He lunged at her and gripped the back of her neck with one hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his body.
“I will not be topped, Elsa. This is the only warning you get. Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that again,” his tone was thunderous as he growled against her mouth, the scent of cigarette overwhelming her.
Her heart hammered in her ears as the sexy vision of Jordan trying to top Victor seeped into her thoughts. She swallowed tightly and when she pretended not to be affected, he gripped the back of her neck harder. As he glared down at her, she took in every line of his face and studied his powerful expression. Everything about this man was compelling and his magnetism was so potent she didn’t care what the consequences were of being with him.
***
The heat Elsa was putting off made Victor’s cock throb with such intensity he was finding it difficult to concentrate. When he had tracked her phone and found her at work, he was positive she was with someone else. All he could see was red as he drove to her. Shocked to find her alone, he was beside himself. She was up to something, however he had no idea what.
As he held her close and the mixed scents of their sex and her perfume and his cologne infiltrated his brain, his irritation began to subside. She smelled of him and it only proved that she belonged to him. But he would not be topped. More than one Chapter had already tried pulling that shit without success and Elsa was no different. Okay, she was different, but he wasn’t going to be controlled by anyone, most certainly not a little red-head who liked being conquered and fucked in the ass.
He could read her body like a book and right now she was mentally screaming to be fucked hard. He’d love to give her what she wanted except the longing look she was throwing his way scared the hell out of him. She was trying to see his ‘light’ again.
Abruptly he thrust her body away from him, making her gasp out. He would prove there was nothing but darkness in him once and for all and that he could go on with or without her.
“This weekend is cancelled so don’t bother showing up at Grace Street.”
Elsa’s body shuddered from his words and he felt a tinge of satisfaction from her reaction until she opened her mouth.
“I know what you’re trying to do – prove that you’re some cold-hearted, non-feeling asshole who has no light within him. That’s just fine, Victor. Keep pushing me away, but I’m already invested in this game and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just see you on Tuesday. If not on that day, then on Wednesday. If not on that day, then next weekend. I can wait as long as you can hold out.”
Holy fuck this woman was impossible. He ground his teeth loudly and stomped out of the office and back to his car. He had no time for this bullshit. As soon as he drove away, he lit a cigarette. He had never smoked more than with Elsa. She was shredding away the layers of his cool exterior he had taken years to build up.
He was too blinded with everything else that was going on his life to figure her out. Maybe he could use a little help from his not-so-favorite convict and psychotherapist. He chuckled under his breath. Psycho was dead right. He laughed louder. Dead. If only he had the nerve to put a hit on Anthony and all the other homicidal sociopaths in the world, a great deal of his inner turmoil might be alleviated. Someday perhaps. If things didn’t work out with being a criminal profiler, he could always become a vigilante. He smiled evilly at the satisfying thought.
He took a long drag and blew is out slowly as he calmed himself. The Cambridge Killer was out there and he had more important things to deal with than this obstinate little wench. He would deal with her when he got back. In the meantime, he would drop off his notes on her at the Virginia Pen for Ant to peruse. Hopefully he could offer some insight into what made her tick.
18: Obsession
Back in her apartment and in bed, Elsa rolled onto her side and eyed Victor’s manuscript that was on her bedside table. Reaching a hand out, she touched it like it was a long lost friend. It held so much information; some of it useful, a great amount of it disturbing, and all of it intriguing. Now that her weekend with Mr. Black was cancelled, she would have plenty of time to read and she had every intention on finishing it and plotting out her course with Victor. She was going to break through to him if it killed her.
She dreamt of Mr. Black that night and his lightless, unfathomable eyes stabbing into her. Her sleep was restless. Between the bad dreams and the pain and heat throbbing in her thighs, she got only a few good hours of rest. Tired of the ache in her thighs, she woke early on Saturday to take more pain medication.
After eating breakfast, she read through the rest of Chapter Four. It was by far her favorite Chapter, even if she did detest what Jordan had done to his family. Victor may have thought he was ‘helping’ Jordan, but the fact was that Victor learned a lot about himself during their eight weeks together. It seemed to her that Jordan didn’t need help at all, other than to learn to accept who and what he was: a gay man. She also couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for the man for feeling as if he had to live a life of lies. And his poor wife, she had no idea that the man she loved, married, and bore children to was only pretending.
She suddenly felt a bond with the unknown woman. Maybe Elsa, too, was a blind fool for thinking that Victor was someone else when really, he was just pretending to be a nice guy and leading her on. Well, a nice guy on the rarest of occasions.
Still fascinated with Mr. Black’s encounter with Jordan, she reread his final thoughts.
Chapter 4
Closing Thoughts:
All things test subject related must come to an end eventually. You have satiated my curiosity and it is time to move on. Our time together will not be forgotten any time soon nor will the feeling of your strong embrace. I truly hate to send you on your way as I will miss our intense fuck sessions, but it all boils down to my inability to help you, though it’s not for lack of trying on my part. Getting you to accept who you are has proven too monumental a task for the both of us. You will never admit to yourself or your family who you really are despite my less than ethical means of trying to make that happen.
I wish you no ill will, but rather, I hope someday you can fully acknowledge your true sexuality. Life is too short to do otherwise. This was a learning experience for me as well and I know with certainty that I cannot refute who I am any more than you can reject your feelings toward other men. Largely due to this liaison, I understand on a deeper level the attraction and connection felt between same sex partners, the shared sentiments, likes and dislikes, etc.
Will I take on another male test subject? I have no inclination to do so at this time. I prefer the company of a woman and everything that the female body and mind offers me. Namely, allowing me to live up to my full potential as a dominant male and, quite frankly, my thirst for pussy.
Not that you didn’t permit me to exert my power over you or hinder my dominance, C4. Quite the contrary; the control and authority you allowed me were compelling in their own right. I owned every fuckable inch of you during our time together and there is no denying that I will miss and dream of your ass and mouth often.
That being said, I am not opposed to the idea of taking on another male for experimental purposes as I believe in always keeping my options open, especially if it means information can be gained while my twisted needs are met.
The rest of Saturday afternoon and evening was spent with her nose buried in Mr. Black’s chronicles. Elsa found Chapter Three to be spoiled and temperamental, and she had a difficult time connecting with this particular ‘subject.’ She didn’t even feel remotely sorry for what Mr. Black had put the woman through, including caging her at one point. It was clear to see, at least to Elsa, that Anissa didn’t want to be helped. She simply wanted Victor Laurenzo’s full and undivided attention. That part Elsa could understand and sympathize with completely.