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Sometimes you need to cut ties with people… And sometimes those ties are arteries.
Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.
I was already a mess and no matter where I ended up, I was still going to be a mess.
Avery stares up at me, her stormy eyes jolty as she contemplates her next move. She's always so timid and frightened, and honestly, it makes my little black heart hurt a little. Who would be afraid of little old me?
I lean over, locking eyes with her. And just when I think I have her all figured out, the feisty little thing kicks me square in the gut. "Ooft!" I groan, stumbling back. It's unexpected but frankly, I think I might be fucking in love with her.
Inside of the rose is a severed finger – the skin a pale color as blood dribbles on to my desk. There's a fucking finger in a rose on my fucking desk.
Unless they are doing it as some type of sinister plot against Avery. In which case, they are going to have some problems. It's me. I'm the problem.
Of course he's insane. He's more than insane — he's fucking unhinged.
'Meet me after dark. I'll collect you. Bring an open mind, little killer.'
It's a weird change — usually the library is as dead as my father.
"No, thank you," Grey grins. "You taste sweet like trouble and danger." Sitting back, I look away shyly. "It's the strawberries." "Hm," he agrees. "Come on, let's get you some more food. We need to satisfy that appetite."
Damon is right, she's pulling me in so quickly. But I want to fall, I want to drown in everything about her. I don't care if it kills me. It would be the ending of all endings — a fitting demise for somebody like me.
"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."
I don't think she realizes it, but she lets out this little shaky breath followed by a tiny, almost inaudible moan that gets caught in her throat. And it's at this moment, I realize I'm never letting her go. Now that I've tasted her and heard the sounds she makes when her world falls apart in the best way, she's mine. Avery is fucking mine.
"You're going to be the death of me, Avery," he mutters, leaning down to kiss me. "And I can't fucking wait."
"You've got to relax, baby girl. Because when I finally claim you with my cock, you're going to take all of me."
"Your body is my territory, my sweet victory. Together, we'll rule the unhinged, little killer."
Maybe she's not a fallen angel after all, because she's tempting me like a snake with an apple.
"Baby girl, stop," he groans, grabbing me. "I didn't call you that because I thought you were a murderer when we met. I called you that because I knew you would be the death of me. But it's a sweet death, one that I welcome."
Nothing could ever taint his perfection, everything about him just screams to me.
