Forbidden Magic: The Complete Collection Page 15

  Victor didn’t say anything. He actually couldn’t say anything through his teeth, which continued to chatter uncontrollably even after she’d pulled her hand back.

  He kept following Kiara, slowly working to suppress a mixture of shame and frustration as the two headed southeast through the city. There was a small gentrified neighborhood that Victor hadn’t been through before, and they slowed their pace as they walked into it. Kiara pulled out her phone and read an address off the screen.

  “We’re looking for one Angie Johnson. Last known address, 272 Orange Street.” She scanned the house numbers slowly. “Ah, here we go.”

  Most of the houses had an air of subtle wealth to them. The paint jobs, both in color and consistency, were perfect. The lawns, though tiny and restricted by the sidewalk, were neatly maintained. Even the street itself was clean, and the parked cars that Victor could see looked to each cost more money than he’d ever had to his name.

  Kiara skipped up the steps to a smaller house, white with blue trim. There was no car parked in the driveway, and then she knocked on the door softly, nobody came to answer.

  “What’s the lead?” asked Victor. “How do you know this woman is connected?”

  “Lucy managed to sneak a photo out of the victim’s wallet, and Kronenberg pulled a few fingerprints off of it.”

  “Isn’t that… tampering with a crime scene?”

  Kiara looked at him as though he’d said something unbelievably stupid.

  “The girl was a biosplice,” she said. “The people that killed her are also most likely enhanced genetically. Do you even realize what would happen if the police tried to go up against them?”

  Victor didn’t say anything, even as Kiara slipped around to the back of the house, and began looking around to make sure she wasn’t being watched. It wasn’t until she started trying windows that he found his words.

  “Seriously?” He shook his head. “This is a terrible idea. If she’s not home, we should just come back later. What are we going to get out of breaking in, other than a felony?”

  “Go home, Victor,” said Kiara.

  He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

  At least for now, I don’t have a choice.

  Victor walked over to a window along the side wall and carefully lifted with his fingers. It slid open, and he beckoned to Kiara.

  “All right,” he said. “This time, I go first.”

  She didn’t say anything. Victor carefully lifted himself through window. There was a dresser on the other side of it with a lamp on top of it, and he had to watch each movement to avoid knocking anything over.

  Kiara followed after him, and the two of them were inside. The house was pretty unremarkable looking. It was clean, and nothing stood out as being particularly suspicious.

  “Try to find a computer, or a phone,” said Kiara. “That’s our best bet to figuring out how this woman fits into things.”

  “Actually…” said Victor. “I think I already know how she does.”

  There was a photo on a table in the living room of the house. Victor picked it up and showed it to Kiara. The woman in the photo was the same woman they’d found last night.

  “Good find,” said Kiara. “They must be family, maybe sisters or-”

  The front door swung open without warning. An attractive woman with chestnut brown hair, buoyant breasts, and a small, toned butt walked into the house carrying two bags of groceries. She used her butt to close the door behind her and took a few steps forward, still humming a song and still totally oblivious to Victor and Kiara’s presence. It wasn’t until she’d set the bags down on the table that she noticed them and let out a surprised gasp.

  “Who… What are you doing here?” The woman shook her head and took a step back.

  “Victor, use your scarlet aura on her,” said Kiara. “Just to get her to be a little more cooperative.”

  “Uh, what?” Victor glared at her. “Are you serious?”

  “I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave!” The woman had her phone out and looked as though she was on the verge of a panic attack.

  “Do it already, Victor!” shouted Kiara. “Sometimes, it is necessary. This is part of your training!”

  “I told you this was a bad idea!”

  Kiara swore under her breath. Her body was surrounded in a bright red glow, and she waved a hand at the woman.

  “Oh…” The woman slowly lowered her phone and set it on the counter next to her bags. “Maybe… I’m being a little too hasty.”

  “Please tell me you didn’t just do what I think you did,” said Victor.

  “I didn’t exactly have much choice,” said Kiara. “You need to trust me more. I was trying to teach you an important lesson.”

  “My name is Angie.” The woman was twirling her hand with one finger and stepped in a little too close to Victor. “What’s your name?”

  “I’m, uh, Victor.” He shook his head and felt his cheeks heat up. “I think you should just go lie down, miss.”

  “Angie,” she said. “Please call me Angie.”

  Victor shot a glance at Kiara, who was making her way toward the front door.

  “I’ll be outside,” she said.

  “What?”

  “Just, you know…” Kiara flashed an evil grin at him. “Pump her for information.”

  Angie was running a hand across his chest, her eyes filled with the open gleam of horny, uncontrollable lust.

  “I want to show you something.” She giggled as she spoke. “In my room.”

  Victor’s mouth hung stupidly agape as Angie took him by the hand and led him down the hall.

  Ah, what the hell? We do need to follow up on the lead.

  CHAPTER 9

  Angie’s bedroom was clean, like the rest of her house. A large bed was against the back wall, and she led him over to it, slowly pulling his hand to have him sit next to her on the soft mattress.

  “So… I saw a picture on your table,” said Victor. “Do you have family in the city, by any chance?”

  Angie held a finger to his lips, shushing him and ignoring the question. She was an attractive woman, in her early thirties and with a good sense of style. Her face was pretty in a wholesome way, and Victor had the feeling that once upon a time, she’d been the girl next door.

  “You’re so forward,” whispered Angie, leaning in closer to him. “You were in my house, waiting for me. You’re a burglar, aren’t you? You’re here to take whatever you see that you like.”

  Victor was turned on, but he found that his curiosity almost outweighed his arousal. He hadn’t paid much attention to the way the scarlet aura affected the emotions of people. Angie seemed to be almost in a daze, creating justifications and rationalizations in the wake of her horniness.

  “I’m a… uh, actually, no.” Victor tapped a finger on his lips, thinking carefully. “I’m a private investigator. I’m here to-”

  Angie kissed him before he could push the point any further. She was wearing a dark blue sweater that did an excellent job of outlining her breasts, and Victor could feel them mashing against his chest as she fell on top of him.

  I’ll just go along with it for a minute or two.

  He kissed Angie back and felt himself giving into sensation. His cock was instantly hard, so hard that his pants felt as though he’d outgrown them.

  Angie fumbled with her clothes, stripping down to her underwear in record time. Victor took his sweatshirt off and started unzipping his jeans, barely managing to get them down to his ankles before the horny woman was back on top of him.

  “Oh God, you’re so bad!” she whispered. “Breaking in and then having your way with me! Oh God!”

  “That’s not-”

  Victor’s objection was cut off midsentence as Angie pushed her lips tight against his. She rubbed her panties against his boxer clad bulge, and he felt something give way inside of him.

  He reached up and groped at her breasts. They felt soft and hot and unbelievably nice u
nderneath his hands. Angie rubbed them in his face, and then rubbed him where it mattered. Her fingers worked his cock out through the hole of his boxers and began moving across it with strokes that almost tickled.

  “Angie…” Victor felt logic and reason making one last desperate appeal to his senses. “Are you sure about this?”

  She undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall away. Her breasts were all natural, and hung with angelic grace, directly in front of his eyes. Victor admired her perfect pink nipples, and pictured how the naked flesh of them would feel against other areas.

  “You came in to rob my house,” she whispered, continued to outline her sexy fantasy. “But I caught you in the act. And then, you decided to rob me.”

  Victor sighed.

  If she wants to be fucked by a burglar, so be it.

  He brought his lips up to one of her breasts and planted a kiss directly over her nipple. Angie shuddered and ran her hands through his hair. Victor rushed to pull her panties off, ripping them slightly in the process, and then began probing against her thighs with his cock.

  They rolled, and Angie was underneath him. She had a sexy gleam in her eyes, and rolled again, pushing her butt out toward his cock.

  “I ran,” she whispered. “But you caught me in the bedroom and stripped my clothes off… and then pinned me against the headboard.”

  Victor restrained himself from making a comment about how kinky she was and moved so that he was in position to take her from behind. He let his cock slide flat against her cunt, rubbing against her hot, wet pussy lips, and groped at her breasts with his hands.

  “Oh yeah,” he said. “I caught you, and then I decided to teach you a lesson.”

  He pulled back and then pushed forward, sliding the head of his cock an inch of so into her warm, wet opening. Angie bit her lip and arched her back like a cat in heat.

  “Oh yeah,” she moaned. “I mean, no! Please! I’m just an innocent, sexy housewife!”

  “I’m here to take what I want. Anything I want.” Victor felt himself getting surprisingly into the roleplay, and he brought his mouth in close to her ear to whisper “Including you.”

  Angie let out a horny, eager cry. Victor pushed forward, feeling her cunt accepting his cock into the hot, wet world of sexual bliss.

  It was hard for him to hold back, and Victor didn’t try to after the first few seconds. He slammed forward into her, letting his cock pump in and out of her cunt with eager, youthful horniness.

  She was a housewife. Victor had seen photos of her husband on the same table that he’d spotted the one of the victim on. And she was sexy, and horny, and a number of other things mixed together, all of which made for an exciting erotic encounter.

  “Oh God!” Angie let out screams at regular intervals. The bed creaked as Victor slammed into her, the lewd sounds of their bodies slapping together echoing off the walls.

  He groped at one of her breasts with one hand and pulled at her hair with the other. Angie was louder than any woman he’d been with before, and Victor wasn’t sure if that was just her style or if it had something to do with the scarlet aura.

  The scarlet aura. She’s doing all of this because of how turned on she is.

  As if sensing his moment of hesitation, Angie shifted. She pulled herself off his cock and then pushed him down flat on the bed, bringing her mouth down and sucking him with the energy of an eager vixen.

  “Oh… wow!” Victor stared at her as her head bobbed up and down. Her technique was different than Piper’s. It was more sensual, more clumsy, and somehow, that gave it a sexual power that was unlike anything he’d experienced before.

  “You told me I had to suck your cock,” whispered Angie. “You told me that I would be your slut from now on, your whore, and that you were going to make me go until you finished.”

  Victor pulled her mouth back down and stuck his cock deep enough in to make her gag. A primal, aggressive thrill went through him.

  “Yeah,” he said. “That’s right. You are my whore now.”

  Angie sucked for a few seconds longer, doing interesting little movements with her tongue and lips. Victor felt his animalistic side take over, and he flipped her down underneath him. He pushed into her missionary style and pumped a few more times, as hard as he could.

  Angie let out a cry of pleasure. It was a sexual onslaught. Victor was pummeling her cunt with his cock, and it felt amazing.

  He reached his limit and let out a growl as his cock exploded, blasting his load deep into the sweet little housewife. She was still treating it as a sexy roleplay, but Victor actually had broken in, and as he regained his composure, he remembered what he was there to do.

  “Uh, hey…” Victor was lying down on the bed, and Angie was resting her head on his chest in a manner that seemed a little too familiar. “I wanted to ask you something.”

  She giggled.

  “Anything.”

  Victor chewed his lip, trying to think of a smooth segue into his questions.

  “Like I said before, I’m a private investigator.” He met Angie’s eyes, and tried to keep his expression serious. “I’m looking for someone that might be related to you.”

  “My sister?” asked Angie. “Is that why you brought up the photo?”

  “Yes! Exactly. I just need to know anything you can tell me about her. Where does she work, who is she involved with, that kind of thing.”

  A wave of sadness flashed over Victor as he thought about how cruel what he was doing really was. If Angie’s sister really was their victim, she would never see her again. He found himself feeling furious with Kiara for the way she’d led him into the situation.

  “I should have figured as much…” Angie sighed and stood up from the bed. “Becca… used to run with a group of bad people.”

  “A gang?”

  Angie nodded.

  “When she dropped out of touch this time, I just assumed that her bad decisions finally caught up with her.”

  The police must not have identified the body yet, or maybe they are keeping it secret for some reason.

  “Can you give me some names?” asked Victor. “I need to follow up on this.”

  “I don’t know anything.” Angie shook her head. “It seemed like she was getting better for a while. She started going to church again, and it looked like she was getting her act together. I should have known.”

  Victor nodded.

  “Would her pastor know more? What church was she going to?”

  “The Undercliff Congregational Church,” said Angie. “In fact, she was volunteering there a lot. They might know something.”

  Victor nodded, and quickly began pulling his clothes on.

  “Thank you,” he said. “That helps a lot. If you think of anything else, please, get in touch with me. Here.”

  There was a pad of paper along with a pen on the nightstand, and Victor quickly scribbled down his number. Angie gave him a strange look, and he realized that the scarlet aura must be wearing off.

  “You… want me to call you if I remember…?” She smiled at him and looked slightly confused. “What… just happened?”

  “Don’t think too much about it,” he said. “Thanks!”

  He bolted outside with quick, somewhat ashamed steps.

  CHAPTER 10

  Kiara was waiting for him on the sidewalk, and Victor shot her a glare that could’ve stripped paint off a wall. She looked impatient, and barely noticed his irritation.

  “Well?” asked Kiara. “What did she tell you?”

  Victor shook his head and kept walking. He let his shoulder bang against hers as he went by in the supremely immature fashion usually reserved for overly aggressive men.

  “Hey! I’m asking you a question!”

  “Unbelievable…” Victor stopped mid step and whirled around. “You are so full of shit.”

  Kiara didn’t say anything, but it was clear enough from her expression that she was just as angry as he was and better at keeping it under control.
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br />   “You said before that using the onyx aura was wrong,” he said. “But it’s fine by you to use the scarlet aura to the same end?”

  “Do you know what’s going to happen if we don’t find whoever is committing these murders, Victor?” Kiara practically spat the words at him, and then cut her hand through the air as though slapping him from a distance. “More people will die if we don’t get this handled.”

  “That doesn’t make it right,” said Victor. “It’s not right. None of the mind influencing nano auras are.”

  Kiara stared at him for several long moments. Her expression softened slightly, and she shook her head, as though trying to clear it of frustrating thoughts.

  “A couple of years ago, before you ever arrived in Undercliff City, there was another aura binder. Other than me, I mean. A man by the name of Maurice. He’d been specifically chosen to be a test subject for the project.”

  “What does this have to do with anything?” asked Victor.

  “Maurice was perfectly healthy, mentally stable, and an upstanding member of the community.” Kiara turned her lips up into a bitter smile. “He, like you, gained use over his scarlet aura and his onyx aura first.”

  She stared at Victor, and he felt a suspicion of what she was about to say wave over him.

  “They didn’t keep a close enough eye on him, and he went wild,” said Kiara. “The first thing he started using his abilities to do was to rape women.”

  “That’s… terrible.” Victor looked down at the sidewalk and blinked.

  That was essentially the first thing I did, albeit unintentionally. My scarlet aura was out of control.

  “When the police showed up to investigate him, he took control of their minds using the onyx aura and started killing. Anyone who went after him was just… gunned down.”

  “And then you stopped him?” asked Victor. Kiara shook her head.

  “No. The SWAT team did. Several dozen people had disappeared by then. Not all of them were traced back to him, but he was a mass murderer, even only counting the cops he killed and the bodies that were found in his apartment.”

  “Jesus…” Victor ran a hand through his hair.