I sensed I was being followed so my predator instincts kicked in and before the man could even touch me I had him against the door of my car with a knife to his neck. He raised his hands as to show he wasn't armed and dangerous, putting on the mask of a victim but I wasn't fooled by his innocence. This was Dexter, Brian's little brother. I should know, we've been following his actions ever since we arrived to Miami, much to my dismay but apparently my partner in crime had some unfinished business with his bro.

I pretended to be scared so he wouldn't suspect me…the time for confessions hasn't arrived yet cause I wasn't prepared to take him down. That will have to wait.

"Who are you and why are you following me?"

"I'm so sorry for scaring you, I didn't mean to. My name is Dexter, I work with the police."

Interesting path this conversation was taking. The fact that he was actually truthful about his identity intrigued me so I pretended not understanding in order to get him talking further.

"I've been following this man, suspect of several murders and I saw him kidnapping you last night. I just couldn't believe you were alive and well…"

"So you saw that shit taking me and you didn't do anything? What kind of cop are you, the coward type?"

It was true; this lame excuse of a killer kidnapped me last night while I was heading for my car. He put me to sleep and took me to this abandoned warehouse where he wanted to have his way with me. Rape me and kill me probably, that motherfucker had it coming. He had no idea who I was and what I could do, he just saw an attractive, unprotected woman. What happened next baffled him seeing how he never expected my knife, which he had no idea I had, connect with his throat. A lot of blood was spilled, making this a little messy, so not my style. If you want to be a serial killer you have to be meticulous, neat and very careful.

"I wanted to help, so I drove off after his car but I lost you at the next light. And it's not like I could have informed the police about it, it wasn't official. The tracking was on my free time, I was trying to gather evidence to put him behind bars."

Or more like on your table…Dexter was like me and Brian but unfortunately he wasn't free. He followed this code that his foster dad taught him, 'never kill an innocent person, only go after the bad guys'. Bullshit if you asked me.

"Ok, I understand. But as you can see I'm okay now so you don't have to 'worry' about me anymore. Excuse me but I have to go home."

I removed the knife and put it back in my pocket, expecting him to get away and let me get into my car but he kept surprising me…

"Wait, what happened? How did you escape? Where is Charlie? Let me buy you a coffee so you can tell me everything. I really want to help…"

Charlie was a 43 years loser with a crappy job during the day who got so bored of his own existence that he started kidnapping women at night and killing them after he took advantage of their bodies. He got himself into some trouble when he thought I was going to be one of his victims. That bastard never stood a chance because he did not possess the mind of the beast; or as Dexter likes to call it 'the dark passenger'.

I kept my act on while I pretended to be the poor girl who had to do something sick to escape the big bad wolf.

Dexter took me to a coffee shop just around the corner and he, as well, took his roll -the roll of the protector-way too seriously. I believed he was indeed interested what happened to the guy but I wouldn't say it was because of my safety. Dexter wanted him as his next 'project' and I took him away. Was I sensing a little bit of jealousy from him as I related the events of last night with some improvements of my own?

At the end of the night, Dexter assured me I did the right thing. It's not like I needed to hear him say that to know it was the truth.

The way I feel when I kill is indescribable. The power it gives you is addictive. Money, fame or connections will never give you the amount of strength taking one's life offers you. I for one feel on top of the world while I watch the light in my victims eyes go off and the sound of their last breathing sounds like music to my ears.

Yes I am a killer, the worst you will ever encounter and probably the last. I take what I want, when I want and let's just say I'm quite demanding. Most of my kind has a pattern, women, men, blondes, successful etc. Not me, I just like doing it. The hunt, the frightened looks they give me, the questions they always ask, 'why are you doing this?', 'why me?', 'who are you?' they never get old. And when it's almost done they start begging or offering me things in exchange for their life- that part amuses me a lot because they don't get it. I don't kill for reason, I do it for pleasure.

I am a monster, but at least I'm good at what I'm doing. Meeting Brian was the best thing that happened to me. He taught me everything I know, how to kill and to accept that this is who I am. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. Sadly he's not here anymore…

The bastard was obsessed with finding his brother. He had hoped the three of us will make a good team but I bet he was shocked when he found out the hard way that Dexter isn't one of us. He's moral; he works for the fucking police. So when the time came for the truth to be known, Brian found his end at his own brother's hands. I didn't love the guy, oh no, love was not a common notion for me, but I looked up to him; I admired him for his genius when killing was involved. But lately he was getting on my nerves, so much that if he hadn't already died I would have killed him myself. All this family bullshit, the messages we were leaving on our victims, him fucking detective Debra Morgan, Dexter's 'sister', so that he could befriend his bro was annoying as hell. When he tried to kill her I could swear he had a death wish or something. Ending a cop's life would put FBI, CIA and everyone else on our tail. Even if going to jail wasn't one of my worries-we were far too careful to be caught- having my activity interrupted was. With all the police around I couldn't go on with my plans and that left my needs unsatisfied.

Still, what do I do now?

Do I leave town and go on with my needs or do I stay and challenge this forensics guy to catch me and put me on his table?

I would love to make him change his mind about who deserves to die and who doesn't. Dexter has something Brian didn't…he's like me but he can still feel, still have a normal life. The fact he wasn't in jail already was a proof of his genius, so did his methods.

So I guess I have found my answer. Staying it is…

I stalked him for the rest of his week in order to learn his everyday schedule. Tonight I will have some fun…

I waited for him to get to his car and while he was putting some stuff in his trunk I came from behind and injected him with M99. I rolled him inside and drove us to his place. Carrying him to the basement was the difficult part and right now I wished Brian would still be alive. I taped him in my own style to his table of punishment after getting him naked. He had an amazing body, very well built, not like his big brother. But there was something big about him alright. He was very gifted in that department, that and the fact that I wasn't getting any lately made my mouth water.

My life was driven by impulses so what I did next didn't surprise me. I found myself stroking his cock in order to watch him in action. Even though he was still asleep his body was reacting to my administrations and that pleased me immensely. I needed to taste him so I licked the pre-cum on the tip of it and he tasted so good that I needed more. I wanted to fuck my enemy and the thought of it made me so wet and horny.

I kept my mouth on him, licking and swallowing him as much as I could until I heard a moan coming from my sleepy victim. 'Goody now he can join me in my feast' I thought as I drifted my eyes to his face, still playing with his thick cock. He half-opened his eyes, both pleasure and confusion portrayed in them.

"What the fuck? What are you doing?"

"Shh I promise you'll enjoy it just like I will. Your questions can wait till after I'm done with you." I deep throated him and as much as he tried he couldn't stop the moans when I had him all in my hot, wet mouth.

"Shit that feels so good."

"Ahmmm" I agreed and sent shivers down his spine with my humming. He was struggling to get up, either to stop me or guide me I didn't know but it was a good thing he was tied up otherwise I wouldn't be enjoying this right now.

I stopped before he could cum and he looked daggers at me. He was so cute when he was horny…

"I thought you wanted some answers. Let's see. My real name is Lila Smith and I was your brother's girlfriend; or associate, or partner in crime or whatever. I came to Miami with him so he could make you join us to the dark side and be the 'murderous trio'. That was his 'brilliant' plan I guess but because of you it didn't work out. So here I am missing a partner…would you like to fill that place?" I laughed knowing he would never agree to that because of his precious code.

Catching on my sarcasm:

"You want revenge? You're here to kill me?"

"Actually no, not yet. Believe me or not, Brian was getting on my nerves lately. You actually did me a favor by getting rid of him. But now I'm bored and have no one to play so I figured out you could use some attention. It must get lonely to be like me."

I took my panties off and climbed on top of him. The feeling of flesh on flesh sent us both haywire with desire and he groaned at our proximity. I could see in his eyes the fight between his monster and his human. One of them wanted me with a knife in my heart and the other, well, I'm sure it was something kinky nonetheless.

I rubbed myself against him and he could feel the juices dripping out of my pussy. He was so sexy tied up like that, fighting his restraints to either choke me to death or thrust in me like crazy. The thought of what he could do to me if he was free was not only turning me on but making me want him inside me so bad it actually hurt.

"Why are you doing this? You know I will not be your accomplice. I killed my own brother for that, what makes you think I will not do the same to you?"

"Oh I know you will. And that makes this all the more enthralling. You see I enjoy being hunted down. It's exhilarating knowing any second you could get caught or even die. Unfortunately not many have come even close to that. But you will. Because you're good. I've been watching you; I must admit you have style and brains. But you're stuck for the moment. Literally and metaphorically stuck. I hear your bodies have come to surface so you cannot act on your needs soon. Not until this investigation ends. I wonder how you will manage yourself in the meantime."

I grabbed and directed his cock to my entrance, where I needed him the most. Only the tip of him was sending bolts of pleasure through my body, I wonder what the rest will feel like…

I took him whole in one swift move and we both gasped at the sensation. He was bigger than I thought and wow he felt amazing.

Lifting myself from him until he was almost out and then pounding on him again for several minutes took me close to my oblivion. Under me he was squirming, trying to thrust himself into me harder, faster, but this time I was in control.

We were both breathing hard, he was groaning and I was, shamefully, screaming his name over and over again.

"Oh God, Dexter, you feel so good. Yeah baby, ohhh."

"Lila, faster, harder, please. I'm so close."

I fell on him needing something to hold onto while I rode my orgasm, his hair. Seizing the opportunity he took one of my nipples into his mouth and bit hard, out of frustration of being tied up, and the pain actually made me come so much harder.

"Fuck!" was all I was able to mumble while my mind blacked out and my body hummed with blissfulness.

Before Dexter could join me I removed myself and left him there, so close to the edge, so frustrated by my act and the fact he couldn't even finish himself off.

"You've got to be kidding me. Common you cannot leave me like this. I'm so hard it actually hurts."

"I'm sorry, love. But if you want to cum you have to come after me." I snickered enjoying the control I had on him.

I drugged him again so that I could have an advantage on him and then untied his hands hoping he will manage the rest. This was going to be so much fun…Dexter was so much better than his brother. If he made me cum so hard without even touching me, I wonder what else he could do to me?

Hmmm, can't wait.