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I freeze, my body still as a statue as he starts to move, his hips pounding against my ass. I swallow down my scream as he stretches my walls, the pleasure rolling through me enough to light my blood on fire. My body begins to tingle, and I can feel my walls clench around him, holding him in a vise.
His gloved hand smears the blood on my abdomen, and I can feel as he spreads it across my skin, up my chest, his fingers wrapping around my neck. He squeezes tightly, and I swallow roughly, a whimper escaping my clenched throat.
“You’ve got a perfect little cunt,” he growls. His other hand grips my wrists so tightly, I can feel the pads of his fingers through the leather digging into my skin.
Our skin slaps quietly, and he grows even harder inside of me until his body cords tight with tension. “Be a good girl, Lakyn, and come on my cock,” he growls, and his words are the trigger I needed, because I fire off, melting underneath him and turning to mush.
“Fuck,” I whimper, and he tenses behind me, letting out a grunt, his hips moving faster, frenzied, as he chases his own orgasm.
His thrusts slow until he comes to a stop, grunting as he twitches and pulsates inside of me.
And then he pulls out, releasing my wrists as he drags the knife away from my neck. I stay where I am, too afraid to turn around. My palms land against the wall, and my forehead settles forward, my eyes closing as I let out a sigh.
His hands go to my hips, and he spins me around, pinning me against the wall. His black leather finger drags across my blood, bringing it to my lips. He drags his pointer finger, shining with dark red, across my lower lip. Then he brings it to his mask, swiping it against the black of his lips.
“Your blood smells like heaven.” He leans forward, his fingers wrapping around my jaw, and he pulls me close, until our foreheads are nearly touching. “It’s too bad we’re in hell,” he whispers.
He pushes me against the wall, disconnecting from me, and I feel a coldness settle between us, a wall going up in front of him.
“Go to sleep, Lakyn,” he growls, his tone closed off. Shocking me.
I grow angry at his games, tired of the push and pull. “Are you ever going to kill me, or am I just another prank to you? Are you toying with me?”
His head tilts to the side. Stepping toward me, my body freezes as the knife swings at his side. “It’s always been my intention to kill you, Lakyn,” he whispers, the blade grazing my cheek. “But you’re more fun to play with alive than you would be dead.”
His words cause a shiver to roll through my body, and I swallow over my suddenly dry throat.
“Now go to sleep,” he whispers, before walking to my door.
And I’m left standing all by myself, naked, in the middle of the room.
What the hell did I just do? Again?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HIM
Iwalk up the familiar driveway, my blood still roaring from my encounter with Lakyn.
She causes this. She’s makes me this way.
It was never my intention to let things go this far. It was always the plan to make them pay, make them all bleed dry for what they’ve done.
There are so many people in this town that are part of the poison. Hellcrest Heights is covered in blood, the people intent to wipe it away and pretend it doesn’t exist. It’s apparent, and I plan to reveal the dirty and the tainted of this town.
The corruptness flows as fluidly as the ocean at our side, and it’s time to uncover the truths, and rid the toxic.
I glance toward the sky, seeing there’s still about an hour or so until the sun comes up. The darkness still covers the sky, the stars barely visible.
I grip my knife in my hand, bringing it up to my nose. I can still smell the lingering scent of Lakyn’s arousal on the blade.
I smirk behind my mask.
She fights against it, she whispers her refusal on how she doesn’t want me, yet her body screams pleasure the moment I touch her.
She can’t refuse what her body yearns for.
I walk up the front steps of the grand home, glancing down at the oversized pumpkins on the front steps. Digging into my pocket, I pull out the small pin used to pick locks. I stick it in the deadbolt, easily maneuvering it around until I can hear the click of the lock disengaging. I shove the pins back into my pocket, then settle my hand on the knob.
