Free Serial: Volume Two by Lily White, Jaden Wilkes

achieve it once again.
    I, too, enjoyed the feeling of ultimate control; however I didn’t need to kill a bitch to achieve it. I’d taken a different route, one that gave me license to hunt and to kill if it was needed. I commanded a team of intelligent and respectful men and women and I had found a special gem in the woman who was wetting my dick.
    Most importantly, and what most people didn’t realize, was that I’m just as dark as CK, maybe even more so. To others, this profession is a lonesome job that sucks the life out of you day after day and crime scene after crime scene. A man couldn’t look into the bowels of hell for too long before losing the ignorant hope that life wasn’t all bad . However, I fed on the scenes, on the job and the realization that evil existed in every place and that it was my job to hunt it down.
    Where one gruesome scene would cause a good man to puke, it would make my heart race with excitement, it would make my dick hard to know that there was some poor bastard out there that would be MY next victim, the next man I chased down to imprison or destroy. They committed the evil and I got off on it, but could disguise my interest and thrill behind the FBI identification I flashed at every scene.
    “Penny for your thoughts, Blake.”
    Pulled from my musings, I blinked my eyes in Emily’s direction. I was turned on just thinking about everything I’d seen in this career and Emily was the perfect outlet for me at that moment.
    “Take off your clothes, Chase.”
    Her eyebrows rose up on her forehead, but without questioning me, she reached down to remove the silk from her body. I took no time, pushing myself up into a sitting position, grabbing her by the back of the neck and bending her over. With her face crushed against the pillows, she wiggled her hips against me, the submissive inside her waking up at the feel of the painful grip I had on her body.
    “You like that you little bitch, don’t you?” Bending over her, I pushed my mouth against her ear and said, “You act so superior and strong when your ass is bouncing in those tight skirts you like to wear at work, but in here, you’re powerless and you fucking know it.”
    She purred, rubbing up against me, begging me to take her body.
    “Don’t worry, beautiful, I’ll take control of that tight cunt of yours and show you what it’s like to be with a man as dangerous as the ones you hunt.”
    It was a slip, a fragment of how I felt in this career, but I knew that deep down Emily was just as sick as me when it came to the type of life in which we’d been immersed. Where I knew the thrill of power that sociopaths and sadists killed in order to achieve, Emily was drawn to the true helplessness of the victims. I think in some ways she wished she could feel helpless, that there could be times in her life where the decisions were no longer hers to make. In business, she was a powerful woman and force to be met, but here in the bed, she was nothing more than a body to be used.
    Slipping the pants from my hips, I forced a condom over my dick before shoving it inside her as I tightened my grip on her neck. She squeaked out in pain, but her hips were moving over me within seconds.
    I slammed into her with all the frustration and rage that was pent up in my body and bent over her again, whispering in her ear my confession that I knew her little secret. “You sick bitch. You think I don’t know? Just like your anger is so obvious, so is your attraction to death. Let me show you what it’s like, little girl.”
    She stopped moving as soon as I forced her face tighter against the pillow, but I didn’t stop slamming into her with increasing speed. Her moans were quieted instantly. She started to struggle when she couldn’t breathe and it made me fuck her even harder. Everything about the moment was turning me on: the feel of her head against my palm and her hair wrapped through my fingers. The way her body moved in her panic, her motions