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Chapter 1
Death
“Liberty for wolves is death to the lambs” - Isaiah Berlin
Icrept into Ella McCloud’s bedroom. Through the parted curtains, the full moon cast a glow on her beautiful curves, and I settled into the grey chair nestled in the corner. Every luscious part of her body was exquisite, and I yearned to feel my knife run along the dips and valleys of her porcelain skin. The possibilities of how I could etch my marks into her flesh flooded my mind until my cock twitched, begging to be inside of her.
She sighed softly and rolled over, exposing her long, toned legs from beneath the blankets. Her neck was poised perfectly and allowed the access I craved. I willed myself not to run my tongue along the curve and taste her.
My dick begged for release while I fantasized that she woke up, terrified. I envisioned her eyes popping wide open as I slipped the knife into her stomach. The cut, as smooth as butter, would steal her breath as she realized what I’d done.
I clenched my jaw and berated myself for allowing my sinful thoughts to consume me. Not my Ella. That wasn’t my plan for her. I bathed in my other victims’ blood after slicing and dicing them, but not her. Ella was the flicker of light in my dark world, the color in my grayscale existence, and I yearned for her like the night yearns for stars.
The first moment I saw her and spotted her shoulder-length dark hair and piercing green eyes, I had to have her. The gentle touch of water on her face made her skin glisten, and as the droplets clung to her eyelashes, my world came to a standstill. Ella was breathtaking, and the only sound I could hear was my heart pounding in my ears. Her mere presence electrified my heightened senses, resonating deep within my soul and drawing me to her.
As I massaged the back of my neck, the heavenly but faint smell of her peach and vanilla bodywash lingered in the air, imprinting on my mind. Although I’d first seen Ella one year ago, this was the first time I’d entered her house. A thrill surged through me.
Captivated by her beauty, I pressed the flat edge of the blade against my lower lip and slid it back and forth. The cold steel sent shivers down my spine as I gazed at Ella's chest rising and falling, her tightly fitted tank top accentuating her full breasts. The sharp knife grazed my lower lip, drawing a drop of blood that I eagerly licked off with my tongue, savoring its metallic tang.
Life was so fragile—here one second and gone the next. It would be so easy to take away the life she’d built for herself—steal her soul and make it mine for all eternity.
My hand clenched the blade's hilt, the veins in my forearm branching out like a spider's web. I moved closer to her bed, my target oblivious to my proximity.
Her black hair cascaded like a midnight waterfall, deep and enigmatic, reflecting hints of blue or brown under the moonlight. Its richness and depth never failed to captivate me, embodying both the mystery of the night sky and the warmth of a shadowed ember. An overwhelming urge to touch her washed over me. I brushed pieces of hair from her forehead, the strands so delicate and pristine between my fingers.
I reached out my bloodstained fingertip and lightly stroked her cheek with just a whisper of a graze. My little lamb consumed my thoughts. With one glance in my direction, she had become my obsession, and soon I would be hers.
We were meant for each other—even if it meant killing people along the way. I had to have her for my own—no matter what it took because …
Even Death deserved a Queen.
Chapter 2
Sebastian
“Hey, Bass, hook me up with two shots of your best tequila,” Kip yelled at me over the loud, thumping music playing at Velvet Vortex, a popular, upscale nightclub.
Tossing the bar towel over my shoulder, I located his booze of choice. As I poured the liquor, my attention swept over the elbow-to-elbow crowd on the dance floor. The tables and booths were packed with people too. Since the remodeling with a kitchen and full menu along with a state-of-the-art sound system, top-notch DJs, and a custom floor that boasted the largest dance space in Portland, Oregon, the club had to hire additional bouncers to manage the long lines on the weekends.
I focused intently on the dark-haired girl who threw her head back, laughing as she danced rhythmically to the beat of “Sick Pretty Mind” by Upsahl. I noticed her. Noticed her in a way I hadn’t any other woman in a long fucking time. There was something intoxicating about her.
It wasn’t just how life-altering beautiful she was. I watched how her body moved, sinuous and free flowing; how her face lit up with pure, unfiltered joy. She was guileless, provocative. Sinner and saint.
But once again her friends surrounded her, blocking my view, and I turned back to Kip.
“As always, it’s on the house, mate.” Kip was my best friend and coworker, and we knew even the rarest of details about each other.
My attention was once more drawn to the middle of the packed dancefloor, a slight smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
“What’s up, man?” Kip turned and followed my gaze back to her, and then he flashed a wide grin at me. “She’s hot, Bass, but you know the gig. Don’t get attached.”
“I haven’t dated in years. Only one-night stands, so I think I understand. But don’t you ever think about settling down?”
Kip arched a brow and grunted at me.
“Shit, mate, I’m fucking forty. I want a family before I’m too old to run around and chase my kids.” I placed the shot glasses on the bar top in front of him, the tequila sloshing over the rims. Grabbing my towel, I quickly wiped up the spill.
“Get laid and send them on their way. Works for me. Besides, she looks too young for you. I mean, wasn't your first pet a T-Rex?” Kip’s laugh broke through a lull in the music.
