In Too Deep

Prologue

"We did good baby" Jack grins at me and I smirk.

"Did we daddy?" I ask him as I spread out against the money beneath me. I grab a grand next to my my head and hold it up to my face.

I pass my thumb across the top and smile at the sound of the paper. I look at him through the money and smile.

"Love the smell of money" Jack crawls onto our bed. He pulls my legs up to his waist and I tighten them around him so I can bring him in closer.

His head ducks down to my stomach and he begins to kiss down my skin. I can feel him breathe against my flesh. I bite my lip and thread my fingers through his hair. It's grown a bit since his last shave giving me more to pull on. His teeth nip at me and I giggle. He looks at me and I pull slightly. He gets the message and comes back up to my face. I look up into his eyes. The beautiful colour of deep green swirls behind his pupils, hypnotizing me.

"This all ours baby" he grabs the money out of my hand and rips off the band holding it together.

He showers me in single bills and I laugh. I close my eyes and relish in the feeling of it landing all over my torso. His mouth latches onto my neck and I gasp in return. My back arches involuntarily as I offer myself up to him.

He enters me swiftly and I open my eyes in surprise. I watch him above me as he holds onto the headboard with one arm. His hand clutches the wooden railing tightly, turning it white with pressure. I swallow thickly at the ache of him being inside of me after so long.

I scratch my nails down the long expanse of his back. Moaning from the pleasure of him thrusting into me. I can feel every inch of him as he fucks in and out of me.

The packages of money shake as he moves the bed with his strokes. They fall off the side of our bed. They hit the ground with a thud as does the headboard to the wall behind us.

"God fuck–" I moan and bring him down to me. His mouth touches mine as we kiss sloppily. His tongue teases mine and they toss and turn. His teeth grab at my bottom lip and I open my mouth ecstasy as his fingers play with my bundle of nerves.

One hand grabs his wrist to keep him from moving away while the other is at the back of his neck. My legs are tight around his hips. Bringing him back in as he pulls out.

"Don't stop" I beg and he attacks my throat. My eyes go back as I begin to edge closer. I dig my nails into his behind and he growls.

"Ride me Harls" he whispers into my ear and we quickly change positions.

As soon as I get on top I hold onto his chest as I bounce on his dick. I whimper and toss my head back in pleasure. I can feel sweat begin to trickle down in between my breasts. They move to the pace that I do. My hair touched my lower back as I continue to ride him.

His hands are grabbing my ass roughly and I moan as he smacks one cheek. He still wears his ring and I laugh knowing they'll be a large bruise on my cheek by dawn.

"Just like that princess" he moans.

He uses his other hand to play with my bouncing tits and I smile. He twists my nipple and I scrunch up my face in pain. The pleasure goes straight down south and I whimper.

"Can't tell you how long i've waited for this" I smile and place one hand next to his head while the other is on his shoulder as I use him as support.

"Waited for what pumpkin?" I laugh and grab the weapon from beneath the pillow above his head. Always leaving the knife there just in case.

His cupid knife shines in the light of the room.

"For this" I pass the sharp object across his throat without much thought. I throw it across the room as I finish myself off.

His hand grabs at his throat currently spewing blood onto my naked body. I watch as he chokes on his blood, the life draining from his eyes. He can't even talk from all the blood following into his windpipe.

The dark red liquid continues to pour down his body, now dirtying the money below us.

Jack

I sit up with a start, clutching my chest as I try my best to regain my breath. I look around my surroundings to see that i'm just in my room.

My chest rises and falls quite rapidly and I close my eyes. Falling back onto my bed. All I see is his dead body choking on his blood.

I open my eyes and stare up at the ceiling. I look next to me to see that he's still here.

His chest rises and falls soundly and I groan inwardly.

"Go home" I sigh and lie back down.

I look to my left to see that it's only three in the morning. What's the point of falling asleep if i'm just going to wake up again in two hours? I can't keep doing this it's been two weeks since i've gotten a night full of sleep.

I toss my legs over the edge and stand up from my spot on the bed.

My bare feet walk across the wooden floor and into my kitchen.

I open the refrigerator and take out my pitcher of water. I serve my cold drink in a cup and lean against the counter in silence.

I can see straight onto the street from my window but decide against going out into the fire escape. I start bright and early at my new job tomorrow. The last ting I need is to be late from lack of sleep.

I finish off my water and place the cup into the sink. I'll take care of it in the morning.

I crawl back under my covers and lie on my side, facing away from Zach..or is it, Chris? I rest my head on my pillow and close my eyes. The dream flashes into my mind in bits and pieces.

He was there again. Different scenery. Same ending.

I've been having dreams about him since I got back into the city. I've been away for a long time.

I haven't dreamt about him since I left.

To be going through all of this again in under two weeks is draining.

Sometimes I don't even sleep because the thought of seeing him is too painful. So close yet so far.

I feel his breath on my neck as he turns over. His arm comes to across my mid section and I cringe at his grip.

But not anymore. Now he'll be close. And I'll be able to get my chance. My chance at killing him.