Rush

Chapter 8

Her accommodations were impressive: the Grand Luxury suite at the Four Seasons in Baltimore, one of the city's priciest. Bethany Ackerman, with all her privileges and indulgences, made me seethe with envy and disdain. Perks of being a billionaire's sister, I suppose.

I observed her with clinical detachment as she approached the large antique mirror on the wall. She fiddled with her hair momentarily, then, without warning, discarded her top and flung it towards the door.

She collapsed onto the bed, exhaling as if burdened by a profound weariness.

"I hate the weather here," she remarked, turning her gaze to meet mine.

I tried not to stare at her luscious, full breasts and tantalizing nipples. They seemed almost alive, inviting me, demanding to be licked, sucked, and then... shredded to pieces.

"Matt, if you want to touch my tits, you can," she said with a flirtatious smile. Her silky blonde hair cascaded over her soft breasts as she winked at me. What a manipulative bitch. She thinks I'll fall for her trap and be used like some pathetic simp. My dick is not for her pleasure or manipulation.

My erection betrayed me, hardening against my will. I cursed at it, scolding it, demanding control. Foolish appendage. I am the master, not it. My dick doesn't command me. I am in control.

She laughed aloud.

"That's the funniest thought I've ever read!"

I turned my head away, avoiding the sight of her breasts to resist her manipulative games.

"Stop reading my thoughts."

"Matt, come on, don't be shy. Are you always like this when you see a woman with nice tits?" she said playfully.

"I'm not! I just don't trust you."

She scoffed. "I understand. This is all too much for you, isn't it? A few days ago, you were on your own, doing mediocre kills now and then, comparing watches with your pretentious friends. And now, you're looking at the tits of Bethany Ackerman and are part of The Dawn."

I didn't understand the last bit she said.

"What was that? The Dawn? What's that? And how am I a part of this? Look, I haven't agreed to anything. I came to Maryland for some... work," I said, locking eyes with her. This time, my gaze didn't waver. I won't lie, though; the thought of pressing and sucking her breasts while slashing her abdomen was quite enticing.

She touched my face and looked me in the eye. Her hands felt softer than the finest pashmina I've ever bought. I couldn't help but imagine skinning her and wrapping myself in her delicate skin.

"Matt, don't you understand? We are the future! Our kind! We may be seen as murderers and psychopaths by everyone else, but we are the next step in Darwinian evolution. If you want to miss the chance to be part of something monumental, then suit yourself. Go back to writing your code, comparing your toilet paper with your friends, and killing irrelevant people."

The way she speaks sometimes makes me wonder if she gives blowjobs to Yuval Noah Harari. And how dare she insult my kills? I would have killed her already if her breasts weren't so mesmerizing.

I grabbed her hand tightly and said, "What do you mean by 'irrelevant kills'? Are all your kills celebrities? Who do you think you are?"

"They aren't all celebs, but we are slowly advancing our goals. We are making important kills that could change the world. One day, Hector and his close companions will be on top, and they will have all the power. Then things will be incredible for us!" She almost jumped in happiness while saying this. So immature.