man. He’d wanted to rush over to them as they sat in that playground and drive a stake into the bastard’s heart when he saw the way he was touching Melissa. She was his property damn it, and no other man should be groping her like that!
At least now he was sure the man wasn’t human. No human could take a bowling ball to the foot like that and simply walk out of there as though nothing had happened. No, any normal man would have gone straight to the hospital.
Looking around, he tried to find something that he could vent his rage on, but the place was nearly empty. His gaze landed on the bed. It was his one and only luxury item. It had a wrought iron frame. When he saw it, he’d known he had to have it. He could imagine his step-bitch tied to it. The metal would ensure that she couldn’t break her way free. And once he had her strapped to the bed, right where he wanted her, that’s when the payback would begin, when the fun would start.
Shifting his focus to a thick beam that disappeared high into the ceiling, Travis could see that brown-haired bastard that stole Melissa from him. He could see him wrapped in silver chains, struggling against the burning, forced to watch as Travis found pleasure in discovering all the tricks that vampire and all his friends had taught her. Then, when he was screaming in helpless rage, Travis would get his revenge. He’d become the cat, toying with his prey. Scorching the unholy creature with the small silver crucifixes that he’d bought.
A roll of duct tape lay near the beam on a small wooden table. He had big plans for that, after all, it was such a versatile tool. The monster would have his mouth sealed shut by it, after Travis had slipped one of the crosses into his mouth. He wouldn’t get to see the foaming he was sure would be present, but he could imagine how badly the creature would writhe in pain, his muffled screams almost a symphony to his ears.
And for Melissa, well, he had much more creative ideas about what he’d do with her. He’d make her beg him to forgive her. He’d make her wish she’d just been a good girl all those years ago instead of running away and humiliating him.
When she ran off, he’d been a laughing stock. But now…now all that was going to change, and he was going to relish his revenge.
Pulling his dick out, he started to jerk off as he closed his eyes and remembered the look of fear she used to get in her eyes when he raised his hand. After a few smacks, the simple gesture was enough to ensure she did exactly as she was told.
He’d waited patiently for her bitch mother to die so he could have her all to himself. And now all that waiting would pay off.
Stopping his movements, he tucked himself back into his jeans. The urge to come was almost overwhelming, but he would wait. At least until after he called Diane. The slut would meet him someplace, and since she seemed so incompetent in earning her money by being his spy, he’d make certain she earned it another way.
He would make sure she wore the brown wig too. If he squinted just right, he was almost able to fool himself into thinking it was Melissa.
And after he’d come by ramming his dick down her throat until he was satisfied, he’d make sure she got a taste of what would happen if she continued to fail to get the information he wanted.
Chapter Seven
“Don’t worry, Gareth’s at La’s.” Melissa teased Duncan as he entered her house. Taking his hand, she led him into the living room and sat down on the couch. “Is it horrible for me to admit I feel like I’m back in high school?” she asked nervously.
“Why?”
“Well, going bowling, making out in the playground, you coming over to watch a movie…it’s just how I imagined dating would be in high school.”
Duncan put his arm around her. “Is that so bad?”
“No. But I’m not in high school. I’m a grown woman, and I feel like I have to sneak around behind my brother’s back.”
“We don’t have to
At least now he was sure the man wasn’t human. No human could take a bowling ball to the foot like that and simply walk out of there as though nothing had happened. No, any normal man would have gone straight to the hospital.
Looking around, he tried to find something that he could vent his rage on, but the place was nearly empty. His gaze landed on the bed. It was his one and only luxury item. It had a wrought iron frame. When he saw it, he’d known he had to have it. He could imagine his step-bitch tied to it. The metal would ensure that she couldn’t break her way free. And once he had her strapped to the bed, right where he wanted her, that’s when the payback would begin, when the fun would start.
Shifting his focus to a thick beam that disappeared high into the ceiling, Travis could see that brown-haired bastard that stole Melissa from him. He could see him wrapped in silver chains, struggling against the burning, forced to watch as Travis found pleasure in discovering all the tricks that vampire and all his friends had taught her. Then, when he was screaming in helpless rage, Travis would get his revenge. He’d become the cat, toying with his prey. Scorching the unholy creature with the small silver crucifixes that he’d bought.
A roll of duct tape lay near the beam on a small wooden table. He had big plans for that, after all, it was such a versatile tool. The monster would have his mouth sealed shut by it, after Travis had slipped one of the crosses into his mouth. He wouldn’t get to see the foaming he was sure would be present, but he could imagine how badly the creature would writhe in pain, his muffled screams almost a symphony to his ears.
And for Melissa, well, he had much more creative ideas about what he’d do with her. He’d make her beg him to forgive her. He’d make her wish she’d just been a good girl all those years ago instead of running away and humiliating him.
When she ran off, he’d been a laughing stock. But now…now all that was going to change, and he was going to relish his revenge.
Pulling his dick out, he started to jerk off as he closed his eyes and remembered the look of fear she used to get in her eyes when he raised his hand. After a few smacks, the simple gesture was enough to ensure she did exactly as she was told.
He’d waited patiently for her bitch mother to die so he could have her all to himself. And now all that waiting would pay off.
Stopping his movements, he tucked himself back into his jeans. The urge to come was almost overwhelming, but he would wait. At least until after he called Diane. The slut would meet him someplace, and since she seemed so incompetent in earning her money by being his spy, he’d make certain she earned it another way.
He would make sure she wore the brown wig too. If he squinted just right, he was almost able to fool himself into thinking it was Melissa.
And after he’d come by ramming his dick down her throat until he was satisfied, he’d make sure she got a taste of what would happen if she continued to fail to get the information he wanted.
Chapter Seven
“Don’t worry, Gareth’s at La’s.” Melissa teased Duncan as he entered her house. Taking his hand, she led him into the living room and sat down on the couch. “Is it horrible for me to admit I feel like I’m back in high school?” she asked nervously.
“Why?”
“Well, going bowling, making out in the playground, you coming over to watch a movie…it’s just how I imagined dating would be in high school.”
Duncan put his arm around her. “Is that so bad?”
“No. But I’m not in high school. I’m a grown woman, and I feel like I have to sneak around behind my brother’s back.”
“We don’t have to
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