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My arm snaked around her hip.

Lower.

Through the soft, trimmed hair to the sopping mess between her thighs.

My laughter filled the basement. Uncontrollable.

Detached from the reality my mother had made me believe.

I thought of her rotting corpse and the needle I’d slid into her navel. The induced heart attack. Her final gasps. Hatred and fear blazing in her eyes to the last.

This was us. To the wider world, we would only ever be monsters.

Together, we wouldn’t become whole—but we would be seen by one another, and that was a validation I hadn’t known I needed.

Chapter 27

Anne

The rope grew taut, digging into my wrists. I’d never given foot strength a thought until now. I’d seen the change in his eyes—his anger leading to his version of punishment. It probably wasn’t the right time to tell him that his dominance turned me the fuck on. Pain had always grounded me. It kept my mind from splitting into shreds.

He moved around me toward the trolley, but I didn’t hear him lift anything from the metal surface. His hands found my buttocks, massaging in slow circles before pulling them apart.

“Are you ready for the monster?” he hummed close to my ear.

I released a slow, steady breath, only to inhale sharply again. My breathing turned ragged. Anticipation—for a cut or a fuck, I didn’t know which I needed more.

“You know I am,” I panted.

His response was instant. The warmth of his hand curled around my hip, over my belly, and dipped lower. I let myself sag against the hook holding me up just as his fingers reached my pussy, growing sodden and slippery as they rubbed me hard.

I was lost in the sensation when his laughter erupted, deep within his chest. A laugh I recognised. Maniacal. The way I felt before a kill.

Hot lips grazed my neck, and his other hand traced along my hip, snaking around my ribs until he palmed my breast. Theurgency in his touch, his laboured breath working up my cheek, made me shudder. The soft cotton of his shirt pressed against my back.

All this while he had a man stuffed in his boot for paying me a little too much attention. This was the kind of madness I could live with. I felt myself trickle over his fingers.

“Look at her,” he rasped, tugging on my nipple.

I’d forgotten all about Eva.

“This is how they see us,” he murmured, licking his way back down my neck.

Fear, disgust and hatred.

Eva’s muddy eyes stared at us, and anger rose in my chest. She shuffled back, but for whatever reason she couldn’t look away. Probably so she could see her attack coming.

His lips pressed against the back of my shoulder blade before he stepped away, taking his warmth with him. I twisted my head around to watch him tug off his bow tie and fold it into his pocket.

I rolled my eyes. Such a control freak.

He started on the buttons of his pristine shirt. I shuffled on the tips of my toes, but it only relieved the ache for a few seconds. He didn’t even remove his trousers—just unzipped and pulled that huge cock free.

My breath hitched as he pumped himself. Up and down. Hard. Precum glistened at the tip.

“Ethan,” I groaned, closing my eyes and facing forward again before I pulled a muscle.

Filthy teasing fucker. He knew exactly what he did to me.