Unhinged (Dance With My Demons, #1)

by Steph Macca

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

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

"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.

Because if I'm being honest, Avery, I'm addicted to you. And I have no intention of stopping. If that's okay with you, of course."

"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."

Except, I don't know who I am. I just had sex with Theo in a fucking morgue.

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."