This was for him, and for him only. She would be his. And until that day, he would have this.

“Look good for the watchers.”

And then he fucked her mouth, grasping the hair on her head again to keep her in control while filming how he destroyed her throat. Her face and top were wet from all the tears, and she tried to push him away with her hands, unsuccessfully. Even as her nails dug into his skin, he would not stop, it turned him on even more. His cock swelled. It became bigger and thicker with every thrust until he would come any second now.

When his cock was about to burst, he pulled out and let his seamen spread all over her face and into her hair.

Gorgeous. And I have everything on camera.

She was frozen in the position he had left her, panting and sobbing in a rasping sound.

He smeared his thumb over her face, collecting cum off it, and then shoved it in her mouth.

“Was that what you wanted before?”

She could’ve wiggled herself out of the situation.

She could’ve said no or scream or bite him.

But instead, she nodded.

She nodded and sucked in his thumb, swirling around it with her tongue.

And he knew right at this moment that he had not only found a hidden gem, his hidden gem, but also his equal. Not that he didn’t know before, but now, he truly knew.

“Good,” he whispered, “because you’ll do that again.”