She chokes, her throat spasming against my palm as she coughs from how deep I’ve buried myself. It’s not enough. I want to go deeper, leave my mark so thoroughly on her that she can’t tell where she ends and I begin. I want to lay my claim with ink beneath her skin so that she never again questions who she belongs to.
My hips smack hers as I fuck her, forcing pleasure from her with each brutal thrust until she shatters around me and I spill my seed so deep inside her she’ll never be rid of me.
I stay buried in her cunt, one hand secured around her neck. “I won’t let you run from me,” I warn, my voice dark as night.
Tears flow down Hazel’s face, her cheeks flushed. She twists her fingers through my hair and holds me to her, our lips a whisper apart. “I’m not running,” she says. “I’m going home. To my life without serial killers and secret societies.”
“Withoutme,” I growl.
Hazel cries, her breath hot against my chilled face. “I love you, Flynn, but I have to go.”
My heart stops beating. Pain, deep and violent, hits my gut. I want to throw Hazel over my shoulder and lock her away until she changes her mind, until she realizes that this, thatwe, are something worth fighting for.
The tiniest flicker of guilt grates at my mind. I’ve spent the last four years killing monsters. It’s not fair of me to ask her to love one. Except I’ve never really cared about fair.
I tighten my hold on her neck, her pulse fluttering under my fingers. “You don’t get to do this, Lilac.”
Flynny. Hope’s voice is sharp in my head and I loosen my grip. The tattoo I got for her rests between my thumb andforefinger, a skull and roses flush against Hazel’s neck.You have to let her go. If you love her, you have to let her go.
I stumble back, tucking myself away. My gaze staggers on Hazel’s tear tracked face. I don’t want to be the reason she cries.
“Go,” I growl. “If this is what you want, go.”
Hazel looks at me, her eyes glistening. “It’s not what I want.”
Maybe not, but it’s what she needs. I look away. “Go,” I say again. “Before I change my mind.”
Hazel’s clothes rustle, then she brushes past me and crosses the room to the front door. I don’t look at her until her back is turned then I watch as she opens the door I can’t follow her through and leaves.
The pressure in my head slams back into me and I want to scream.
Lachlan comes back into the room and walks up beside me. “Are you okay?”
I turn around and punch him in the face.
30
DMW
Hazel
“He’s a bastard. A murdering bastard,”Wright declares.
In this edition of best friend’s lying through their teeth as they shit-talk your ex…
I look down from where I’m balanced on my bedside table, waving Livi’s scanner over the corner of the ceiling. “You liked him.”
Wright shrugs. “Yeah, well if you’d have told me he planted cameras all over your house, I might have liked him a little less.”
Olivia, who’s sat cross-legged on my bed, looks up from her laptop and signs,“He also bought her a top-of-the-line alarm system.”
Wright crosses her arms. “Rule number one Livi—we hate the ex-boyfriend.”
That’s the thing though, I don’t hate Flynn, not even a little bit.
I step down off the bedside table and drop Livi’s scanner on the bed. It lands next to Teddy Bundy. A deep pain buries itself just under my ribs and I pick up the teddy. Wright continues talking with Livi, but I walk out of the room, my feet taking me on autopilot to my old bedroom.
I climb onto my twin bed and curl up on my side, burying the serial killer teddy against my chest. He smells of Flynn and the sob roils up from my stomach.
