Chapter 206: Wolf
Gwendolyn’s POV
Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth was a complicated human being. That was just an honest fact about herself. But as complex as she was, Gwendolyn knew exactly what to do to get her own pleasure.
Working herself up and down Bryce’s dick she smiled down at the man, all the while staring at his neck and resisting the urge to lean down and bite until she came back with a mouth full of flesh. But even though she did not go through with it, just the image of his blood squirting everywhere. Painting the walls, and the sheets a deep red was enough to drive her over the edge and she came imagining how thrilling it would be to ride a man as he took his final breaths.
She had done it once before on a supermodel with a drug habit. He had been beautiful, and just seconds after she’d climaxed his heart had given out. Gwendolyn had been really sad to lose him, ( the tears she had cried when calling for help had not been fake, she’d been mourning the man’s dick).
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Too sensitive to keep riding Bryce, she got off him but he groaned in protest.
"I have not come yet," He whined, and Gwendolyn had to pinch herself to stop from rolling her eyes. During past encounters he had come first multiple times and had left her to her own devices. Still, she could not just ignore him, she needed the idiot to keep underestimating her and thinking that he had all of the power.
Reaching over she began jerking him off. Bringing him to completion with practiced ease. Watching him as he lay there panting Gwendolyn wanted nothing more than to either suffocate him with a pillow. Or to just leave the bed and go take a scalding hot shower. But she could not do any of the things that she wanted. She had work to do. so moving closer to his side she began speaking. Making sure to keep her voice gentle and to not show how happy she was over the prospect.
"Are you seriously still planning to kill Vivian Rose with your bare hands,"
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"Of course I am doll. I know it might not have been what you had in mind when you rescued me but it is the only way that her story can end," Biting her bottom lip Gwendolyn widened her eyes making sure to really sell her worry to him.
"But it could be so dangerous are you sure you do not wish to change your mind," If he changed his mind she’d kill him. It had taken her having him strangle her during sex to sell him the idea, there was no way she would allow him to back out.
His chest puffing up Bryce shook his head.
"No, that slut needs to be taught a lesson," He said angrily, and Gwendolyn’s blood sang. There was nothing she loved more than getting people to do her bidding without even realizing it.
"If you are really intent on strangling her, have you at least thought of a plan? Like maybe where you are going to do it." Casting his gaze to the ceiling for a bit Bryce hummed, then he nodded.
"I am going to sneak into the school and strangle her there. Maybe I will do it in full view of her kids, crush their childhood innocence and snuff out her life in a single blow,"
Oh my goodness! The man was an idiot. How was he messing even this up. Was his whole plan to get caught!
Killing her in a room full of children was ridiculous, and that was before factoring in the school cameras. There would be so many loose ends.
"But there are so many people at the school I am worried you might get caught,"
Clearing his throat Bryce tapped at his chin like he was actually capable of deep thoughts.
"You know, you are right. Maybe I will just wait in her car, and the moment she gets in I’ll pop out and strangle her from the back seat,"
Wow, at this rate Gwendolyn was wondering how Bryce had made it to adulthood without killing himself through stupidity.
"You can’t do that. Today’s cars have cameras and you can never be certain that you’ve gotten them all. Plus you’d be leaving DNA behind no matter how careful you try to be,"
Bryce laughed. "That right there is why you are my number one girl. That feminine tendency to nitpick really is useful sometimes. But why don’t you rest that pretty little head of yours for now. I’ll do all the thinking when it comes to choosing a place to kill Vivian,"
Her home! Do it in her apartment for crying out loud! Gwendolyn wanted to scream, but all that she did was nod at Bryce’s dumb suggestion. When she settled down next to him, her irritation spiked.
So much for doing some thinking , she had not even laid down next to him for five minutes before Bryce had started snoring. Now as she looked over at his sleeping form, Gwendolyn once again thought on her plan.
Before she had met the man she had thought that involving him would really save her a lot of trouble. After all a hitmen would mean money exchanged with a stranger that she could not easily manipulate. It would mean someone having some dirt on her that they could use to save themselves if they were caught.
But she was really, really reconsidering the whole thing now.
Bryce was an idiot.
If he did not get the only brain cell that he possessed to shape up then Gwendolyn was worried about the mission. What if he went in there to kill Vivian Rose, slipped on a banana peel and cracked his head open. That was the kind of stupid that she was getting from Bryce. But she realized that she would have to put up with that. It was that kind of stupidity that was making it easier for her to control him. So she would just have to keep working him until he finally realized what her final clue was. She hoped it happened soon she had no idea how long she could put up the bad sex.