Killer: A Bad Boy Romance

BOOK: Killer: A Bad Boy Romance

This is a work of fiction. Any names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons--living or dead--is entirely coincidental.


Killer copyright 2016 by Heather West. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission.




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“And you’re mine,” Chase grunted in my ear as he fucked me hard from behind. “I was your first, and now you belong to me forever.”


Moaning in agony and pleasure, I laced my fingers through Chase’s and squeezed hard. He gasped and thrust his cock all the way inside my sore pussy. I felt my body quiver and shake with sensations that I’d never felt before. It was like an exploding warmth in my pussy spread all the way out, through every limb, completely dominating my thoughts.


“I love you,” I whimpered as every muscle in my body clenched up. “And I always will.”


Chase pulled out of me and grabbed me by the hips, throwing me on the bed. “You’re mine,” he growled again, crawling on top of me and roughly shoving my legs apart with his muscular arm. “You have to give me what belongs to me.”


I could only watch as he plunged his hard cock deep within me. Pain flooded my body; I had no idea that sex would be this painful. But after a minute or two, the pain started to melt into the same warm pleasure that I’d felt before. Chase was thrusting hard and grunting, dripping sweat over my naked body with the strain of it all. He reached forward and caressed my breasts, tweaking and pinching my nipples until I felt tears come to my eyes.


“Lacey,” he commanded, staring me down. “Look at me. Look right into my eyes.”


I felt a hot blush spread over my cheeks and down my neck as I made eye contact. His piercing green eyes set my soul on fire. I watched as he took his hand and shoved it roughly between my legs, pulling my labia apart and stroking my engorged clit. I was desperately sensitive from having just come so hard and it was enough to make me arch my back and scream. Chase laughed as he continued his ministrations, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Just when I was about to come again, he stopped.


“Not until I come in you, do you understand?” Chase grunted. I whimpered and nodded as Chase dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass and squeezed hard. He yanked my hips even closer to his muscular body and let out a low moan.


“Chase!” I cried out. “I’m coming!” Waves of pleasure shot through my body and I closed my eyes in ecstasy, throwing my head back and moaning loudly. Chase squeezed my ass and impaled me as hard as he could. I felt him jerk to a stop, then moan and thrust deeply. Chase growled and tossed his head, opening his piercing green eyes and locking them with my own.


“Lacey,” he grunted, “you’re mine. And now, you always will be.” 



Chapter One





“Thank you,” I said into the microphone with a slight blush. The crowd clapped and cheered and I dipped into a curtsey. There were a couple of catcalls as I sank down onto my ankles and I blushed harder, looking down at my feet in black high heeled sandals. The crowd at The Pink Diamond never went exactly what you could call wild, but after performing for only a couple of months, it already felt like home.


“Lacey, that was great,” the stage manager whispered to me as I stepped into the wings. “Awesome job!” He clapped me on the back, making me stumble in my precarious shoes. As much as I loved performing, the costumes that went with it were a little absurd. I looked down and rolled my eyes; if I’d been on the street, I probably could have been arrested for hooking. Between my red sequin slip dress and spike heels, I felt ridiculous.


“Thanks,” I whispered back, but he’d already moved on to the next performer. I watched him slap her ass with a grin as she stalked onto the stage with a ferocity that made the audience go wild. A slight feeling of jealousy shot through me; what did she have that I didn’t? Frowning, I walked into the dressing room. It wasn’t that I was unattractive, but I never really seemed to catch anyone’s attention for more than a fleeting moment or two. In all honesty, that was fine with me; I felt like between singing, working at the pre-school, and classes, I wouldn’t have time for a boyfriend.


But it would be nice
, I thought to myself as I sat down in front of the mirror. The same Lacey Sanders stared back at me: upturned button nose, big gray eyes, small, crooked mouth. My mane of dark hair made my pale skin practically glow. With a sigh, I realized I still looked like I was in high school. I was twenty-one, but no guy would ever really want to date me when I looked fifteen.


I tore my gaze away from the mirror and closed my eyes before peeling the sequin dress up and over my body. The Pink Diamond’s dressing room wasn’t private, and I knew I only had a matter of minutes before the other singer came bursting in from her set. A loud crash and commotion in the hallway almost made me shriek out loud but I clapped a hand over my mouth. This nightclub wasn’t in the best part of town, and I always worried about getting mugged—or worse—on the walk out to my car. But, as usual, the sound of scuffling passed after a few minutes and I took a deep breath of relief.


My naked body was pimpled with the cold by the time I found my sweater and jeans. The material felt cold and rough against my skin and I shivered as I tugged my pants on. The door to the dressing room burst open just as I was pulling my sweater over my head. The itchy material scratched my skin but I was glad to be fully dressed in something other than what felt like lingerie.


“Bye, Lacey,” Allison called to me as I left. “Are you coming back tomorrow?”


I thought about it. “I think so,” I said finally. “I really could use some cash. The holidays are coming up and all.”


Allison frowned. “No shit,” she agreed. “Be safe out there tonight. Stay warm.”


She blew me an air kiss and stripped out of her bodycon dress right as I opened the door. There was a rousing sound of hoots and catcalls and I quickly slammed the door shut behind me.


“Honey, does she want company?” a man from the bar jeered at me as I walked past, but I ignored him. It was getting easier and easier to ignore these creeps as time went on, but I couldn’t deny that I still felt a shiver of fear whenever one of them came onto me.


There was a big crush of people waiting by the front door so I ducked through the crowd and went out the side by the alley. My car was parked a couple of blocks away and I took a deep breath of the freezing nighttime air. I knew that if I didn’t stay alert, I’d look like all the bigger of a target to anyone looking for trouble.


As usual, the alley was deserted. I looked in both directions and scurried forward. When I came to the next street, I heard voices. One of them sounded like the angry voice from before, and I froze in my tracks, not believing what was happening before my eyes.


Two big men were standing close together and growling in masculine tones. I watched with baited breath as one of them—a big, burly guy with dark hair and light skin—reached out and tried to slip something in the other’s jacket. A chill of fear slid down my spine when I realized that I was probably watching a drug deal.
Run, Lacey
, I thought to myself, but my legs wouldn’t move. It was like they had turned to lead and now, no matter how much I tried, wouldn’t melt. I coughed slightly and the dark guy whipped his head up at me. Just as he looked away, the other guy threw a hard punch that landed with an audible crack on the dark man’s jaw. He groaned and immediately punched his attacker in the gut, sending him flying to the ground.


The dark guy started punching and kicking the prone body. I winced with every impact; he looked like he wanted to kill whoever had punched him. My chest seized up with fear and dread as I watched the attack, screwing my eyes closed and willing it to be over.


After what felt like an eternity, my legs finally kicked into motion and I spun before running down the alley, breathing hard. I heard footsteps behind me but they gradually faded away as I ran back within sight of the club.I slowed to a stop.


“Ms. Lacey, are you okay?” The doorman, Freddie, spotted me and waved. I was hunched over with my hands on my knees, breathing hard.


“I’m fine,” I said through ragged breathing. “Sorry.” I flashed him a smile, then straightened up and tried to look normal. It was harder than I thought; every time I closed my eyes, I saw the dark guy attacking that man on the ground.


“It’s a rough city,” Freddie told me with a rueful smile. “You got to be careful, Ms. Lacey.”


“I know,” I said, smiling as sweetly as I could. “Sorry to worry you, Freddie.”


He gave me a little wave and I steeled myself before walking down the street, away from the club. It would take me more time to reach my car this way, but there was no way I could risk running back into those guys. The longer I thought about it, the more I realized that I was lucky this hadn’t happened before now. In fact, it was almost a miracle that I’d been working in this part of Detroit for as long as I had without seeing anything worse. My best friend, Jackie, was a stripper and she’d seen people get murdered while she was working.


My car was freezing cold as I slid inside, rubbing my hands together and blowing on them in a feeble attempt to warm up. As I slid the icy-cold key into the ignition, I watched clouds of my breath coat the inside of the windshield in a dense condensation.


The drive home was quiet. I lived in a pretty bad part of town, because that was all I could afford, but at least there were some families in my building. Jackie had always offered to let me move in with her, but I had a feeling that she did some sex work on the side, and I didn’t really want to be around for that. To calm my nerves, I turned the radio onto my favorite 80s station. They were playing A Flock of Seagulls and I sang along and beat my hands on the wheel to the rhythm of the bass. The only good thing about my apartment was that it was a five-minute drive from The Pink Diamond, and I pulled into the parking lot just as the song ended.


As I was getting out of the car, headlights from another vehicle bounced into the parking lot and washed over me. A guy jumped out of the car and ran towards me. I was too stunned to move, but I felt a chill over fear wash over me as I realized it was the burly, dark guy from outside of the club.

“Come with me,” he growled at me darkly. “We’re going to have a little talk.”


I shivered. “Here?” I whispered. The man shook his head.


“No,” he said darkly. “Inside.” He grabbed my elbow and guided me up the steps and down the hallway. “In your apartment,” he said in a gruff voice. “Now!”


With trembling fingers, I pushed the key in the lock and turned the knob. Taking a look outside at the parking lot, I realized it could be the last time I saw the grounds of my apartment complex.


“Come on,” the man grunted under his breath. “I haven’t got all fucking day. Move your skinny ass!”






































Chapter Two


Earlier that day…


“Bye, Ms. Lacey!” Andrew screamed as his mom picked him up in her arms. “See you tomorrow!”


I grinned. Andrew was one of my favorite kids, even if he always talked at ear-shattering volume. His mom gave me a tired smile as she carried him out to the car, shushing him as she walked.


“Lacey, can you help clean up?” My coworker, Anne, raised her eyebrows at me. “The kids made a real mess today.”


“I know,” I said, rolling my eyes. “But they loved the finger painting so much. I wish I’d had that idea before.”


“I don’t.” Anne laughed. “This is going to be a nightmare to get out of the rug.” She gestured towards the brightly-colored rug that took up most the floor space in the play room. It was covered in wet splotches of green and blue paint and I giggled. Even though I’d probably have to stay late to clean, seeing the kids happy had made it worthwhile.

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