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“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you? I know it hurts, but you’re a good girl. You always have been, and now you’remydemon girl. You’re doing this for me, because you know how much I like it when you’re—”
Lily lets out a soft moan and comes, her hips tilting involuntarily into her fingers. She crumples into the window seat cushion, her face buried in her arms.
She’ll sob now. It’s past three in the morning. So far tonight, I’ve kidnapped her, stripped her, and forced to play with herself on a cushy window seat.
Awful.
I stroke my hand over her hair, slow and soft. “Good girl. You did it.”
Lily mumbles something into her arms, and I lift my hand away.
“What did you say, demon girl?”
She shakes her gorgeous red hair out of her face. “How is this making things fair?”
I give her question a few seconds of real thought. It’s tough, because I would really,reallylike to fuck her. Right now. An hour ago, in fact. The moment she walked into that garage, in the spirit of full disclosure. Getting to fuck a beautiful woman wasn’t part of my revenge plot, though. That was more my brothers’ style.
Conveniently, though, having to come up with an answer clarifies my endgame.
The kidnapping has many moving parts. My revenge isn’t on Lily herself, it’s on her grandfather. I want him to be beside himself. I want him to be sick with worry. I want him to think she’s dead.
I want him to be relieved when I return her, only to discover that she’s not the same woman I took from the parking lot. I want him to understand how it is to lose the people you love despite their survival. I want him to understand how nobody is ever the same.
He’ll spend his life missing the person she was.
She’ll spend her life missing me.Wantingme. Obsessed with me.
I picture driving up to her grandfather’s home in Cobble Hill and watching her run to the door. I imagine watching it shut behind her, cutting me off from the sight of her. I imagine thinking of her in jail, every single day for the rest of my life, and my heart drops out of my chest.
The rage comes on so fast I don’t see it coming. It’s hot and loud and electric, screaming that this isn’t fair, it’s notfairthat I have to give her back, it’s not fair that I stole something beautiful and I can’t keep it. It’s so strong that I want to run it out. That would mean leaving her alone, and I won’t do that.
You know what? There’s no need to think about the end of all this. Not when we’re at the beginning. I push those ideas away like the worst of the memories.
“Because it’s breaking you down.”
Lily’s so worn out by forcing herself through this many orgasms that she doesn’t lift her face from her arms. She glares at me without moving. “No, it’s not.”
“Yes, it is.”
“And thathelpsyou?” A gust of wind cuts against the pane of glass behind her, and she startles. The National Weather Service was right. The wind is strong. Another alert came in sometime between Lily’s third and fourth. Thunderstorms tomorrow night. “Does your family know you’re like this?”
That makes me laugh. I laugh so hard I have to lean forward, sucking in air, and finally I stand up. Anything for more oxygen. “Do they know I’m a fuckup? Do they know I’m a crime scene? Yes, Lily, they know. Does your family know you’re a slut for praise from a kidnapper?”
“I doubt my grandfather knows that.” Her tone is so icy that it lowers the temperature in the room. “And I’m not aslut. I hate you.”
“Likewise.” This is among the biggest lies I’ve ever told. How am I supposed to hate her when she keeps trying so damn hard? I know that in a technical sense, shehasto try her hardest because she’s afraid of facing my wrath. Lily hasn’t even tried full-on crying yet.
“So that’s your big master plan, huh?Break me?” She does air quotes with the hand tucked over her elbow, the movement slight. “Then what are you going to do? Take my dead body back and leave it on my grandfather’s porch?”
“Iswearwe’ve talked about this.”
“No. You’re into sex torture.” The next words out of her mouth are an inaudible grumble.
“You’ll have to speak up.”
“Isaid.” Now her headdoescome up an inch from her elbows. “You could at least do it yourself.”
The expression of delighted surprise I put on my face is only about twenty-five percent fake. “You’re asking me to step in this early, demon girl?”
