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My internal drive to prove everyone wrong was stronger.
Merrick wanted to chase me. Torture me. Ruin me.
But it feels like I am the one ruining him.
And together, like it or not, we will ruin Joanie.
The thought makes my lips curve up. It’s satisfying. I have gotten under his skin perfectly and I couldn’t be more proud of myself for accomplishing that feat.
Joanie has pissed me off enough that murdering her doesn’t seem so bad. I’m strangely excited about it all.
To have a purpose again. To have a family legacy. It makes me proud to be given this opportunity to uphold it and pass it down.
I’m standing in the bathroom, naked, looking in the mirror, taking it all in. Burning each moment of the evening into my brain. I want to remember every detail.
It’s going to go by so fast.
My hair is down, with loose curls hanging down my back over my shoulders. A black, beaded headpiece sits on the crown of my head, and there’s a single black jewel hanging down, resting on the middle of my forehead; matching black chandelier earrings completing the look. I found it all in a box in the attic, and with the dress Harper has been making, it felt like it would work perfectly. To be fair, what I have been picturing in my head could be completely off. She hasn’t shown me or given any hints of what she’s been up to. I know nothing other than the corset we found.
My makeup is minimal. Smokey eye and a nude lip. Some blush on my cheeks helps my fair skin pop.
“Fallon, I’m here.” Harper announces her arrival and brings me back to reality.
“I’ll be right out!” I take myself in once last time. “You got this. You were made for this.” A chill sweeps across my skin, and goosebumps immediately appear.
It only means one thing.
Turning around, I don't bother covering myself. He has seen me like this awake and asleep; the man doesn’t have any fucking boundaries.
He doesn’t show himself at first. Looking around the large bathroom, where did he go?
Tonight is not the night for his games. My nerves are shot, and even though I feel confident, I am still taking a life. Blood for Blood.
Walking towards the closed bathroom door, I am about to open it when Merrick pops up in front of me. I jump, but he grabs my shoulders to keep me in place. It all happens so fast. He leans in and kisses me, and his lips are cold against mine. My eyes remain open in shock. Am I shocked? It’s not like he’s ever asked for permission before. Merrick takes what he wants, even if you don’t want to give it to him.
Moving his hands from my shoulder, his fingers brush against my neck slowly. Once they reach my jawline, he grips my face and forces the kiss deeper. His tongue pushes past my lips and I let him in. Closing my eyes, my tongue brushes against his and a jolt of electricity spreads throughout my body. I bring my hands up to his forearms and hold on to him.
There is no point in fighting it. Merrick loves the battle, the struggle; it would only turn him on more.
We stay like this for a few moments. The longer we stay connected, the more it feels like he is sucking all the oxygen from my lungs. Even though I know he doesn’t breathe.
The feeling is intense.
Before I know it, he is letting go of my face and he slowly breaks our connection. Stepping back, Merrick looks down at me. I keep my focus on him through my lashes. His pupils are dilated, and his white hair is disheveled over his forehead.
Biting my bottom lip, I whisper, “You kissed me… and you weren’t an asshole about it.”
He chuckles at my statement, wiping his lip with his thumb, then putting it in his mouth. Sucking on it before removing it to respond, “Yeah, I did. Plus, you’re awake. Impressed?”
Breaking my focus on him, I roll my eyes.
“Merrick, I don’t have time for your shit right now. Tomorrow, sure. But not tonight. Please, not tonight.”
“Ah, my desperate little girl, you always have time for my shit. You love my shit. I pop up and adrenaline courses through your veins. The beating of your heart increases. You. Are. Addicted.”
He never listens to me. The one time I need him to focus and listen, he can’t be bothered.
“I’ll tell you one thing that you don’t know about me. Joanie doesn’t even know about me.”
