Jack rather hated the word fuck, or 'dirty talk' in general, but he was too busy ripping into her throat to say anything to it. Nimble fingers slid underneath her panties around the leg holes and pressed up into her. He loved the sight of a woman covered in blood. Briefly the thought that had he been in his own house, in the morgue, then he could have had her completely naked drenched in blood by now. The initial plan had not been to lead straight into sex, but his hunger had lead him there quickly and to see her again brought back memories of their encounters over the years.
Jack was ready to ignore the waiter, but he leaned back when she called the boy over. His fingers continued to tease even as the boy got up and did as he was told, shaking the whole time. The fear was as intoxicating as the blood itself. "Kill him."