Grace Street (A Chapter 8 Novel, #1) (26 page)

I’m more excited about exploring your
character and personality than I have been about a Chapter in quite
some time. My only hope is that you like to play hard and can take
it deep. How far will you let me push you, C4? Your denial of your
sexuality will be interesting to dissect and your body will be
pleasurable distraction from the real world.

Is that what all these Chapters were to him?
A distraction
? Is that what she was? She supposed in his
line of work, he might need someone to take his mind off of the
horrific things he must see, but that’s what hobbies are for.
Hobbies like golfing, hiking and mountain climbing; not playing
with people’s hearts and mind fucking them. She prayed Jordan fared
well in Mr. Black’s game, though on some level she hoped he got
what was coming to him for cheating on his wife and family.

Her father had done the same thing and the
memories of that time in her life were still as raw now as they
were then. He chose another woman over her beautiful, but less than
gracious, mother. Her father had made the conscious decision to
abandon his family to satiate his own selfish wants. Elsa was only
fourteen when it all happened and everything that occurred after
that came down to her feelings of wanting to be seen and heard. Her
way to deal with her parent’s nasty divorce was to be rebellious
and to fight any and all authority every step of the way. Nick had
his own way of coping: by over-achieving. That one selfish act on
her father’s part changed them both completely and shook her
mother’s world so badly, her mom was never the same person again
either.

How could Mr. Black allow his sexual
attraction threaten an established family? And Jordan… he was now
on her shit-list for doing the same thing her father had done.
Still… she was too intrigued to stop reading.

Pre-activity:

1. You’re a difficult man to deal with, but I will hold
   steadfast until you get a clean bill of health. I will not waiver
   on that point.
   

2. It has now been two weeks and you still have not
   proven your sexual cleanliness to me. Your casualness and seemingly
   less-than-affected attitude about making me wait is grating on my
   nerves. I don’t fucking wait, C4. Not for anyone. I have given you
   three days to either do so or else I will move on, despite how I
   much I want to be buried inside your ass.
   

3. The deadline was not met and I was already
   seeking another subject when you came to me with your papers.
   You
   will
   pay for making me wait for
   you.
   

Surveillance Notes:

Ever the doting husband and father, aren’t
you? It makes me laugh. You kiss your wife with the same mouth that
was wrapped around my cock only minutes after proving yourself to
me. How many other dicks have you sucked, C4? I digress.

As usual, you’ve proven that people are
creatures of habit. Your days are just as mundane as all the rest
of my Chapters: eat, sleep, work, shit, repeat. But where’s your
sex life? A man of your stamina surely needs release on a daily
basis as do I. However, I have yet to see you engage in intercourse
with your spouse. If I had a stunning woman like that waiting for
me at the end of the day, I sure as hell wouldn’t be jacking off to
internet porn. I’d be splitting her sweet pussy open every night
until she couldn’t walk. Perhaps your lack of arousal for the
female form is the problem. My form, however, had no trouble
eliciting stimulation on your part, did it?

Weekend 1:

Your physical exam was volatile and
rushed. I’m not sure how many other male lovers you’ve had in the
past, but this one will
not
be topped.
What should’ve been a simple assessment turned into not only a
battle of wills but a struggle to see who was stronger. I won. But
that’s because I’m not afraid to play dirty. Those balls of yours
that you think are so big felt good cupped in my hand as I squeezed
the insolence out of you. You will learn to obey me, C4, and when I
say bend over, you better fucking bend over. I took that tight ass
of yours and owned it, and what sweet ecstasy it was. You are my
first male lover and our first time together was every bit as good
as I had imagined.

Elsa put the document down, conflicted by the
arousal she was feeling. She ran her hand up the inside of her
thigh and stilled, remembering Mr. Black’s rule. Her eyes darted
around and peered out the window she was sitting near. It was
absurd how in such a short period of time he already had her
trained like Pavlov’s dog to fear his ever-lingering presence. All
she needed now was the sound of a bell to make her start panting
and salivating while she waited for his touch.

Suddenly her phone chirped with a text
message from Mr. Black and she rolled her eyes. There was his
damned bell.

Mr.Black: Why are you at work?

She really couldn’t get away with anything
with this guy.

ElsaC: There was nothing for me at home.

Mr.Black: What’s at work for you this late
at night?

She mentally kicked herself for not thinking
before responding.

ElsaC: Things to keep my idle hands
busy.

Not three minutes later there was a loud bang
on her locked office door. Elsa quickly shoved the document into
the nearest drawer knowing immediately who it was. She didn’t even
see his vehicle parked out front. His stealthy ways never ceased to
amaze and annoy her.

She tried to compose herself and took a deep
breath before she opened the door. Victor pushed his way in and
looked around the room frantically as if searching for
something.

“What are you looking for?” she asked,
perplexed by his demeanor.

Without saying anything, he opened the door
to her private restroom and scanned the room before facing her.

“Why are you here with your door locked,
Elsa?” he put his hands on his hips and glared down at her as his
shoulders heaved with his ragged breathing.

“I already told you, there’s nothing at home
for me.”

“You’re holding something back. I can see it.
You’re nervous,” his voice was rough with anxiety.

Victor was good at reading body language.
Then again, Elsa had always been a terrible liar and it wasn’t
difficult to see through her.

She blurted out the first thing that came to
mind. “Whose fault is that? You make me nervous. I’m always afraid
of what you’re going to do to me.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. In fact, it was the
truth even if she was holding back that she had been reading his
private thoughts. Victor shifted and ran his fingers through his
hair. His body was still tense and she began to wonder what he
thought she had been up to.

“What did you think was going on here?”

He shook his head but said nothing.

Her eyes widened when she saw the look of
guilt easily readable on his face. “Oh, my God. Are you
jealous?”

He rejected the notion straight away and
looked past her. “Don’t flatter yourself. But just to clarify, rule
number eight is that you’re to have no other lovers except me
during our time together.”

The possessive desperation in his voice spoke
more to his feelings than his could-care-less attitude and Elsa
knew without a doubt he had been worried she was with another
man.

To put his mind at ease she touched his
chest. “Why are you so suspicious of me? I’ve never led you to
believe I wanted to be with anyone else.”

He stepped back and puckered his mouth. “Well
whose fault is that?” he mocked. “With your history of having
affairs with coworkers…” he waved his hand and moved toward her
desk.

The force of his cross reply took her off
guard and she winced at his stern and unsympathetic words. He had a
hell of a lot of nerve bringing up her past considering what he had
been up to.

“You’re free to leave,” she narrowed her eyes
at him.

Victor whirled to stare at her, his
broad-carved face twisted in anger. “Excuse me?”

“You’re in my house and my rules apply here,
so if you’re just going to bring up my mistakes, then get out.”

His mouth gaped open. Had no one ever
dismissed him before?

“We all have things in our past we’re not
proud of and I don’t need your condescending-I’m-Mr.-Perfect
attitude.”

“I’m not perfect,” he gritted his teeth as he
scanned her head-to-toe.

“I know,” she huffed. “What part of
get
out
didn’t you understand?” she snapped.

He lunged at her and gripped the back of her
neck with one hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her
against his body.

“I will not be topped, Elsa. This is the only
warning you get. Don’t you ever fucking talk to me like that
again,” his tone was thunderous as he growled against her mouth,
the scent of cigarette overwhelming her.

Her heart hammered in her ears as the sexy
vision of Jordan trying to top Victor seeped into her thoughts. She
swallowed tightly and when she pretended not to be affected, he
gripped the back of her neck harder. As he glared down at her, she
took in every line of his face and studied his powerful expression.
Everything about this man was compelling and his magnetism was so
potent she didn’t care what the consequences were of being with
him.

***

The heat Elsa was putting off made Victor’s
cock throb with such intensity he was finding it difficult to
concentrate. When he had tracked her phone and found her at work,
he was positive she was with someone else. All he could see was red
as he drove to her. Shocked to find her alone, he was beside
himself. She was up to something, however he had no idea what.

As he held her close and the mixed scents of
their sex and her perfume and his cologne infiltrated his brain,
his irritation began to subside. She smelled of him and it only
proved that she belonged to him. But he would not be topped. More
than one Chapter had already tried pulling that shit without
success and Elsa was no different. Okay, she
was
different,
but he wasn’t going to be controlled by anyone, most certainly not
a little red-head who liked being conquered and fucked in the
ass.

He could read her body like a book and right
now she was mentally screaming to be fucked hard. He’d love to give
her what she wanted except the longing look she was throwing his
way scared the hell out of him. She was trying to see his ‘light’
again.

Abruptly he thrust her body away from him,
making her gasp out. He would prove there was nothing but darkness
in him once and for all and that he could go on with or without
her.

“This weekend is cancelled so don’t bother
showing up at Grace Street.”

Elsa’s body shuddered from his words and he
felt a tinge of satisfaction from her reaction until she opened her
mouth.

“I know what you’re trying to do – prove that
you’re some cold-hearted, non-feeling asshole who has no light
within him. That’s just fine, Victor. Keep pushing me away, but I’m
already invested in this game and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll just
see you on Tuesday. If not on that day, then on Wednesday. If not
on that day, then next weekend. I can wait as long as you can hold
out.”

Holy fuck this woman was impossible. He
ground his teeth loudly and stomped out of the office and back to
his car. He had no time for this bullshit. As soon as he drove
away, he lit a cigarette. He had never smoked more than with Elsa.
She was shredding away the layers of his cool exterior he had taken
years to build up.

He was too blinded with everything else that
was going on his life to figure her out. Maybe he could use a
little help from his not-so-favorite convict and psychotherapist.
He chuckled under his breath.
Psycho
was dead right. He
laughed louder.
Dead
. If only he had the nerve to put a hit
on Anthony and all the other homicidal sociopaths in the world, a
great deal of his inner turmoil might be alleviated. Someday
perhaps. If things didn’t work out with being a criminal profiler,
he could always become a vigilante. He smiled evilly at the
satisfying thought.

He took a long drag and blew is out slowly as
he calmed himself. The Cambridge Killer was out there and he had
more important things to deal with than this obstinate little
wench. He would deal with her when he got back. In the meantime, he
would drop off his notes on her at the Virginia Pen for Ant to
peruse. Hopefully he could offer some insight into what made her
tick.

Back in her apartment and in bed, Elsa rolled
onto her side and eyed Victor’s manuscript that was on her bedside
table. Reaching a hand out, she touched it like it was a long lost
friend. It held so much information; some of it useful, a great
amount of it disturbing, and all of it intriguing. Now that her
weekend with Mr. Black was cancelled, she would have plenty of time
to read and she had every intention on finishing it and plotting
out her course with Victor. She was going to break through to him
if it killed her.

She dreamt of Mr. Black that night and his
lightless, unfathomable eyes stabbing into her. Her sleep was
restless. Between the bad dreams and the pain and heat throbbing in
her thighs, she got only a few good hours of rest. Tired of the
ache in her thighs, she woke early on Saturday to take more pain
medication.

After eating breakfast, she read through the
rest of Chapter Four. It was by far her favorite Chapter, even if
she did detest what Jordan had done to his family. Victor may have
thought he was ‘helping’ Jordan, but the fact was that Victor
learned a lot about himself during their eight weeks together. It
seemed to her that Jordan didn’t need help at all, other than to
learn to accept who and what he was: a gay man. She also couldn’t
help but feel a little sorry for the man for feeling as if he had
to live a life of lies. And his poor wife, she had no idea that the
man she loved, married, and bore children to was only
pretending.