"Spotlight, bad baby. You've got a flair for the violentest kind of love anywhere out there."
-Bel Air, Queen Lana Del Rey
We lied side by side facing each other under blanket. The dim light of the night illuminated our skin. I scraped his bare covered-tattoos chest with my forefinger nail. He hissed in pure ecstasy. It was four in the morning and we hadn't even closed our fucking eyes, let alone sleep. I had told you about his fucking stamina, right?
"Why do you choose this side of life?" I asked from nowhere, kept staring at his abstract-yet-so-fucking-beautiful tattoos.
"What side?" His thumb was rubbing my hipbone.
"Bad side." I answered quietly, didn't want to fucking stain this perfect silence. He didn't answer. I tried again. "Do you kill for living?" Then he laughed so fucking loud I thought he would fucking cry. I looked up only to find him smirking in mysterious kind of way.
"It's the most fun way to get money, right?" His word sent chills all over my skin. He saw that. "But, no, baby…" His tone was so fucking smooth but I fucking knew his next words screamed danger to highest. He grazed my nose with his lips. His tongue followed. "I live for killing." Then everything stopped dead in their tracks. No sound. All screamed in silence. I didn't move or breathe. He was watching my expression and chuckled to lighten the mood. "Are you afraid of me now?" He bit the tip of my nose lightly. His voice was like teasing, but I knew he asked me seriously.
Was I afraid of him? Instead of answering, I asked him another question. "Why were they so shocked when I called you Edward?" Their expression was fucking unforgettable. As they froze, Edward dragged me upstairs and fucked me to oblivion. He didn't want to explain it, I could tell. "You said your name was Edward, right?" Yeah, I was tough motherfucker. "But they call you Masen. Did you lie to me?" I asked then pouted like an innocent girl. Anything to make him answer the goddamn question.
He exhaled on my left cheek. "Edward Masen. That's my fucking name."
"And no one calls you Edward because?"
"I don't allow them."
"Why?" I knew I tested his patience but I didn't give a damn. I was so fucking curious. His life was full of secrets.
"People who call me Edward will end up dead."
"Oh, come on. Everyone will end up fucking dead, Edward." I didn't get why it was a big deal. I mean, seriously? His crew was fucking scared because of a fucking myth like that?
"You really have no goddamn idea, don't you?" He laughed bitterly. "I killed people who called me Edward, baby. They were fucking dead long ago." He snapped then yanked my hips. I was on my back now. "And you really wanna fucking know who the fuck they are, hmm?" He grunted. "Tell me." His fingers dug deeper into my flesh. I shrieked. "Tell me you do and I'll tell you right the fuck now." I could only nod, but he was clearly unsatisfied. "Tell. Me." He demanded.
"I-I do. I do want to know." I whimpered.
"Open your fucking eyes." I did. We locked gaze. Those emeralds were crazy and wicked and dangerous. I lost in them. The atmosphere changed drastically. I could feel something darker and scarier coming up. His real psychopath soul appeared on the surface and this was so fucking terrifying. But it couldn't be compared of what he said next. "My mom. My dad. My six best friends. They all were dead in my fucking hands." I fucking stopped breathing. He held my chin to fucking kiss me but I instinctively tried to pull away. He chuckled darkly. "What? You don't want me touch you, huh?" My body shifted farther from him. I even tried to climb out of the bed. But he easily grasped my ankle when I was half-crawling, pulling me back to him, he grumbled, "Where the hell you're going…"
I was on my stomach. He pressed his palm on my back so I couldn't move. Hell, I hardly even breathed. He gathered my hair in a fist. Kiss and suck. Kiss and suck. Kiss and suck. So hungry of my skin. "Yeah, I'm a dangerous creature, baby." He whispered harshly. "The damndest monster." His fingertips grazed my exposed neck then pressed them lightly but surely against my pulse. "Killing you will be so fucking easy." I shivered. "Do you have another question? Do you? Ask me anything." He gritted teeth. I shook my head and closed my eyes. "No, hmm? You sure?"
Just like that, he lifted my hips then pushed into me. I cried out loud but he covered my mouth with his palm. "Sshh…be quiet, baby…" Pulled out till it was just the head of his cock then pushed even deeper. He did it steadily and forcefully. My whimper was muffled. I bit his palm hard. He groaned. Our body was so sticky. Our sweat was mixed. His movement was faster. Mine too. Our breathing was heavier. I was close. He knew it and he let me have mine. I screamed when the orgasm hit me hard. He uncovered my mouth and his dick left my pussy. I was still in the cloud nine when he flipped me over and filled me once again. I squealed and he covered my mouth with his. I was already high but he brought me higher. I was done. I came again. And again. Thrice in a row, for the first time in my life. He pulled out and stroked his painfully hard dick a few times before shot his load on my chest and stomach. Then he collapsed on the top of me.
The bed had already been empty and the sun had already shined bright when I woke up. My body was so sticky of sweat and his jizz. I took a long shower and grabbed a shirt from his drawer. Tying up my platinum blonde-dyed hair into a bun, I went down the stairs. There was only Jasper in the kitchen. I walked straight to the fridge to drink mineral water. Two bottles.
He chuckled, "So thirsty, huh?"
"You have no idea." I rolled my eyes and sat on the stool beside him. He was with his laptop again. Instead of asking where the fuck Edward was, I asked, "What are you doing?"
"Fix this house's security system. Masen said someone broke it. Unbelievable. I mean, I had it so fucking perfect. The fucker must be an elite hacker or some shit like that. I wonder what he was doing in this fucking house…" Jasper trailed off and turned to me abruptly. His eyes narrowed. "It was you." He accused.
"What?" I asked innocently.
"You broke it." He was like he didn't believe his own words. "How?" He wondered. "How did you do it?" I looked at him like I didn't understand what he was saying. "Who are you, Allegra? Are you a hacker?"
I laughed though it wasn't funny. "You're being too much. It's just a door, Jasper."
"No, it's not." He turned back to his laptop. Type, click, type, click. He was checking some videos. I was fucking aware that this house was full of cameras. But I didn't have time to erase those videos at that time. Suddenly his pupils dilated. And I knew I was screwed. "Fucking hell. You broke the security system in a goddamn minute? Sixty seconds? Seriously?!"
I laughed again, nervously.
"Which one are you? White hat? Black hat?"
"Jasper, I'm not…"
"Bullshit."
I sighed. This couldn't be good. "I'm not that skilled, okay?" He rolled his eyes sarcastically. "All right. I'm a…hacktivist."
"Really?" He raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Are you sure you don't hack for living? With your skill, I fucking know you can steal goddamn millions."
I laughed. It was so funny, right?
If only he knew…
"And become a fucking criminal like you? Fuck, no." I stood up to grab some bread on the countertop.
"Hacktivists can be criminals too, you know."
"That's what government says." I said while chewing.
"So what kind of hacktivism have you done?" He asked in interest.
"Not much." I shrugged.
His eyes told me he was unconvinced.
I wondered who the hell could lie to him. It was like he always saw my bullshits. Or everyone's.
"Oh, come on."
"I'm an amateur, Jas. I'm not an expert like you think I am." I tried to convince him, but of course he was smarter.
"Funny." He snorted. "The security system I made was impenetrable, Allegra. Before you, I believed only Alice that could cut it through. But it's not like she could did it in a goddamn minute."
"You're being too much." I laughed.
He ignored me.
"Tell me. What kind of hacktivism have you done?" He insisted. "I'll keep it a secret, you know." He offered when I didn't say anything. "Masen trusts me. So, I don't see why you don't."
"I don't even know you, Jas. And trust always becomes the main issue for me."
"You're Masen's friend. Which means you're my friend too."
I rolled my eyes at him. "Friend? I'm his fucking slave for fucks sake."
"No, you don't." He was so certain of himself I almost believe him instantly. He had this ability of convincing people to believe what he did think it was.
He was so fucking good.
"It's not like I want to know your business. I'm just curious."
He would hunt me down until I answered his goddamn question.
I exhaled loudly, so fucking frustrated. He was grinning like a fucking lunatic. I knew he knew I would tell him.
"DDoS attacks against MasterCard and because they froze donations to WikiLeaks."
His eyes widened, but I saw a glint of amusement there.
"Shit, you're part of Anonymous."
Well, yeah, I'm Anonymous' fan.
Real life is calling againnnnn :(
