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“For a woman who just willingly put her ass in the air for me and got the best orgasm of her life, you sure aren’t acting very thankful,” he sneers arrogance dripping from his voice, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Get thefuckout of my apartment,” I match his tone, spitting venom despite the fear pulsing in my veins. “Now.”

He bursts into a fit of laughter, and then drops my chin. He gets to his feet and starts for the door, but pauses at the threshold of my bedroom, glancing back.

“You’llneverget rid of me, little darling. From now until death, I’ll be the last thing you see when you close your eyes.”

“I'm not your darling,” I snipe out with anger.

With that, he disappears, stopping only to lock the door behind him, gifting me a mocking laugh before he leaves. My skin crawls as I hear the deadbolt turn, and I know it’s imperative that I change the fucking locks.

ASAP.

Chapter Eleven

JAXTON

Iwant all of her.

All.Of. Her.

I pound my fist into the tiled wall of my shower, not even wincing as blood trickles from my knuckles. I don’t fucking care. Iwantto shove my dick so far into her pussy that she feels it in her chest. But, normally, I only do that when the time comes for the kill.

And sometimes, not even then.

I didn’t do it with my most recent kill. I was too bored with her. I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke furiously, desperate to evoke some sort of satisfaction. I squeeze my eyesshut, bringing the taste of Ember’s pussy back to my mind. My breathing picks up as I immediately ejaculate into the palm of my hand.

“Fuck!”I shout out the word, fury thrumming through my chest. I don’t evenfeelas if I came at all. My cock is still rigid and unsatiated. My phone alarm goes off, and I shut off the water, plucking the phone off the sink where I left it just within reach.

Time for therapy.

“Great. Just fuckinggreat,” I mutter. I consider skipping the appointment. It’s bad enough that my uncle is in town, a fact I learned from the texts that he bombarded me with while I was busy with Ember.

Wouldn’t it be something to date her in real life? Take her to meet my fucked-up family.I cringe at the thought of carrying out such a task. I’ve never had a real-life girlfriend. I’ve never had sex with someone consensually, and no one has ever lived to tell the tale either.

I frown at that, and then spend the next ten minutes getting dressed; pulling on a pair of dark jeans and a white T-shirt. I style my hair and glare at myself in the mirror, taking in the ink on my arms and the way I don’t look like such apretty boywithout wearing long sleeves. No, the stubble along my jaw quickly eliminates that assumption as well. I shove my wallet into my back pocket and head out for my appointment.

“Jax,” the doorman gives me a nod when I make it to the lobby and head out into the street. It’s a short walk to the therapist’s office and, for the duration of that time, I consider Ember, working away in that shitty little bookstore. I could give her more than that, although I have to admit that I admire her tenacity to thrive and wallow willfully in her poverty.

“Hey,” a voice causes me to stop in my tracks.

I spin around to see none other than the reason my balls are blue.

“Hey…” I keep my voice light, pretending like Idon’tknow who she is.

“Did you ever give those books to your mom for her birthday?” Ember’s eyes are alight with curiosity.

I rub the back of my neck, reminding myself that she heard my voicelast night.I have to be careful. “Yeah, I did. You’re the girl at the bookstore, right?” I add, like it just dawned on me.

Her smile fades slightly as she fingers the leather strap of her cross-body bag. “Yeah, that’s me. Sorry if I was being creepy.”

I laugh, rocking back on the heels of my black Vans. “Nah, not at all. Brave to confront a near stranger on the street.”

Her cheeks blush a deeper crimson. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”

‘Oh God, oh God.’I hear her cry out in my head. The people shuffling around us become a blur as I take her in; her dark, skinny jeans clinging to her hips, her Converses mirroring my casual shoes, and her hair pulled up in a high ponytail. It’s fucking cute, and I can’t stop imagining fisting that hair into my hand. But also…

Why is she in this part of town?

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