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.

"Besides the fact I bleed from my cunt? Not really. I cramp like every other unlucky girl."

'you'll never amount to anything. No one will want you. So, you should thank your lucky stars you have me.'

here. I should feel regret — but I feel nothing. I don't give a shit that my father is dead, even if it was by my hands. He got what was coming to him.

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

My girl likes a little praise.

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

"Do I scare you, Avery?"

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

"It's only the first question, little killer. Calm down. I like to build my way up to things… take my time."

"My father slit my throat during one of his schizophrenic hallucinations. He thought I was the man my mother left him for."

Of course he's insane. He's more than insane — he's fucking unhinged.

I've never let anyone get close to seeing that side of me. I promised myself no one ever would. And I've just done the one thing I knew could break me.

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

usually the library is as dead as my father.

"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."

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

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."

"What did he do?" I ask. Grey laughs. "He stabbed his rapist." My mouth and eyes open in horror. "That seems justified though.

"Oh, I'm full of trouble, little killer. The best kind."

"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?

I manage a small smile, relaxing slightly. "People don't seem to like me very much." "So fucking what?" Theo mutters, piercing his skin with the needle and ink. "Just ignore them." "How?" He pulls an annoyed expression. "I don't know. Just do it."

"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."

But what is normal anyway? It's just a setting on a washing machine.

Though, she's wrong to trust me. She should be afraid of me — terrified of what I can do.

I kiss her.

"I need you to fuck me, Theo. Please."

YESSSSSSSSSSS

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."

I let out a small gasp when he grabs my underwear, ripping them clean from my body. He smiles deliciously at me as he shoves them into his pocket, like they are his own personal trophy.

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