DOMINIC

It was lust at first sight.

People delude themselves by calling it "love". I just own my shit. There was no other way to explain this feeling, the raw thrill for the hunt. There was something about Maeve Trevino that drew me to her. Maybe it was the way she looked so adorable, with her chocolate brown hair in trinkets, matching ribbons, and those large blue eyes. She might not know it but she wore the innocence like a beacon, a fucking lighthouse everyone could see and couldn't resist.

I was getting excited just thinking of ways I could soil her.

Unlike some people who like to deny what they are, I know I am a predator.

I'd never been with a virgin before, so this was a new type of fun.

As I started driving home from the skating rink, the headlights of my car caught the flare of her lacy dress in the darkness of the night.

It was Maeve, walking alone at night.

I chuckled to myself.

A fucking jackpot.

I slowed down on the road as she continued to brisk walk. It would have been fun to stalk her while she was visibly shaking with fear, but I also had to gain her trust. I had to be the kind of guy she relied on.

"Maeve," I called out to her, rolling down my window, "Can I drop you somewhere?"

A classic question used to trap preys.

She stopped and turned to look at me. Relief crossed her features, and then there was that fear shining in her eyes again. "I...I'll just walk home."

"It's really late you know, and this place isn't exactly "women-friendly" so, how about you hop in and I'll drive you home," I suggested.

"I'm not allowed to get into strangers' cars."

"We're not strangers. Now come on, get in the car."

She didn't argue any further as she climbed into my Mustang. I think she was reluctant to get in the car with me but did it anyway because she didn't have any other choice. Maybe it was her instinct telling her I was an ugly person underneath all the beautiful exterior.

If she could read my mind, I doubt she would have sat in my car.

I had a serious urge to do bad things, especially to pretty girls like her. Throughout the ride, I had flashes of taking her to a secluded place and having my way with her. I could almost imagine Maeve, naked and on her knees with my cock shoved down her throat, and she would look up at me with tears streaming down her face.

It was a sick thought, but as much as the idea was tempting, I knew practicing self-control was far better, especially when the fruits of labor were going to be sweeter than ever.

She was thin like some of those Instantgram models, which made me wonder if the Trevino's were even feeding her properly. She didn't seem like the type to diet to keep her figure. Not that I cared, but if I had to have her, I'd at least need some meat on her bones to grab onto.

"Did you have dinner?"

"I had some fries before getting here." She said in her soft voice.

"Let's get you a good meal. My treat."

She didn't refuse my offer, which made it clear that they weren't giving her proper food at her home. I drove to my all-time favorite fast-food joint, Burger Bistro. The place was usually packed with kids from school, but it was already pretty late, so there weren't many people around.

When I entered the restaurant with Maeve, all heads turned in our direction. As soon as their eyes met mine, they looked away. They wanted nothing to do with me, and I understood why they would feel this way. I guess my reputation precedes me, and I don't give a fuck about it. My father was partly to be blamed for it.

The waitress walked to our table; her name was Lenny. She was really sweet, and she'd rather keep her eyes glued to the floor than look at me directly which worked fine, too.

Nobody wanted to deal with a crazy.

"Are you ready to order?" She asked, probably wondering what type of blackmail I used to get a girl to sit at a table with me.

"The usual for me, double cheeseburger with potato wedges and a large coke."

"And for you?" She asked Maeve.

"A chocolate milkshake."

She couldn't be serious. "She'll also have the chicken tender wrap, and the same side dishes as me."

Lenny wrote it down in her little diary, "Coming right up."

When Lenny was gone, I turned to Maeve. "Aren't you hungry? Why the hell would you order a milkshake?"

Her face turned red, and she mumbled something.

"What?"

"I said, I don't have money to pay!"

"I told you, I'd pay for it. There's no need for you to worry about that."

She sighed and looked straight at me. Those large blue eyes were glassy and her cheeks had a natural pink tint to them. Underneath the table, I balled my hands into tight fists. I probably wasn't going to get much sleep until I've had her, but there was a lot of hard work going to be involved before that.

"Why are you being so kind to me?"

That was a good question, but the answer to that wasn't appropriate.

"I don't know," I lied. "I thought you would be hungry, so I brought you here. Isn't that a good enough reason?"

"I don't know, Dominic . Most people who are nice expect something in return."

Well, she did hit the bulls-eye there.

"I know your sisters can be quite a handful, and I wanted to help you. I noticed you weren't having a good time earlier."

I wanted to make all the lies spilling out of my mouth sound believable.

She nodded. "Thanks for looking out for me."

"You're always welcome."

The food arrived a few minutes later. At first, she started nibbling the food like a factory rat and when she realized I wasn't looking; she began gobbling it down like she was a participant in an eating competition.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I turned eighteen last month." She said between sips of milkshake. "You?"

"I'm nineteen. I took a break from school." A much-needed break after I found out some really effed up things. "That's why I'm a little older than most kids in senior year."

"Isn't your girlfriend going to be mad that you're together with me?" She looked at me shyly from her milkshake and I bet she didn't even know how much that docile way of hers turned me on.

"I don't do girlfriends and shit," I said.

I had to make sure about her too, in case there was someone I needed to get rid of. "What about you? Boyfriend back home?"

She shook her head. "I never had one."

I was so pleased to hear her say that. She probably didn't even know what was coming her way.

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