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“You’re just as violent as I remember,” he muses from across the room.
So he is one of the three guys I met at that fucker’s house.
I want to throw my knife so badly, but if I do, I’ll have forfeited my last shot to get him. And if I miss … I’m fair game.
“I’m gonna fucking kill you,” I growl.
“Oh, now you’re talking my love language. C’mon, then. Give me your best shot,” he taunts, bolting at me fast.
But as I attempt to throw, he comes out of nowhere and grips my wrist. Within a second, he’s got me pinned, and he pries the knife from my hand.
Enraged, I punch him, but he avoids my first hit like an expert.
So I lift my knee and kick him right in the stomach.
He groans and bucks, so I try to throw in another punch, but he grips my throat out of nowhere and pushes me up against the wall. His hand snakes around my neck so tightly I can barely breathe. I scratch at his fingers, desperate to get loose.
“Third try, kitty,” he murmurs near my ear. “Who do you think I am? Think fast.”
I groan from the sheer force applied to my neck. “Fuck you.”
A faint, rumbling laugh emanates from deep within his chest. “I get the sense that you don’t want to admit that you were there …” His fingers dig into my skin as he leans in to whisper. “That you killed that disgusting man.”
“You following me around?” I hiss.
He smiles against my skin. “You make it so easy to find you … when you wear that ribbon.”
He plucks it from my hair, and I suck in a breath as it drops to the floor.
So he’s the one who stole my ribbon that night. And that means those three definitely go to school here too.
Fuck. Just my luck.
“What do you want?” I rasp.
“You stole our kill.” He pronounces each word deliberately like he’s trying to make me feel guilty. But I don’t feel remorseful at all.
“Yourkill?” I scoff. “Sorry, I didn’t know I had to get in line.”
He leans in and whispers, “Jokes won’t get you far, Lana.”
Lana.
My eyes widen, and my heart skips a beat. “How the fuck do you know my name?”
“That’s not the question you should be asking,” he murmurs. “What you should be asking is ‘how can I stop this man from telling the world about my murderous habits’?”
“Fuck off!” I try to break free from his grasp, but he’s much stronger than I am.
“Ah, ah … you won’t get away this time,” he murmurs.
“You think I want to get away?” I muse. “I came looking to kill you.”
He smiles against my skin. “God, I love your tenacity.” He slowly invades my space, pushing his body up against me until I can feel his thick thighs rub up against mine, his bulge growing harder and harder. “Your desire to kill me only gets me hard.”
“Fuck you,” she growls.
“Oh, I will fuck you, all right,” he says, and his tongue dips out to lick the rim of my ear. “And you will definitely moan when I bore my way through that wet little pussy of yours.”
