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“We talked about this; I don’t care for something as simple or basic as fear. I need terror.”
“Is there a difference?”
“You know the answer to that.”
I attempted to lean away. He released my chin and easily maneuvered us so that I was caught between his solid body and the sink. The heat wafting off him intermingled with the cool drops of water now lightly misting the backs of my arms.
I could have fought him. Easily. I didn’t necessarily want to. He hadn’t done anything more than slightly surprise me and nourish a few more seeds of curiosity. If he’d been expecting a livelier reaction, he had to be disappointed. Whatever his intention was, he made it hard to resist him.
“I think you’ve proved your point,” I murmured, breathing him in.
“I haven’t even gotten started yet.”
“And you won’t.”
He grasped my jaw firmly. “Then I suggest you tell me to stop.”
His mouth claimed mine—roughly. Lips soft as velvet were a stark contrast to the way he took all the control I hadn’t been ready to give. He stole the access he wanted, wasting no time wrapping my tongue with his.
The hand imprisoning my jaw disappeared beneath my hair and slid to the back of my neck, gripping me so hard I knew I’d be bruised.
The feel of his fingertips was like acid on my skin. Slight pain had a small whimper of pleasure bubbling in my chest.
I smothered it, matching the intensity of his kiss. Our bodies seemed to mold together. The impressively large bulge in his jeans pressed exactly where I wanted him.
His free hand found its way to my ass, grabbing a handful. He nipped me, his mouth curling into a smile when I shuddered.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he implored softly, mouth reclaiming mine before I had the chance to respond. He kissed me deeper, making sure I felt exactly what he could to me with something so innocent as the meeting of our lips.
I skimmed my arms over his shirt, feeling every solid ridge beneath it as my palms found their way to his shoulders. His teeth sunk into my lower lip, biting until tears filled my eyes and a low mewl slipped out.
I didn’t tell him to stop—I wouldn’t.
He pulled away on his own accord.
“I’ve got your number, puppet. I know exactly what to do with you, how I’m going to do it, and when.”
Even in the dark, I could see the promise blazing in the blues of his eyes.
I wasn’t afraid of him. If this was the start of his psycho showing, I wanted to expose every inch of it. I beckoned for it to come out and play, knowing I shouldn’t. This had always been my double-edged affliction. I wished for normal but craved the unstable, wanted the filthy and depraved.
If he had it in him, I would find a way to tear it out and consume every morsel to sate my own carnal desires. As if he could see every sordid thought swimming through my head, the next words that came from his mouth were what finally threw me into a realm of uncertainty.
“When you said you didn’t know how people could do something like this, I never answered,” he softly expressed, lips hovering in front of mine. “We’re all full of hellish intent, demons wrapped in pretty packages. The more beautiful someone is, the more vicious those demons tend to be.”
He ran his hands up my back, pressing me further against him. “Show me yours and I’ll show you mine, then I’ll make you come harder than you’ve ever come before.” He kissed me again, nipping me one last time before finally stepping away.
I dragged air into my lungs, consequently breathing him in once more. “Are you the reason I’m in here?”
“In case you failed to notice, puppet, I’m stuck in here too.”
I swallowed, straightening my spine to gain some of my control back. The ache between my legs had my pussy clenching, my skin flushed with heat.
I ignored it as best I could, watching him walk towards the bathroom door.
Something about this, about us. About him. It all rang familiar, but my mind refused to recall the memory.
“Who are you?” I asked before he could pull open the door.
Pausing for the briefest moment, he answered. “I’m the reason you’re going to make it through this part alive.”
He stepped into the hall and pulled the door all the way shut behind him. I lifted two fingers to my mouth, probing where he’d made me bleed.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I shut off the sink and returned to the hall, wiping excess water off my face.
Purposely not looking out into the main room, I returned to the bedroom, making sure to keep what had just occurred from registering on my face even as my body burned. Mel was waking when I stepped in.
