Page 233 of Fatality

For now.

The silence stretches. It feels like hours, but it's only a few minutes before his voice finally breaks it, deadly calm.

“I see.” He turns only his head to look at me. “So, it's that dirty.”

He's terrifying like this. His hair is covering his eyes, so only the glow of his eyes is visible.

The sight of him this calm is far more terrifying than if he were screaming.

I take a step back, putting some distance between us—even if it's useless.

“And you need me.”

I nod slowly.

“Okay.” He pauses and straightens up, his bare chest rising to its full height.

“Then let's find out who fucked with your brother.”

He takes one step.

Then another.

Until he's looming over me. His finger hooks beneath my chin and tilts my head up.

“In exchange, you don’t let me go back in the silence. You belong to me.”

CHAPTER 50

Evren

Feel - Beneld

The garage feels heavy, almost silent except for the sounds of the mechanics working on the cars and bikes.

I keep remembering that night at her studio.

I came for my shipment and I got it.

And I wasn't going to go back to my apartment without her.

But I didn't expect her to be such an active participant.

I denied her, thinking I'd control the entire exchange, but the fucking troublemaker denied me too.

She really is one.

She felt like nirvana.

The fact that she didn't fully submit, even as I fucked her senseless and still managed to tell me, fuck you too, at the end?

She's something else.

I finally got her, and I should feel bored, like I always do with women.

But I don't. I can't get her out of my head, even after having her.

Maybe I need to see a therapist.