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I swear if one more person asks me how I feel, I'm going to go insane — if I'm not already there.
"What did you do?" "Seriously? Are you allowed to just ask that?" I ask. Siobhan shrugs. "I don't give a shit whether you tell me or not. Just curious." "Curiosity killed the cat," I murmur. She nods. "Well?" "Lucky you're not a cat then." Her eyes flare up slightly as Vivian sighs, grabbing Siobhan's arm and pulling her to the side.
"There are other avenues, but I see your point. Does your menstrual cycle give you any grief?" "Besides the fact I bleed from my cunt? Not really. I cramp like every other unlucky girl."
"I'm just escorting her, gentlemen. Sheesh," Grey groans. "I'm fine," I snap quietly, pulling my arm away from him. "Don't touch me." He feigns looking hurt, his stormy eyes dancing with controlled emotion. "I'm hurt, little killer." "Don't call me that," I growl, my voice louder this time.
"Ooh, girl. He's trouble. A fat no." "Everyone here is trouble," I mutter, embarrassed that he's caught me.
"Ooft!" I groan, stumbling back. It's unexpected but frankly, I think I might be fucking in love with her.
He's not as forgiving as I am. And I'd hate to have to explain to him that I'm claiming her.
There's a fucking finger in a rose on my fucking desk. I'm not sure what's worse — the fact that there's an amputated finger or the fact that someone has put it here in the fifteen minutes I've been gone for my shower.
It's me. I'm the problem.
'Meet me after dark. I'll collect you. Bring an open mind, little killer.'
"I need to hear you say it, little killer. Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me to touch you like no one else has before." "I need you," she breathes out. "Please."
"Oh, God," she mutters breathlessly. "Fuck. Oh, God." "I'm your God now, little killer. And I'm your fucking Devil too."
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.
"If you hurt him, Avery, I promise you, you'll be begging for mercy. I'll fucking destroy you, in ways you can't even imagine in your worst nightmares. Do you understand? And stop playing with that disgusting thing. It's practically black?" I growl, smacking her hand gently away from the bandage. Avery's eyes widen in alarm, panic crossing her features as she takes a step back. "I won't…" "Good," I say happily. "Then we won't have a problem. Enjoy the rest of your day."
"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."
"You can either walk or I'm throwing you over my shoulder," he threatens coolly. "Fine," I grumble, kicking off from the wall and pushing myself into him.
God. I have some balls on me today. Who knew that having someone balls deep in you would make you grow your own?
"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."
