Irresistible

IRRESISTIBLE 

"Are you ready?", Sean asked. 

 As if he really cared for the answer. Hell no, I wasn't ready. Dammit. Why hadn't I seen this coming? I'm an investigative reporter. I should've figured this out long before now. The paper I work for had been covering this case since it began last year. 

 All together seven young women had been found murdered. Their bodies were discovered splayed out as if they'd all died in the throes of passion.  The police found a small, crude tattoo of an 'x'  on each one of the ladies left breast, right over their heart. They said it looked to be fresh. 

I was lucky enough to get the story. My first big break. I covered the story every couple of weeks. It was a big deal in this small town and I was desperately trying to make a name for myself. It's tough being a thirty-something reporter. I needed that big story. And it fell right into my lap. 

The last body was found two months ago. I went to the police station to speak with the detective that was in charge of the case. 

"What do you have for me, Robert?", I had asked. 

"The usual, Amelia. A young lady found with the same tattoo. That's all we have right now."

I walked out of the police station that night and nearly right into the arms of Sean. 

 Sean... Oh my. What a fine male specimen. His facial features were perfect. He had deep brown eyes and a gorgeous smile, with dark curly hair. I was hooked instantly. 

"Excuse me, miss,"  he had said as he took my elbow to steady me. 

"Ummm...thank you..I mean, I'm sorry.. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking, I mean, I was, I just didn't...see you..," I stuttered. 

 "Wow Amelia," I had thought to myself, "Why don't you just embarrass yourself while you're at it?" 

Sean laughed and I am pretty sure I felt my heart flutter and my panties get wet. It had been too long since I'd felt the touch of a man such as this. 

So here we are two months later. Sean on top of me with a homemade tattoo gun, ready to give me that 'x'. That damn 'x'. I had basically walked right into this. I should've just begged him to go on and do it. That's how blind I had been. 

 Now I finally realized Sean had been simply trying to get information from me. How he must've laughed over my admiration of him! Murderer or not, this man was irresistible. In my own defense, I did not know he was a woman-killing-phycho. Not until now. Not until it was too late. 

"Look at me, Amelia..," he said as he gently took my chin to turn my head towards him. I looked up at him. His body was outlined by the moonlight shining through my bedroom window. 

"Can you honestly say I didn't please you?" he asked softly. 

"Yes, Sean, you did. But was it worth dying over? Well, maybe it would be if I was dying while having the best damn orgasm ever."  

I'm not sure joking at a time like this was the smartest thing to do, but my mind was reeling. 

 I thought back to the mind-blowing sex we had just shared. Wow.. Even now I knew it was the most amazing sex I would ever have, if I somehow managed to get out of this mess alive. 

 My body was still throbbing from the amazing experience. I thought back to Sean's hands on my body, his fingers rubbing my nipples and then his mouth nibbling them. I had felt out of control. Then his hands had trailed down to my thighs and into the inner- most warmth of my body. I had nearly screamed in ecstasy.

 Wait, am I seriously lying here thinking about sex with this man while he's preparing to kill me? What the hell was wrong with me? 

I looked at him once more. Wow, he's beautiful. His rock hard abs and huge member standing proudly at attention. Focus Amelia, dammit! 

I arched my body under him and pretended to be stretching. He gazed at me and leaned over my breast, kissing it with his luscious lips and pressing the tattoo gun to it. 

"This man is fucking insane," I thought. 

I pulled the gun out from under my pillow. I had always kept it there. A woman living alone can never be too safe in this day and age. 

I pointed it at him and he stopped immediately. 

"Dammit, Sean. Why did you have to be fucking insane and a murderer?" 

I wasn't actually expecting an answer. 

I held him at gunpoint while I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. I kept him there until help arrived. 

I was pretty sure I had just found my 'big story'. 

And boy, what a story this was going to be.