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After a short ride, Valeria and the man were at her apartment door. She smelled his arousal and heard his heartbeat accelerating. This part of the hunt was always so exciting. The moment the predator realized it was actually the prey. A delightful shiver ran down her spine, and a tiny smile revealed her tingling feeling of pleasure. Turning the key, she invited him inside.
He entered and looked around the room as she pressed the door closed behind them. He turned to face her. βDo you live here alone?β
She smiled and nodded. βYes, itβs just me. Roommates donβt tend to approve of my eccentricities.β
He grinned and looked her up and down. βI imagine they wouldnβt. Iβve had a similar problem. People like us live beyond the boundaries. We know what we want, and weβre not afraid to take it. Our strength and courage make others uncomfortable.β
Valeria raised her eyebrows and laughed. βUh-huh. Courage. Are you a brave man? Do you feel bold tonight?β
His face flushed in response to her laughter. He closed the distance between them and pulled her against him. Groping her, he tried to kiss her mouth and fumbled with the buttons on her shirt. She pushed him away and shook her headβpursing her lips and frowning.
She wagged a finger in his face. βNo, no. Bad boy! I didnβt give you permission.β
His face darkened and twisted. βOh, itβs playtime, you fucking tease! Iβll take what I want.β
He reached for her again, but she grabbed his wrist with blinding speed. One quick twist and the bones cracked. A wet popping sound echoed across the empty room.
The man screamed and fell to the floor, clasping his injured arm against his swollen belly. He panted and kicked out with his legs to slide away from her.
Valeria smiled and slowly followed him, toying with her prey. βMy, myβ¦ You sure do move fast. This is barely our first date! What was that you were saying about strength, Steven? Such a big, strong man trying to force himself on a sweet, innocent girl like me. Shame on you!β
He glared at her with beads of cold sweat trickling down his pale face. βYou fucking bitch! You broke my arm!β Suddenly squinting, he asked, βHow do you know my name?β
She clucked her tongue. βYou poor baby. Iβm sure the women you killed wish theyβd only suffered broken arms. But you did so much more, didnβt you, Mr. Wilkins? I know all about you.β
His face fell. βI d-d-donβt know w-what youβre talking about.β
βTsk tsk, Steven. A murderer and a liar? Oh my goodnessβ¦β
Steven clutched the broken arm against his chest and pressed up from the floor with his good hand. He awkwardly rose to his feet and started stumbling toward the door. βYouβre a psychopath! Iβm leaving now, and youβll hear from my lawyer!β
Valeria seized him and tossed his body like a rag doll across the room. He landed with a thud, rolled, and slid on the floor before slamming into the far wall.
βYouβre not going anywhere. Your raping and murdering days are over, Steven. No more girls will die. It ends tonight.β
Whimpering and wheezing, he rose to his knees and tried to climb to his feet again. She crossed the room in a flash and effortlessly lifted him into the air.
The man dangledβkicking and squirmingβas Valeria casually held him at armβs length. He spat out a curse. βWhat the fuck are you?! Some sort of vampire?β
She grimaced. βEwww! Donβt call me that.β
She pulled him in for his final embrace. Stevenβs muffled screams echoed in her hungry mouth. He tried to break free from her iron grasp, but it was impossible.
Within seconds, his legs slowly stopped twitching, and his arms flopped to his sides. Dropping the limp body to the floor, she closed her eyes and quivered with pleasure. Mmmm⦠So fucking good. Waves of sensual heat rippled across the luscious curves of her form.
Now, she just wanted one more thing to ice the cake of this evening. Where was he? He should have been here alreadyβ¦Β