Make-out with the psychopath

Justice?

I was not the brightest in the room but I could clearly tell why the sudden sense of justice had popped up.

"See you again some other time," Ilay whispered in a flirting manner and pinched Mary's cheek before getting off the table.

His attention shifted to me, an evil grin stretching the corners of his lips.

"Almost as if you're begging for my attention. I should call you troublemaker. Sounds good?" He teased pulling me to my feet. "Now then, let's get going."

The tension and silence in the room were so thick that one could slash through them. Yet Ilay didn't seem to be bothered one bit.

He suddenly halted the both of us when we got to the door. In a friendly tone, he said, "And I don't want any fly hovering around this Troublemaker. I hate bugs, so I kill them off."

That was an icy threat covered with a sweet and light tone. It'd have come out as a joke, but when the image of him drenched in blood popped at the back of my head, my veins ran dry in an instant.

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Silence.

Deafening silence.

I lowered my window to at least hear the whistles of the wind outside like a child and watch the setting sun usher in the night. Just anything to keep me sane.

"Close it!" A soft order shot from the man on the other seat.

"Oh! Okay." I obeyed without arguing and then went back to listening to the silence in the almost soundproof car.

He didn't speak again for another five minutes. Not until we arrived where I lived.

The parking lot was littered with students, some just standing and conversing while others sat on the hoods of cars smoking and sharing laughs...a typical college apartment.

Ilay's car had been parked at the back, a generous distance from the people enjoying their normal college life while I walked on eggs and cocks. My life was a huge disappointment.

The driver stepped out as soon as we got there and now I was feeling more awkward than I ever did in my whole life. I had no idea whether to leave the car or await Ilay's instructions. I had made a mess that had him break the one-week rule.

"I hate setting foot in such a foul place. So please, next time make sure you do it in some dark alley where they won't see it."

"What?" I faced him frowning.

He lazily turned his head in my direction, a flat expression on his face. "Breaking fingers and snapping necks. Do it out of sight."

"But...it wasn't my-"

"Oh he's already been punished... I had to come all the way to get you out."

"You could have just made a call," I mumbled averting my gaze from Ilay.

He suddenly chuckled and then catching me by surprise, he slid a hand on the back of my neck and used it to force my head to turn his way. Before I could push him away, a pair of soft lips crashed on mine.

My muffles of protest were quieted when he deepened the kiss, his hand holding me in place so as not to withdraw.

I panicked, not because of the kiss but because of our surroundings. If anyone recognized us, we would end up on the hot trends, which might stain Ilay's reputation.

'But he's the one kissing you, not the other way round.'

Right.

And why did it feel so raw and inept to some degree? Was he doing so to tease me? Or did he think I had no experience with kisses?

Whilst I was still a virgin, I had filled the gap with other experiences. Like how I had my first kiss at the age of nine from Jax-the-classmate. It had been so bad but had felt awesome and exciting at that time.

Was this a test? If so, I had to put in my best efforts.

I ceased resisting and did the opposite. My arms quickly snaked Ilay's neck while my mouth opened to welcome his advances. Either it was all in my head, or Ilay's shoulders tightened up when I began kissing back more passionately than his half-assed kiss.

The hand on my neck lowered to my back, slowly drawing me to himself until I found myself straddling his lap.

We shared a second of eye contact while I pushed my long hair out of the way.

Gawd! That innocent look on his face.

It made me feel like a demon seducing a naive mortal while it was the complete opposite. He was the demon and I was the mortal.

Ilay's right hand cupped my jaw and pulled me down to his lips.

Breaths were held, tongues went to war, lips were sucked and bitten, hands were sent roaming on my ass...all for pleasure.

He quietly began rocking my waist back and forth, rubbing our groins against each other to generate enough heat to melt all of the ice in Antarctica.

I couldn't control my body. Not when a rigid cock was a few fabrics away from my pussy and the whole forbidden cage tightened around us bit by bit, making it all so gratifying.

This was Aya's fault. I blamed her as I  brutalized Ilay's mouth, as I enjoyed the feel of his thing craving my attention, and even, as my insides quaked to the orgasm that struck me in the middle of our dry hump.

Ilay's large hands gripped my ass and slammed me to himself as hard as he could before a low dense groan left his mouth and into mine in a ticklish vibration.

What followed was an even deeper kiss that knocked the remaining senses out of place.

I didn't care if anyone saw us. Thankfully the darkness had already spread and the only thing that illuminated our naughty deed was the light flowing in from the parking lot's lamps.

His hand grabbed and pulled my hair, tearing my lips from his forcefully like a mother stopping her child from breastfeeding any further.

Our heavy breaths were in sync, exchanging hot rugged air in the aftermath of the sweet ordeal.

"Have you done this before?" Ilay questioned trying to collect his breaths.

I chuckled.

"Why? Was I that good?"

"Answer me!" He tugged my hair slightly. Instead of pain, I only derived pleasure by letting him dwell in his unanswered curiosity.

"Yes. A lot of times actually."

He laughed out as soon as I answered, his head dropping forward and his shoulders shaking to the depth of his laughter.

My hair was released while his forehead rested on my chest. "How are you still a virgin with such a horny past?" He expired, the rest of his body relaxing along.

"Am I to answer that?"

"Argh! You're becoming bolder by the day," he said raising his head but then paused and looked straight into my eyes from under his lashes. Holding my gaze, Ilay's mouth opened as it covered my left nipple. My breaths faded once more before they had the chance to recover to the realization of what he was about to do.

And like a child torturing its mother, he bit my poor nipple, softly at first and then roughly. I slapped my mouth, suppressing the moans of pain...and pleasure.

"But I'll find ways to tame you. Nothing is too hard for me."

He pulled back completely, running a hand through his shoulder-length black hair. "Now run along, go to your little house, and shower. Your food will be delivered."

"I can cook," I murmured sliding back on my seat, paying no attention to the wet patches on our pants. I'd have to hold my bag from the front to draw less attention to it.

"Oh really? Then you should cook something for me. Nobody has ever done that."

I eyed him questioningly but remembered the boundaries. I'd only ask about Aya when I had gained some trust from him. It was still too early.