My mouth fell open as my heart sank. No, that couldn’t be. Was he really saying no after all this time of begging me to say yes?
“I’m bad at counting,” I said, rolling back onto the pillows. “Has it really been that many?”
“Unfortunately. Which was your favorite?” He grinned and bent down, placing a tender kiss on my lips.
I kissed him back, raising my hands to his cheeks to hold him there.
“ThePsychohouse is definitely a top contender, but I think...”
My mind went blank. All cleverness left my brain, and I stopped kissing him, pushing him back to look him in the eyes. Quick flashes of the moments we’d had together on this journey flooded my memories—so many hot moments—but there was more to our little affair than that.
Sure, the sex was fun, but what about the inside jokes, the dogs, movie nights, popcorn with M&M’s, and working together? This had been more than just some cathartic journey of revenge for me. I hadn’t just found peace. I’d found Skye, Bryce, Cujo, Precious, and…Sebastian.
“I want to stay.”
“What?” He inhaled, sitting up slightly as his eyes widened.
I nodded. “I’m going to stay. I want you, and Cujo, and Precious, and your red pool, and I want to be your Final Girl and—”
“Groovy.” He cut me off with a deep kiss that said more than any words ever could.
Careful not to touch my bullet wound, he rolled onto me, pressing his cock against me, showing me the strength of his desire, his love. I shifted my hips to make us comfortable.
“So, this doesn’t count as extra, right?” he asked, tugging his boxers down and assisting me out of my shirt.
“Beep beep, Ritchie,” I teased.
He shut his mouth quickly, and as we made love, truly made love for the first time since that first time so long ago, I knew that this was it. I was in too deep, and he’d won. The Psycho Killer had made me his Final Girl, and I wouldn’t change a single fucking thing about it. My heart, mind, and soul were finally at peace.
We came together, and afterward, we lay tangled in each other’s arms. I didn’t want to pull away. I could live like this forever, and with that thought, I shifted to face him. I licked my lips, suddenly scared in a whole new way. My heart was in my throat as I stared up at the man I hoped to never part from ever again. Then I spoke the words he’d been waiting for.
“I was watchingThe Exorcist...” I started, my gaze holding firm with his.
A slow grin spread over his face as he replied.
“It got me thinking of you.”
THE END
Epilogue
Sebastian
The Bonus Content
One Year Later
“Evie! Body Count Bimbo! Over here!”
I fought an outward reaction as paparazzi called for Evie instead of me—on the red carpet. We’d been invited to an award ceremony for the film I’d been the star of for most of my life. I smiled and urged my Final Girl over to them, joining her a step behind.
Evie was stunning in a sparkly off-white gown. Her hair and makeup had been styled to resemble a starlet from the Golden Age of Hollywood, which felt fitting for a woman as amazing as she was. Her tattoos, piercings, and stretched ears were a stark contrast from her styled look, which made her a complete bombshell in my eyes.
“I don’t really go by that name anymore,” she told them. “I’ve since retired the channel and turned the brand into a makeup line.”
They asked a few polite questions about the career shift, but they weren’t all that interested. They never were about the things that mattered. They just wanted gossip.
“How excited are you about the nomination for Best Breakout Actress forSimon Says Six?”
