Dark Reasons Ch. 14

He waited, riding out her climax with gritted teeth until she relaxed beneath him.

"Ethan," she sighed, opening her eyes to see his taut features and eyes gone hard with desire. He looked half wild, uncontrollable in the dim light that came through her curtains. "You didn't..." she let the sentence trail off as his hands traced her features, stroked over her jaw and down to her throat. A thrill of fear shot through her as his hand wrapped around her slender neck.

"Not yet," he ground out. He held her down with his hand at her throat, the other hand holding himself above her, his hips moving slowly as he teased her still sensitive clit by brushing against it on every stroke.

Jenna felt fear but also renewed passion as desire and pleasure twisted in her middle. Her hands came to his wrist, grabbing and trying to pull it away from her neck even as her hips moved in time with his, rising and falling, pushing to grind her cunt against him. "What are you doing?" she cried out.

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He watched as they ran into the apartment building, his teeth gnashing and gritting in his fury. That fucking doctor should be in jail right now, not back in her apartment, back in her bed fucking his woman.

She was his, though she was having troubles admitting it. But she would, and soon.

Going to his car, he took one last look up at the window that he knew was her bedroom. The silhouette of the doctor's head could be seen through the gauzy sheer curtains that covered the thin glass panes. It made him want to draw the gun he had concealed in his car and fire it, getting rid of his rival once and forever.

But before he could, the silhouette disappeared. He got in his car and picked up the file folder he kept in the back seat. A sheaf of papers, each one with a woman's picture and information on it was in the manila file folder. With a smile, he looked through the pictures, stopping occasionally to stroke his hand over a face or lift the picture to his mouth for a kiss.

"There you are," he said finally, drawing a picture out of all the others and staring at it.

The girl on the picture was beautiful, short dark hair tipped with gold highlights, huge gray eyes that seemed to look right inside of you and see everything you tried to hide. She had high cheekbones, thick black lashes and a lush mouth that he couldn't wait to taste. She was waiting for him, he knew, for he'd stalked her and found out her routine.

He carefully put the rest of the pictures back in their file, closing it and setting it back in the back seat before starting his car and pulling out into the traffic that was getting steadily heavier. If he timed it right, he should be able to find her as she was heading on her way to work.

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Cassie Edwards kissed her husband as they parted ways in the driveway; each in their own car for their work took them in different directions. Cassie worked in the northern part of the city as a real estate agent with a high profile office. She was good at her work, took pride in her appearance and the appearance of her home and family which showed in the well taken care of lawn and flower beds that lined the house and driveway and also in the high powered red business suit with the slim pencil skirt that she wore with confidence.

And she was about to die.

She backed out of her spot in the driveway, beeped and waved once more at her husband, Chris, before putting the car into drive and heading to work. Today was going to be a busy day, three showings and two meetings, plus going over the promotions on a new house they'd just acquired to sell. Cassie smiled. It was the kind of day she enjoyed, busy and energizing.

About three blocks from her home, she heard the siren behind her and glanced in her rear view mirror. A car was behind her, a bubble light in the front window. He motioned her over and she obeyed with a sigh.

Rolling down her window, she waited until the police man was close to her door.

"Yes, officer? I don't think I was speeding," she said, smiling a polite smile.

She was perfect, he thought. Just as he had hoped, she was so sweet and polite, with that just so slightly uncertain smile. He couldn't wait to taste her.

"License and registration, ma'am," he said, acting the part he was playing to a tee.

Cassie dug out her license and handed him that and her registration. She watched as he looked both documents over and then looked at her.

"I'm going to need you to get out of the car, Ms. Edwards." He stepped back to make room for her to open the door.

Cassie took the keys out of the ignition and then climbed out of the car, leaving the window open but closing her car door. She felt his long fingers close around her upper arm, pulling her around to the passenger seat of his car. Before she could get in, he pushed her down against the hood of the car, grabbing her wrists and cuffing them quickly.

"What are you doing?" Panic surfaced as she realized how completely vulnerable she was with her hands secured.

"In an unmarked car you are not allowed in unless cuffed, Ms. Edwards. It's for both of our protection." He opened the door and shoved her inside the passenger seat before slamming the door closed and hurrying around to his own side. He had problems wiping the smile off of his face as he looked at her, trussed and unable to fight against him though she would be little more than a brief struggle, she was so tiny.

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Ethan heard Jenna and lifted his head, slowing his thrusts as he watched her face.

"Ethan, baby, what are you doing?" she asked again.

His hand lifted from her throat, and he leaned down, kissing her lips with a gentleness that brought tears to her eyes. "It was seeing his hand prints on your throat, Jenna, it was driving me crazy. I was just covering them. I'm sorry." He kissed her again, this time long and slow, his tongue stroking over her teeth, sinking into her mouth to taste the flavor of her passion, the sweetness that was Jenna. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said when he lifted his mouth from hers.

Jenna brought her knees up to his hips, her hands sliding down his back to cup his slowly thrusting butt. She could feel his muscles working under his skin and she squeezed the firm flesh her fingers slipping between to tease between his thighs and over his ass. She found the puckered flesh of his anus and pushed just the tip on her finger inside, feeling him jerk forward in surprise.

"I didn't mean to scare you," she said, her voice low and husky. She pushed in a little further. "I'm sorry, baby."

He laughed, leaning down to nip at her earlobe with his teeth. "You can scare me like that anytime, love." He groaned as she did again, his thrusts becoming uncontrollable as his orgasm loomed closer.

Jenna reached down between her thighs, her fingers finding her stiff pebbled clit and rolling it almost desperately. She felt his thighs tense under hers, felt his body jerk and thrummed it harder, wanting urgently to come with him.

Ethan felt her inner walls contract around his cock, the hot juices of her spendings washing over him and erupted within her, jerking against her as he bathed her cervix with a pearly layer of come. "Jenna," he growled, letting his body relax against hers as he came down from the peak.

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He looked down at the girl beneath him, her red suit now in shreds around her nude form, her body bruised and welted from his big hands. She'd fought, struggled hard against him but had been no match for his strength. It had almost been too easy.

Pulling his spent cock from her body, he admired the way his come oozed from between her battered thighs mixed with sticky red from where he'd torn her with his roughness. His handprint was around her throat, standing out in bold relief from the pale skin. But she wasn't dead. He didn't want her dead yet. She was going to serve a purpose. She was going to help rid him of his rival for Jenna's affection. She was going to help him kill Ethan Miller.

Running a hand over her breasts, he was disappointed in their size, hoping that they would have been fuller, and the nipples more prominent. He tweaked at the one in his hand, pulling it out until it would go no further, her breast stretching. She moaned which only made him smile, an evil smile that seemed somehow inhuman considering the way his body looked.

Long whip marks marred his back and buttocks, reminders of dear, recently deceased Grandma. He'd made sure her body would never be found. Scars from burn marks were like tracks over his chest and across his stomach. His thighs were covered with other kinds of scars, long ones from where he'd taken to sliding a razor blade across them when things got too much to bear and the pain he'd dealt with all his life became more than he could handle. It had kept him focused for so long, able to do his job and to act normal in real life.

But his wife had noticed, the little incidents that had grown until she'd left one day while he was at work, running away with no notice or forwarding address. He could have found her easily, and maybe one day he would, but for now, he had another woman to deal with. She would be his to deal with, Jenna would be his.

The girl roused her mouth opening to scream at the pain she felt as well as the terrible sight of this man who'd raped and beaten her. He was crazy; the things he had done to her were insane. The things he had made her do were worse. Her mouth was open; her lungs working to find the air to scream, but nothing but gasping noises would come out of her gaping mouth.

He smiled down at her, loosing his hold upon her nipple and slipping his finger into her sopping pussy. Pulling his spunk coated fingers out, he wiped them around her lips, sliding them inside her open mouth before yanking his hand back as she tried to bite him.

"Bitch," he said pleasantly, reaching out almost gently and slapping her hard enough to draw blood to her mouth. He walked away, hearing her gasps of pain as she tried to move, knowing that her leg was broken, for he'd done that on purpose. He'd broken her ribs too, and strangled her enough to damage her voice box. He didn't want her speaking, not until he was ready.

Cassie watched the monster turn away from her and tried to sit up. The pain was awesome, overwhelming and immense, radiating from her chest out. She tried to move her legs but more pain assailed her, making her feel dizzy and light headed. She fell back against the floor, panting, whimpers coming from her mouth as that was the most sound she could make.

When he turned, his eyes wild, his hands shaking, she screamed, no sound coming from her mouth. In his trembling hand was a scalpel, the metal shining in the light from the small lamp above her. He walked towards her as she tried to drag herself across the floor, coming to stand above her with the knife raised above his head.