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“You are too,” he says.
I lift my head and look at him.
He’s just a silhouette in the dark.
“What do you mean by that? Do you know something about me?”
“Fuck, Jaci, the paranoia is getting old,” he growls. “You’re a killer too. It’s in your blood. You’re anHeir. It’s part of the life. If you were told to kill someone, you would do it. You may not believe it, but trust me…”
“Were you told to kill me?” I ask. “And don’t answer my question with a question, Archer. Tell the truth.”
“No,” he says.
“No?” I ask right back.
“No, Jaci, I wasn’t told to kill you. I made that decision myself. To make sure the death of my uncle doesn’t just fade away. To make sure everyone knows you do not fuck around with my family.”
“Oh, I get it now. I know your game.”
“My game?”
“Yeah,” I say. “You’re playing the whole thing up between you and me. Threatening to kill me yet you’re attracted to me. You have feelings for me. Or at least you say you do. You’re building yourself up, Archer. Making a name for yourself. You’re going to be the one in your family who killed someone theyloved.Right? Just so you can show off. Is that who you are, Archer? You’re a big fucking show off. Did your mother and father not love you enough, huh? What about siblings? Do you have any?”
“Stop talking right now, Jaci,” Archer warns.
“Fuck you,” I say. I feel invincible for many reasons. Most of it is anger. A little is thezaza. “You can’t make me shut up right now, Archer. I figured out your game. Use me. Fuck me. Then kill me. Create a bigger story for yourself. I can’t believe you would-”
The entire bed feels like it moves.
In one swift and violent motion, Archer throws himself up and around, landing on top of me.
More so than that, I feel his knife stab the pillow my head is on.
I haven’t just poked the bear now. I’ve woken him up from a slumber and he’s hungry.
Archer’s weight crushes my body.
I feel his breath on my face.
His right hand just barely touches my face.
The knife is deep in my pillow.
“That wasn’t a mistake,” he whispers.
“Are you angry because I’m right?”
“What do you feel when I do this, Jaci?” Archer asks.
His mouth crashes down to mine.
He kisses me hard. Faster. His tongue flirting with my lips, then moving around the inside of my mouth.
He releases his hold on the knife and forces his hand between our bodies.
He lifts himself a little, leaving just enough room so his hand can slide down the front of my pants.
There’s no sweet and soft touching. No gentle caressing and foreplay.
