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Everybody’s gotta have a hobby, even if it is hunting the most wretched pieces of shit on the planet in a blood sport competition, and I intend to maintain my run as champion of the Annual August Showdown.
The worst things in the world are always other people, and I love hunting the kind of killer who disguises themselves in a myth.
“I can see that dimple, love. I know you’re up to no good,”
But the truth is, until Rowan came along, I wasn’t really living my life. I was hiding in it. And I felt alone.
“And you deserve it.” I smile. “What, to win?” “No.” He tightens his grip around my waist. Presses a kiss to my neck. “You deserve everything.”
“my adorably murdery wife will suck the eyeball from your face with an industrial-size vacuum in your sleep if you won’t stick to the deal.”
“I thought you’d said you’d take a raccoon to the face for me. And I’m not even putting her in your face. It’s chest-level raccooning.”
“You’re adorable when you’re angry,” Rowan calls after us. “Get fucked, Butcher.” “Love you, too, Peaches.”
I do find a tub of Tillamook Cookies & Cream ice cream, however, and snap a photo on my burner phone to send to Rowan. Ahh, memories. Do you think this was milked fresh? I can check the label if you want. 37 Are you intending to win this year’s game by making me sick to my stomach? Because it’s working.
“Ta-da, motherfucker!”
Rowan chuckles. “No, love.” He drops an arm across my shoulders, and I lean into his warmth as he presses a kiss to the crown of my head. “That they’ll marvel at the Orb Weaver. My goddess of chaos.”
“Just take it like a good boy.” The change in Rowan is instantaneous. From wary interest to absolute hunger. From man to ravenous beast. I shriek as he grabs my waist and drags me to the center of the bed in a single swift tug. And then he’s looming over me, devouring every laugh that tumbles from my lips. “Like a good boy, love?” he says as he drags my sleep shorts down my legs and tosses them to the floor. I can barely cage my moan as he spreads my thighs and prowls toward my pussy. “When have I ever fucked you like a good boy?”
With one last kiss, we fall asleep, two monsters wrapped in each other’s arms. Right where we’ve always belonged.
