Captivated - Jordan Silver Page 0,29

use to open another home in my sister’s name, I’m sure you won’t mind after what you did to her, you fuck. And you,” I turned my attention to the wife, “I hope you die a long slow, painful death.”

I got up to leave, turning off the flashlight so that the room was in complete darkness. Neither of them moved, which is what I’d been counting on, and it gave me enough time to do what I really came here to do.

I stepped out into the night with only the moonlight to guide me.

“Are they still alive?”

“Fuck the fuck you doing lurking around out here in the dark?” This fuck.

“I figured you’d be here.”

“And didn’t come inside to stick your nose in my shit? Try to stop me again?”

“I figured with all you’ve done so far that you wouldn’t kill them. You didn’t… did you?”

“Does it look like I did?” He turned and looked at the house where it was obvious that someone was looking out the window.

“I’m going home to my woman, don’t follow me.” He didn’t see my grin as I walked to my bike and rode away.

‘In other news, the CEO and heir apparent of the now almost defunct Taylor conglomeration has been found dead in his upper west side home along with his wife of four years. Authorities have been very tight-lipped on this one, but the rumor mill has been spinning, and it appears the couple was attacked by some kind of organ eating virus. No word yet from the coroner on whether or not this is true.’

‘Biohazard units have been seen outside the home, and the neighbors have been asked to relocate for safety purposes until it’s certain that there’s no danger to anyone else in the area. As usual, the family is asking that you respect their wishes and give them privacy to mourn the loss of their loved ones.’

‘What a horrible way to go.’

‘Isn’t it? And so young too the two of them.’

‘That poor family has had a rough month, first their business and now…” I tuned out the eleven o’clock news when the two newscasters started playing the guessing game as to what could’ve befallen the two idiots and why the family had come under such heavy attack in the last week or so.

I gotta call my boy at the CDC and thank him for that shit, but since he doesn’t even know I took it, there’s no point. It’s good to have friends in all places. I’m sure Dray the fuck with his murdering ass might sniff around the truth. But the virus had taken two days to kill them. When I left their house, they were very much alive, and he can attest to that.

I’m sure there was no residue left on the door handle of their bedroom door, which is where I’d wiped the little gift I left them. I should’ve taped that shit. From what I heard, that shit is nasty, and it pretty much rots you from the inside out in two days flat.

I turned off the TV, leaving my media room in complete darkness as I finished the celebratory glass of cognac I’d been enjoying with the broadcast before going up to bed where my woman was sound asleep.

Epilogue

Damien

She had her head towards my feet with my cock in her hand stroking one minute sucking it the next, while I laid behind her with my head between her thighs eating her out from behind.

Her ass was on slow-motion today, and I guess she forgot that my dick has a limit, the way she was just lazily playing with him, slow as molasses. I think she thinks I have all day to play with her, too, like I don’t have a business to run.

I was just listening for my cue, for a change in her breathing, or for her to growl out an order at me like a drill sergeant because I’m just here to please her, to feed her hungry snatch whenever she gets an itch. And her pregnant ass is always on the prowl for dick.

I’m not really mad though, I like this new thing of hers, but when I get a chance I’m throwing out every last one of these books she has around here. The fuck is tantric sex? And who the hell taught her about it? She damn sure didn’t learn it from me. I wouldn’t torture my damn self like this.

“Michele!” I lifted my head out of her snatch long