Nemesis: A Love Story

HUGH

He's aware of Megan's voice as she drawls on about welcoming their new friend.
Tessa.
She stands opposite him.
Megan who has noticed his immediate interest in this new shiny human, voice falters briefly mid speech.
He'll have to rectify that as soon as group is over.
He's up for another go round anyway. Maybe he'll even go down on her this time. Suck on her until she's dry and her knees give way. Give her something to think about later while she's mercy fucking her husband, Bart.
Wifely duties and all that shit.
He smirks. Pleased with himself.
His eyes move back to the other.
They move over her face.
Her porcelain skin.
Her cat like green eyes as she scans the others.
Long wavy blond hair. Pulled back into a low ponytail. Loose strands that sway with the soft breeze of the ac across her shoulders.
Blonds aren't usually his thing, both his mother and sister are blond but he's willing to make an exception for this one. 
She's wearing all black.
Not a new thing for this area.
Girls think it makes them look mysterious. Edgy.
Desirable.
Predictable he thinks.
But something about the way she wears it is different. It's almost like an armour. Right down to her combat boots.
She wears an oversized black pea coat that annoyingly is hiding her figure from his view.
No worries though. He knows it's only a matter of time before he breaks her like all the rest. He'll fuck her senseless and then ghost her, unless she's good at giving head or of some other use to him.
Then he might keep her around.
For fun.
You can never have too many fuck friends.
It's at this moment when those cat eyes turn to him.
He sees her reaction to him. The stunned look of awe. He's used to this response. He gets off on it. The effect he has on other people. It gets him going. Makes his dick twitch with anticipation.
He anticipates the same from her.
He leans forward using his body language to make her react accordingly.
Draw her in.
Start the game.
She locks eyes with him.
She doesn't  look away.
She doesn't move restlessly or nervously under his scrutiny.
His penetrating stare.
Instead she sizes him up.
Those eyes probe into him, like she's trying to see inside his mind.
Blue versus green.
He refuses to be the first to look away.
Refuses to be ruffled by the clear challenge coming at him like a force of nature.
He can feel Megan's eyes darting back and forth between them like watching an intense ping pong match.
Her insecurities fill the air around them with a thick layer of desperation.
He can't be bothered. Not now.
He can feel his heart beating faster.
The thrill of the hunt. The game.
It's at that moment he realizes she, this green eyed creature, has seen something. Something in him.
Her head moves to the side, ever so slight then straight again.
Something confirmed inside her.
He watches transfixed as her eyes go dead.
Dead towards him.
It's like she's slammed down a metaphorical trap door and thrown him across the room, hard against a concrete wall.
He rocks back against his chair from the force of it.
This his first uncontrolled reaction.
He hates it.
At this moment he hates her.
She takes the seat opposite from him.
This beautiful demon seed.
He then and there makes it his mission to wreck her.
Destroy her.
~You can't destroy what's already dead, son~
The sound of his mother voice...something he hasn't heard or remembered in years...fills his mind.
An aching memory from a long ago past. Before the trouble had begun. Before he'd turned into this.
His angry eyes turn back to her.
Nemesis.
She doesn't regard him anymore.
She just sits there composed.
Silent
Unaffected.
A vault.
With white knuckled fisted hands in her lap.
That night, after group, after he watches her walk away without a backward glance at any of them, he fucks Megan roughly into oblivion but green cat eyes taunt him from the shadows of his mind.
As he cums against Megan's quivering thighs and round ass he has to bite his tongue to keep from moaning out her name.
Nemesis.