The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

Tristan Caine was toast. But he was one smooth toast.

"No one else gets to kill you, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly. "The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine."

I know you said you didn't want to work with him, so if you'd like you can stay there for tonight. I won't be home and it will be empty." She saw Tristan Caine stop on the stairs before she could speak, his entire body tensing as he turned to face Dante, his eyes cool. "She stays here," he growled. Growled.

He had made her feel a little less lonely.

Tristan Caine: He barely raised a finger at the dick pawing you. He won't kill me for staring.

Nobody seeing him would believe he was standing in a restroom, buried balls deep inside her, getting harder by the moment.

Tristan Caine: Apparently, you're not out of my system, Ms. Vitalio.

"Who did this?"

WHO DID THISSSSS HEHEHE

Tristan Caine terrified her, but it wasn't because of the death he was bringing her slowly, the death he would bring her one day, the death he raised in her. No. It was the life.

“Did you feel me inside you the next day?”