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.

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.

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

"I bet you're a really, really … good girl."

There it is I think to myself, smirking. My girl likes a little praise.

Damon will no doubt be wondering where I am. It's best not to mention this to him — any part of it.

He's not as forgiving as I am. And I'd hate to have to explain to him that I'm claiming her.

"Problems never just go away," Theo says matter-of-factly. "People take care of problems."

"Yeah," I agree, glancing briefly over at Grey. "They do."

"Sometimes the best way to deal with problems is to cut them off."

'Meet me after dark. I'll collect you. Bring an open mind, little killer.'

"Are they still alive?"

"I don't know," I whisper. "Probably."

"Well, I can guarantee no one here will ever touch you like that. I'll make sure of it. In fact, it's one of Damon's rules. We ...

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

"Are you going to kill me or not?

"You think I'm going to kill you?"

"Oh, no. You've got it all wrong. You'll be seeing Heaven, but not like that."

"Fuck,"

love listening to you come."

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

"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."

I'm a monster compared to her. If you put us side by side, she's a fallen angel and I'm the monster lurking in the shadows.

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.

"This wasn't us, little killer."

"Don't call me that."

"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."

"Listen to me,"

"You were just trying to escape. No one can blame you for that. But I promise you, no one will ever hurt you again. Not as long as I'm living and breathing. You'll never have to feel the need to escape like that again."