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Still, hearing that she hated me riled me up even further, to the point where I couldn’t think straight. I gripped her shoulders and slammed her back against the tree, not overly hard, but rough enough to get her to part her lips and groan.
“If you think I hate Gareth enough to try to frame him for a triple homicide,” I whispered, leaning my face down to hers as I brought both hands to her neck, curling them around it until the entirety of her neck sat snugly between my hands, “what do you think I’ll do to you?”
Brianna didn’t say anything to that. Her neck was so slender, so soft… so very breakable. She had to realize I could choke her out within seconds. She had to know she toyed with a monster here, and after so many taunts, it was only karma when the monster fought back.
“It’s been years,” I whispered, squeezing her neck just enough to make her gasp, “years, Brianna. If you think I’d murder three innocent people to get at Gareth, take a moment and think about all the things I’d do to you.”
She breathed heavily, and every time she exhaled, I could feel her breath blooming across my face. Our noses touched; we were so very close. It was impossible to fight the way her squirming body ignited the hunger deep inside me.
“I could kill you, leave your body here and walk away. I could strangle you, throw you over my shoulder, and drop you in the river. Do you know how long it’d take for someone to find your body? Do you want to find out?” Brianna was silent, but I wasn’t done yet. “I could take you somewhere where no one would find you, tie you up and starve you. I could torture you for days until your body gave out, tape it all and save it for Gareth. Is that what you want, hmm? If I’m just like them, then that’s what I should do to you—”
A smile spread on her face, and then she laughed. “I’m not sure if you’re trying to convince me you’re not like them, or if you’re trying to tell yourself that. Think back to everything you just said. Fucking look at us. Any normal person wouldn’t be in this position, with his hands around a girl’s neck. Any normal person wouldn’t eventhinkthose thoughts.” The smile faded, and she bared her teeth at me, refusing to back down, feisty and defiant to the extreme. “So, yeah, I think you’re just like them.”
I was breathing hard now, my shoulders rising and falling with every breath I took. Parts of me had started to grow hot, lower parts of me coming to life. My hands still clung to her neck, but they’d loosened considerably. I couldn’t kill her.
“Then why did you come to me?” I asked again in a bare whisper. As much as I hated to admit it, I could see why Gareth liked her so much. She wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself, even if she was backed into a corner. She had a fire within her, a fire that seemed to draw in the darkness and all the beasts hiding in its shadows.
Brianna’s eyes looked black in the shadows, though their color was more of a dark gray than anything else. Her full lips parted, and she breathed out my answer, “Why do you think?” Admitting nothing, but telling me what I wanted to hear all the same. The look she gave me told me she was anything but scared, and I’d bet my life it was the same look she gave Gareth when he was being an entitled, murderous prick.
She liked it. The danger, the excitement, the sheer depravity and darkness. Brianna Dent was no normal girl; she craved what she shouldn’t, wanted to inhale the scent of toxic fumes and inject her veins with the blood of the beast. She got off playing with fire, and she wasn’t afraid to get burned.
I was just like them, like Gareth and Alistair, with dark, vengeful tendencies and a penchant for obsessions. I took matters into my own hands when I shouldn’t and never feared the consequences.
And she liked it.
We both breathed heavily, like we couldn’t get enough air in our lungs. We stared at each other, neither of us saying another word, the battle of wills ensuing. I could see the conflict in those eyes now; she wanted more than anything to hate me, to hate the Montgomery family and what they stood for, everything they did, but she didn’t. She couldn’t. She’d somehow gotten addicted to the darkness.
Maybe she’d spent her whole life waiting for someone, for something, to make her feel alive.
Right then she wasn’t Brianna Dent, new stepdaughter of Alistair Montgomery and new stepsister to Gareth Montgomery. She was simply a girl staring into the eyes of a man she knew was a killer, unblinking, welcoming and enticing his darkness into her.
All the reasons I should pull away suddenly made no sense to me, and I couldn’t stop what happened next. It was like a bomb had gone off, and we were both pressed for time. With my hands still around her neck, I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her hard and fast, tasting those lips on mine once more in a way I never had before.
She knew the truth, the whole truth. Why Alistair had told her was beyond me, but I didn’t care. Right now, all I cared about was feeling the softness of her lips on mine, swallowing up the moans that left her when my bottom half put more pressure on her. It was like I had a one-track mind, a singular goal I’d do anything to reach. All I wanted was her.
And, ironically, all I shouldn’t want was her. A confusing thing, something I could ponder later on, when I was by myself. For now, I think I was going to make the most of it, since Brianna and I were alone.
My hands left her neck, traveling down the sides of her body. Once they reached the bottom hem of her hoodie, they swept upward, to her bare skin, and I gripped her sides roughly, digging my fingers into her flesh and making her moan again. My balls tightened, my cock a rod of steel in my pants.
I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t see straight. Basically, nothing was straight here. It was all very wrong, but it felt so fucking good.
I tore my mouth off hers, trailing my lips down her neck. I left a line of kisses, nipping at the base of her neck and drawing out a low, feminine sigh from her lips. The way her body reacted to mine, I’d say she wanted this just as badly as I did, to the point where logic had completely left the conversation.
Fuck. I needed to feel her body wrapped around mine. I needed to be inside of her this fucking minute.
I pulled off her, using my hands on her sides to reach for the button and zipper on her jeans, undoing them with quick jerks of my hand. Flipping her around, I had her brace herself against the tree, giving me her ass. That round, nice ass. After running my hands along that ass to get a good feel, I yanked her jeans down and exposed her backside to me—or, rather, her black panties.
Was she wet for me under there? Did her cunt tighten and clench in anticipation of being fucked by me? Questions like that raced through my head the second I laid eyes on those lacy panties.
And then, for whatever stupid reason, I caught myself wondering:does she give herself up so easily to Gareth?
It didn’t matter. The answer to that did not matter one bit, because I was going to take her regardless, push my cock into that pussy and fuck her nice and hard. Never mind the fact that she was young, at the start of her life, and that she was here for that fucking psychopath Gareth. Right now, she was all mine.
My body lurched up against her, and I wrapped an arm around her lower half, dipping my hand between her legs, rubbing her clit over her panties and making her mewl against me. She practically panted, wordlessly begging for more.
“Are you nice and wet for me?” I asked. My heart raced; I didn’t need an answer. I already knew. Still, I wanted to get her worked up more, wanted a nice damp stain on her panties before I pulled them off. I leaned my face into her hair and breathed her in as I continued to rub her swollen clit.
She smelled like strawberries, just the faintest hint. She smelled fucking delicious.
