Deviant Intent: OBSESSION Read online

  Simone was my tutor for European History.

  Specifically… the part about ancient Roman civilization that warranted her use in the first place.

  This shit just got really real, really fast.

  I needed to put a stop to this before more people got hurt.

  “What’s going on? Dom’s never been so mysterious.”

  Natasha sat next to her, putting her arm around Niki’s shoulders.

  “There have been four murders, all women that Dom has known. All of them were carved after they were murdered, and Dom thinks that the killer was going to make you the next victim, especially after seeing the burn on you,” Natasha explained. “Dom thinks that you might be next, and he wants to head this off before she tries to get to you.”

  Niki ran to the kitchen, sobbing. She grabbed the neck of the red wine and begins to drink, wine leaking down her chin.

  Natasha wrapped her arms around Niki’s waist. “Calm down baby, I am here. We know about the carving. She can’t get to you, I am here.”

  “It’s weird Natasha. You being here makes me feel much more comfortable,” Niki confessed.

  “Let’s go sit down. Dom will find the killer,” Natasha reassured her, sitting her down on the couch again to make her more comfortable.

  “I know. He was the best partner a detective could ever ask for.”

  Niki straddled Natasha’s pelvis, as Natasha laid flat on her back. She looked deep in Natasha’s eyes, both aware of the connection their souls are making.

  With great dramatic flair, Niki unbuttoned her shirt, her breasts dangling in front of Natasha. She couldn’t help but fondle the soft flesh as it dangled before her. Niki moaned and arched her back toward Natasha, reveling in the feel of her lightly brushing her nipples, forcing blood to rush toward them, giving them a rigid feel.

  Niki leaned forward, offering one to Natasha’s warm wet tongue. Niki moaned at the feel of a hot tongue rolling her nipple. She was lost in her new lover’s warm mouth, feeling so feminine and so sexy, the kind of feeling only another woman could truly bring about.

  Niki was able to remove her panties as she nursed Natasha. Natasha became very aware of the hot moisture coming from Niki’s now exposed pussy.

  Natasha reached back, gripped Niki’s ass and pulled her forward, she wiggled downward until the lips of her mouth first brushed the lips of Niki’s netherworld.

  Niki ran her hands through Natasha’s hair, urging her mouth into Niki’s pussy. Niki felt all the tension, all the worry drain out of her body, through her vagina and out into the world.

  Natasha drowned in Niki’s taste, the tangy sweet nectar of her excitement. She loved how she could feel Niki’s heartbeat, her breathing all through her pussy. And how, with a flick of her tongue, she could speed up the process.

  Natasha’s grip on Niki’s ass intensified, as Niki practically pulled Natasha deeper inside her folds.

  The orgasm that followed was like none that Niki had ever experienced. The affection for this woman coupled with the alcohol and the stress forced her to come from the bottoms of her feet, out through her hair. She violently fucked her pussy against Natasha’s face, her eyes welling up with tears, her pussy releasing fluid in response to her release.

  She climbed off of Natasha’s face, which glistened in the sunlight with the come of her new lover, and nestled into her shoulder. Niki felt no embarrassment at her tears.

  Natasha pulled a blanket over the two of them.

  No words were spoken until Niki broke the silence. “I am lucky Dom introduced us to each other.”

  Niki wiped her eyes, looked at Natasha. “So, is it my turn for a snack?”

  The two began to kiss deeply, the salt of Niki’s tears present on Natasha’s tongue.

  Niki kissed down Natasha’s neck, helping to work off Natasha’s shirt. Her enormous red nipples catch Niki’s eye, she couldn’t help but grin.

  “Damn, you’re so sexy,” she commented.

  She gently licked around the nipples, rolling her tongue across the velvety surface. She licked the nipple into her mouth, and closed her teeth around it, causing Natasha to gasp.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, “I like it rough, too.”

  Niki traveled down her long body, nestling between Natasha’s legs. She kissed over the satin cloth that covered Natasha’s pussy.

  “Wow, I can feel how hot it is in there!!”

  Natasha smiled, “It’s your fault.”

  Niki pulled her thong off, and nestled in front of the vertical lips of Natasha’s pussy. When she parted the lips of her new lover, she was greeted by a wet, hot opening that has been primed by stopping and starting all night.

  Her tongue ran up Natasha’s slit, her lips almost searing, it was so hot. She scooped under Natasha’s ass, bringing her pelvis to Niki’s face. Niki went on the attack immediately, sucking and nibbling her clit. Natasha is primed, feeling her body exploding almost immediately.

  Her eyes are half closed, as she came onto Niki’s pointed tongue.

  Niki brought her face up, replacing her tongue with her thumb, slowly massaging Natasha’s clit. She wished she could take a picture of just how hot her lover was, how magical she looked, laying there, her body covered in sweat and Niki’s drying pussy juice.

  “Too bad Dom wasn’t with us,” Niki said as she tried to catch her breath.

  “Dom wants the both of us, you do know that, right?” Natasha confided in her, almost reading her thoughts.

  “I won’t complain if you don’t.”

  I watched the coroner take the dead girls away.

  Neferterri was standing in front of me, trying to make sense of what just happened in her club. Her business partner DeAngelo took it all in like it was business as usual.

  “I told you those bitches were bad news, D. You should have listened to me, dammit.”

  “You weren’t complaining when we were still in the black, cuz,” DeAngelo retorted. “It’s water under the bridge now, we just have to try and play this down as best as possible.”

  “Calm down, both of you,” I finally said. “Did anyone see the girl that went in with them?”

  DeAngelo answered, “Yeah, it was another white girl, skinny as a bean pole, jet black hair; she had a D and S on her left shoulder.”

  My ability to breathe shortened. My past had come back to haunt me.

  It was her.

  Senior year in college…

  I was a player, having the pick of the litter to do with as I will. Whether it was homework, a late night

  booty call after a big game, there was someone for the task I wanted. But it was Simone, the one out of the bunch that wanted to do and be everything to me.

  Simone was the one that I should have left alone; in hindsight, I should have known that she wouldn’t be able to take the situation for what it was. But she was the one most willing to be absolutely anywhere that I wanted her to be, and I was young and dumb and… well, you know the rest.

  She was determined to be my ace in the hole; she kept giving hints while doing my homework (and then fucking me soon afterwards) that she would one day be mine. That was before Sherrie entered my life and supplanted Simone in the course of that school year.

  I always thought that maybe she would have forgotten, but now I was convinced…

  Simone was intent on eliminating every single obstacle in her path to be what she thought she should have been so long ago.

  Sherrie.

  Sandra.

  Camryn and Laney…

  She would have gotten to Niki if we hadn’t seen the burn marks.

  I had to get to her before she got to either of the girls. It was a good bet that she’d been keeping tabs on who and what I was doing, and that meant that she would know that the girls are in close proximity to me.

  But six blocks away from the crime scene, Simone was cleaning her 9 mm pistol. She had this smug look on her face over having confused the police up to this point.

  Just a few more days,
and her revenge would be complete.

  She tried to warn Sherrie that she wasn’t the best match for her Dominic. But she didn’t listen; none of them did.

  She was the one that would make Dominic a happy man for the rest of his days; he just didn’t know it yet.

  “Almost over,” Simone said as she headed to the shower to wash off the traces of blood on her skin. She lathered herself up with soap. Using the showerhead, she works her clit back and forth, building toward orgasm.

  “It’s almost over… soon we will be together, Dom.”

  ~Fourteen~

  I needed to put this to an end… quickly.

  I couldn’t allow anyone else to get hurt over my bullshit, especially when Niki had become such an intense and important part of things now. My hustler instincts took over, had to set a trap for Simone, but that meant I had to put myself in harm’s way. That wasn’t anything new, but I had to do this without the benefit of having a piece on me just in case she got stupid and brought one of her own to the party.

  We caught a break earlier in the day; Simone called Niki from a hotel phone near Hartsfield-Jackson Airport, saying that she wanted to see her before she headed out of town on business. My instincts told me that she might be on to what’s going on and that it’s only a matter of time before the police figure out that it’s her behind the murders.

  Only one chance to pull this off…

  I called Natasha on her cell phone and she explained that Niki was okay with setting up the trap, that she agreed to meet with Simone in the lobby of the hotel only, and she wasn’t going up to the room. I hesitated when she said that because I didn’t want Simone to know that we were on to her just yet. It was bad enough she got sloppy by calling from an unsecured line, but I didn’t want that to be the only mistake she made.

  I needed to try to convince her that I was the one she wanted.

  I called Ramesses to explain the situation to him. “She’s got the advantage right now, but that won’t last long. Hapeville has been alerted to her location, and they won’t engage unless she brandishes a weapon.”

  “Is there any other way to keep Nikia out of harm’s way?” Ramesses asked over the phone. “You and I both know what happens when serials get sloppy.”

  Yeah, I know what happens.

  But I didn’t have any other choice.

  The call was traced to the Renaissance Concourse Hotel.

  I kept a low profile by the gift shop near the front entrance of the hotel so that I could get a visual on Simone. Niki wasn’t too far away, sitting at the bar in the atrium, sipping on an apple martini cocktail.

  I hate that it had to come down to this.

  But too many people have died because of someone’s twisted obsession with me.

  I caused this… and I needed to end it.

  Now.

  A flood of emotions and memories of a younger and more arrogant version of me came flowing through like a monsoon, showing me things that I chose not to see back then.

  I saw the hurt I caused… especially Simone.

  All the lies…

  Promises never kept.

  Including the one decision that set all of the events of the last few days into motion…

  Hindsight is 20/20. Those visions were giving me a clarity that I wished that I had back then.

  I couldn’t shake the chills that came in the form of a memory of a drunken marriage proposal after Simone helped me through one of my tougher finals to ensure my degree.

  A proposal that was made with no ring in hand…

  A proposal that was accepted with the excitement of a child opening a present at Christmas…

  Out of the many promises that I knew I’d never keep…

  Damn, why this one?

  None of them deserved to die because of my stupid decisions.

  “Dom, do you read me?” Niki shook me out of myself pitying moment.

  “Yeah, I got you, baby,” I had to get back on my game and keep alert. Simone could be in the vicinity at any moment.

  “God, I hate being naked,” I heard her mumble to herself. I could tell she was nervous; I would be, too. But I needed to settle her down.

  “you seem to love being naked at My feet,” I teased, visibly seeing the smile spread across her face. “Yeah, that’s My sexy bitch.”

  “Thank You, my Sir,” she tried to adjust her voice to mask the rising libidinous nature within her. “You really know how to calm a girl down.”

  “We’ll get through this, baby. Natasha’s out there with the other UC’s in case ol’ girl tries something,” I reassured her.

  I looked to my left and found Natasha just walking in pretending she was checking into the hotel. Well, she’s not exactly pretending; depending on how this goes down, Niki was gonna need to de-tox from this episode, and to do so in the privacy and solitude of a hotel room was just what the doctor ordered.

  “I see you, too, Niki. Damn, you look good enough to eat right now,” Natasha commented, putting Niki in even more of a mood. “It looks like we might be able to put this room to good use after this is over.”

  “God, you got me wet just saying that, baby. We’re supposed to be on a sting, remember?” Niki replied over the radio, trying to adjust her skirt as she re-crossed her legs.

  I tried to conceal the bulge that was starting to form as they were flirting back and forth. I kept a slight watch around her, just to see if there was anything else of note.

  I viewed a couple making goo-goo eyes at each other.

  Wedding ring was on his finger, none on hers. From the way she was into him, it was easy to suspect that this was a clandestine meeting soon to happen in one of the rooms tonight.

  I spied a different gentleman giving Niki the onceover as well. Dark suit, Italian, about six feet tall. I smiled at the grin he was giving her. Too bad he won’t be sampling today.

  My heart skipped when I saw Simone coming off the elevator. Her face was unmistakable to me, but her body looked like something out of a sci-fi or a horror movie. Gone were the curves that I enjoyed taking advantage of after study sessions. She had the look of a pre-pubescent 15 year old that had just gotten her training bra, even though she was clearly in her 30’s.

  I cursed under my breath so that the girls couldn’t hear. This is what Simone had become?

  I could see Niki tensing up from my position, and I was on edge as well. Simone had a harder edge to her now, not the naïve girl that I remembered from back then. I took the tranquilizer gun that I picked up from the office and flipped off the safety switch; I wasn’t about to take any chances whatsoever.

  “Natasha, she’s here,” I put her on alert and then used the other radio to alert the other officers in the area on the outside perimeter of the hotel. They were to wound her, not take her out. “All units, suspect is in visual.”

  “Standing by,” I heard one of the officers acknowledge.

  I waited for Simone to approach Niki, keeping my finger on the trigger. She must not have suspected much, because this smile crossed her face upon seeing Niki in the lounge.

  Niki returned the smile, and I heard her initiate the conversation. “Hi, baby, you wanted to see me?”

  “Yeah, I have to leave town for a while on business. I could be gone for a couple of weeks, and I wanted to see you before I left.”

  Niki played her appeal to the hilt; I couldn’t help wondering if she was acting or not. Once Simone sat down, it provided an easy target in case she made a move. I had to assume that she had a gun on her; I had to assume a lot of things.

  After all, she killed four women.

  I saw Simone start to move her hand up Niki’s thigh toward the fabric of her skirt, and I saw Niki slightly shiver just a little bit. Keep her occupied, baby, I said to myself, trying to line up my shot to find its target at Simone’s neck.

  “I see you wore what I requested. Good girl,” Simone teased, trying to spread Niki’s legs apart in the middle of the lounge area, grabbing the attention of the
men in the area wanting to see a lesbian moment.

  “Well, I wanted your last image of me to be a pleasant one,” Niki replied, still laying it on thick, not giving Simone any idea that she was not alone.

  “It will be, once you’re naked in my room screaming your head off,” Simone asserted, a look of pure lust in her eyes. “Come on, let’s go before I’m late for my flight.”

  I know what I said earlier, about wanting the person that killed Sherrie dead.

  But there’s been enough bloodshed.

  I had to set things right, somehow.

  The way that I began to see things now, unfortunately I would have to be the first in line to take a bullet to the head.

  Sherrie’s mother was right, I was responsible for the deaths of four women, including her daughter, and I had to learn to live with that, and there’s no one that would be able to convince me otherwise.

  It’s one thing to be on the force and deal with a bad shoot. Eventually you get over that.

  But this was entirely different.

  I didn’t squeeze a single trigger, and yet there was blood on my hands.

  I resolved at that moment that I would do what I could to get Simone some help. It wouldn’t change much, and maybe it wouldn’t absolve me of my other sins.

  But at least I could hopefully sleep at night once this was all over.

  I waited until Simone leaned back in the chair before I squeezed the trigger on the tranquilizer gun.

  A few seconds later, Simone held her neck as if a pain had shot through her.

  A few seconds after that, I called all units to approach and apprehend…

  Suspect was sedated.

  “I don’t know if I can keep this up,” peaches was with Dana at a bar on Northside Drive, near downtown Atlanta. “That P.I., Dominic, is not a rookie. He’s bound to figure this out sooner rather than later.”

  “Relax, peaches, no one will suspect a thing. Besides,if you turn on me, I just might have to drop a dime on you for your part in your Master’s murder,” Dana reminded her.