Unhinged (Dance With My Demons, #1)

by Steph Macca

What a good fucking girl you are. Spread these pages while you spread your legs. Let all the unhinged, depraved darkness out.

Many people see me as the villain. And to that I say… then I'll be the fucking villain.

I swear if one more person asks me how I feel, I'm going to go insane — if I'm not already there.

When we say jump, you say…" "Off a bridge?" I murmur, sarcastically. I expect some snide remark, but Damon just laughs. "Exactly.

You could be blind and deaf, and still feel that presence from him.

It's unexpected but frankly, I think I might be fucking in love with her.

Who was in your room?" Grey asks. I stomp my foot, annoyed. "You!" "Me?" he repeats, pointing to his chest, laughing. "If I was coming for a visit, it would be to see you. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not really the subtle type."

"Eh, chopping off limbs isn't really Damon's forte," Grey shrugs, unfazed at my shove. "He's more of a 'break you mentally' type of guy.

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.

I have no idea if Grey is going to be true to his word and help me, but he's growing on me. Like a poisonous weed… but growing.

"I'll go," I mutter quickly, reaching for my tray. "Stay."

"Are you insane?" Theo looks at me, all seriousness on his face. "Yes." Of course he's insane. He's more than insane — he's fucking unhinged.

behind her I can finally see the glory hole in all its… glory.

"You taste sweet like trouble and danger." Sitting back, I look away shyly. "It's the strawberries." "Hm," he agrees.

Obviously I'm anxious. If you looked up the word in the dictionary, there's probably a picture of me next to the meaning.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

There's something powerful about lurking in the dark. A predator seeking out prey, in the shadows of the night.

But the devil on her shoulder isn't as strong as the one between her legs.

"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."

"How did you come to be Damon's right hand man?" He laughs, fingers pausing for a brief second. "I annoyed him with my presence when I arrived. Eventually, he grew to love me. I'm pretty lovable."

"You've probably got some nerve damage," he says. "For the best really. You're a fucking cry baby." I grumble, annoyed. "Normal people don't like pain, Theo. And for the record, I have a really good pain tolerance level." Theo raises an eyebrow at me. "Cry baby."

"You think I'm going to kill you?" he asks, wiping an imaginary tear away. "Aren't you?" I mutter. "Why else would you be here with that thing?" I let out a little yelp as Grey pushes me back into the shelves, caging me in. "Oh, no. You've got it all wrong. You'll be seeing Heaven, but not like that."

"You taste like heaven and hell all in one," he muses,

"You're going to be the death of me, Avery," he mutters, leaning down to kiss me. "And I can't fucking wait."

And even though it's downright insane, I realize that I don't fucking care.

He doesn't appear to go out of his way to attack people unless they piss him off. I can respect that.

There's no point sugar coating it — I'm not a donut here to please anyone.

She's a fucking force of nature, begging to be let free.

"Take control," I direct her. "It's all yours."

I knew I wanted to take her, but told myself she was too good, too pure for me. But here I am, balls deep inside of her, wondering how someone like me got so lucky.

God. I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?

Grey bounces behind me, obviously buzzing from the post-nutting bliss.

This is why I don't let people in. Dr. Smith told me to do it, to stop being scared that people might leave me. But this is why. Grey has left me. And it's all my fault.

I should have just died that night as planned. I would have been happier, free.

I'm trying to turn all my emotions off, focusing only on the anger. It's easier to handle,