Page 84 of Unhinged Kallie

“Are you my bad girl?”

I pressed harder into her hot pussy until I couldn’t go any further.

“Mmmhmm,” she mumbled.

“You gonna come for me?”

She moaned and nodded furiously, and I could feel her pussy walls gripping my fingers as she teetered on the edge. I looked down at her face and released her mouth and nose completely. She gasped in a deep breath as I pulled my hand from her jeans and stepped back.

“What…what are you doing?” Kallie panted out.

“You wanted us to belong to each other. You have it, but if that guy out there so much as breathes on your hair one more time, I’ll cut his fucking hand off. Let’s see how well he can play basketball like that.”

“But…what about me?” She pointed to her pussy and the underwear with a visible wet spot.

I wanted to pound into her hard, but this was a far better punishment. “Oh no, I’m done for tonight.”

“But…”

“No buts. If you want to fuck with me, then I’ll fuck with you.” Kallie narrowed her eyes at me, and it was almost as if I knew what she was thinking. “If you rub the rest of the orgasm out right now, the next punishment will be worse.” I had no idea what I would do, but she must have believed me because she pulled up her jeans instead.

“Don’t try to make me jealous again. It scares me how much I want to kill that guy out there. I mean it. He doesn’t touch you.”

“What happened to my sweet and easygoing boyfriend?”

“He’s still here.” Reaching out, I snatched her chin and kissed her hard and fast, my tongue invading her mouth and stealing all her air. “But you make me crazy. Don’t make me hurt that guy to prove a point. Because I will.”

Opening the door, I stared at her as I licked the fingers that were inside her. She glared at me, but it only got me hotter. Later, I would give her what she wanted, what we both wanted, but this was a lesson. I wandered casually to the sink and washed my hands. Kallie followed me, swearing under her breath as she did the same.

I glanced at her in the massive mirror. It was nice to see her thrown off her game for once. Kallie was mine, crazy, murderous tendencies and all, but I wouldn’t stand for her playing me for a fool. There had to be some lines that weren’t crossed and Kallie would dance over them all unless I made my point clear.

Chapter Thirty-Two

KALLIE

I hated mornings when Carter wasn’t here. The handful of days he was around, even if he was a pill about my dad, were amazing. I didn’t realize how quiet and empty the house felt without him.

Getting dressed on autopilot, I ran a brush through my hair and grabbed my bag. All I really wanted was to crawl back underneath the covers and sulk. It would pass. I was always like this when Carter went back to school.

The house was extra quiet this morning. There was coffee, but no sign of my dad. I could never figure out when he got up to make coffee. We didn’t have one with a timer, but like magic, there was always a fresh pot day or night. Made me wonder if he ever slept.

I poured a cup for myself and one for Dad, then went hunting.

Nothing had been redecorated or changed in the house since Mom died. The stairs didn’t squeak and were in good shape, and there was nothing wrong with the basement, but the colors on the walls were faded, and the television was ancient and hardly worked. The carpet was so threadbare in the living room that it was missing color in places, and every picture on the wall or knickknack that belonged to Mom was still in the same spot. It was as if Dad had frozen time, hanging on to my mom’s memory by not touching anything in the house. I hadn’t pressed to change it either. It did feel like she was still around and I didn’t want to lose that.

Unlocking the heavy security door, I heard a muffled scream. When did he go and get someone? There wasn’t anyone as cunning, methodical or skilled as my father. I so wanted to be like him. He could’ve brought someone home to kill in the middle of the day and no one would see it happen. It was as if he was a ghost.

Stepping inside, I closed the door again and stared at my dad’s emotionless expression as he cut a shallow line on the woman’s face.

“Yes, Kallie,” he said, never lifting his head from his work.

“Who’s this?”

I walked closer to the table, and the woman’s terrified eyes found mine as she silently begged for help. That wasn’t going to happen. Not because I couldn’t but because I didn’t want to. There was a reason she was on my dad’s table. There was always a reason.

I didn’t recognize her from any of the photos on the wall. Then again, that list had gotten small. There were only a handful of pictures left.

“This is Sara-Lee,” Dad said.