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I helped her out of her pants next, and I dropped them on top of her shirt. Slowly, I brought my gaze to her. Brianna’s head was still tilted back, her eyes closed, her lips parted as she stood beneath the water. The water mingled with the blood on her body, running down to the drain, where it circled it before disappearing, tinged more red than pink.
I knew she wasn’t all there, but I couldn’t deny it, either. She was beautiful. So very beautiful. The blood on her white skin was such a stark contrast, and how unbothered by it all she seemed to be only furthered the desire building within me.
But I couldn’t. We couldn’t. Not now, not when she wasn’t all there. I wouldn’t take advantage of her like that.
Turning away from her, I went to the sink counter on the opposite side of the small bathroom. My hope was to find some shampoo and soap, but this was a cheap motel, and apparently they didn’t have any of those things. All they had were towels.
I took one of the face towels and returned to Brianna, getting to work. I scrubbed her body harder than would be considered gentle, mostly because we didn’t have any damned soap. She complained not once, and when I was washing off her left arm, I saw her eyes had opened. She now watched me through slit eyes.
We’d have to take this towel with us when we left the room, but that was fine. I’d given the woman at the counter more than enough to cover a stolen towel or two.
Once I was done with her arms and I’d moved to her stomach and her tits, she brought a wet hand to my face, running her nails along my jaw and catching the dark stubble there. “Come in with me,” she said, practically pleading—sounding so very desperate for me.
My lungs tightened with a hard breath, and I didn’t let myself lift my gaze and meet hers. I stayed focused on cleaning her body. “No” was all I said.
Brianna didn’t want to take no for an answer. The hand on my jaw fell to the collar of my shirt, which she then clutched tightly, pulling it toward her and trying to get me to come in regardless of what I’d said. “Please,” her voice came out breathless and airy, “please, Daddy.”
I froze. Hearing her say that… let’s just say it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do, holding myself back from her after that. Something about hearing her call me that—I didn’t know why it got me so hard, but it did. I couldn’t explain it. It wasn’t something I’d ever thought of before, let alone something I wanted to hear.
But when she called me Daddy… fuck.
No.
“No,” I told her again. I’d dropped to her legs now, and I helped her lift a leg and position it on the edge of the tub so I could get a better angle at scrubbing it. “I will not get in there with you. You might think you’re in your right mind right now, but you’re not. I will not have you when you’re not yourself, Brianna.”
Even as I said it, my cock screamed with indignation. It had gotten hard the moment I’d started to bathe her, and when she called me Daddy, that was it. I’d be battling an erection this whole time, struggling to keep my composure when all I wanted to do was shed my clothes and join her in the shower, fuck her against the wall just like I’d done before.
Come to think of it, this was almost too much like that day, the day everything had changed for me. The day I’d opened my eyes to the possibility that I hadn’t just brought Brianna here for Gareth. The day when I’d realized I wanted her too, that I wanted her so badly I couldn’t think straight. The hunger, the desire; it was all too strong, too much.
But I was a master at the game of feeling. Most of the time, I didn’t feel anything at all. The only times I felt something were when I was on the hunt, and when I’d captured my prey and was ending them.
As it turned out, family could bring emotions out of me, and Brianna had joined that family the moment I’d married her mother.
I made her turn around and lift her other leg so I could scrub that one as well, and as I wrestled with myself and my urge to join her in the shower, I said, “Do you remember what happened? Who was that boy with you?” If I got her to start talking, if she could tell me what happened and fill in the blanks, it might be easier for me to put all of my attention on that instead of on how the water from the showerhead fell down her naked body…
“Um… Neo,” she said his name, though she sounded unsure. “He’s Neo. Neo Banks. He’s the school’s star quarterback. He got a scholarship to… some school. Maybe lots.” She giggled. “But I guess he won’t be doing any of that anymore, will he?”
Neo Banks. The name didn’t sound familiar.
“No, he won’t,” I agreed, letting her lower her leg off the tub. I spun her around so I could scrub her backside. Even that round ass tempted me. “Why were you there with him? What did he do to you, Brianna? Good girls don’t keep secrets.”
She bent her head down to stare at her hands—now blood-free. “I… I think I was supposed to meet Erin there, but she… she wasn’t there. He was. And I didn’t know why.”
Erin. Her missing friend she’d been so concerned about, accusing Gareth of killing and then hiding behind her back. Erin was the friend she’d cut herself to save. I assumed that meant the second phone Neo had belonged to her friend.
Neo Banks. Who the hell are you, and what were you doing with Erin’s phone?
Was there another killer in Eastcreek? I had to look into him and his family ASAP. “So, Erin wasn’t there,” I spoke with a nod, scrubbing her lower back. “You went inside and found Neo. Did he hurt you?”
She lifted a hand, lightly running her fingertips along the nape of her neck, over her collarbone. The look on her face told me she was lost in thought, like she struggled to remember what exactly had happened. “I… I think so. He was strong. I remember waking up and seeing him—” She paused, eyes widening, and she pulled away from me, facing me as her mouth dropped. “He was going to kill me!” She sounded shocked at the realization, as if she’d forgotten.
Maybe she had. She was slowly coming back into herself, but at the house, she’d been completely out of her mind.
“But he didn’t,” I cautiously reminded her.
Brianna seemed to remember that fact, blinking and calming down. “Oh, yeah.” As if she needed to be reminded that she wasn’t, in fact, standing here before me, deader than a doornail.
“So, he was going to kill you, but he didn’t. What happened after you woke up?” It was time to scrub between her thighs. My jaw tightened, my teeth grinding, to give me something else to focus on while I did it. Thankfully, Brianna was too lost in her own head to pay any attention to my hand and the towel between her legs.
