Under Your Scars (Under Your Scars, #1)

by Ariel N. Anderson

I run my fingers through my hair and look down at myself and cringe. I had forgotten I had his blood all over my clothes and I’m suddenly itching to take a shower. I’m not stupid enough to put myself in that kind of position though. Naked with a serial killer on the other side of the door? No thanks.

My throat goes dry, and I lean away from him again. Panic rises in my chest. He reaches for my hand, and I snatch it away. Our eyes meet and the tension between us cracks. He pounces on me and when he pins me down to the bed, my chest heaves and I whimper in fear, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.

“It means that I’m going to make you want me as bad as I want you. I’m going to make you fantasize about how it feels to have my fingers in your greedy little cunt. I’m going to make you beg for my tongue against your clit. I’m going to make you so wet and needy for me that you’ll do anything to get me to relieve that hot, achy feeling inside you. Once you admit you want me, that’s when I’ll show my appreciation. With every part of me. On every part of you.”

I’d be lost without you by my side.

“It’s in case you ever need help,” he explains. I lift the chain to examine it. “The charm attached is a silent panic alarm. You turn it on by clicking it five times. You’ll feel it vibrate, and it will send me an alert with your exact location. If you press it, I’ll come. No matter what.”

“I don’t want to kill you, angel. I want to keep you all to myself. You’d better take off those rose-colored glasses and accept that the only place you belong is in my black heart.”

“My angel told me that Valenti made her work naked, and you assholes touched her all night. That was a big fucking mistake on your part. Elena is mine. Mine to scare. Mine to chase. Mine to touch.”

Eight. I’ve given him eight souls since September sixth.

It should have only been one. It should have only been me.

“Mr. Reeves thinks you’re pretty too, ‘cause he won’t stop looking at you.”