Page 103 of Lady Killer

Including being chased by him and Ever wearing sheep masks and letting them face fuck me in the woods . . .

“Do you think you’re going to?” Her question pulled me back to reality.

“Have sex?” I asked, buying myself a minute.

“Duh.”

I mean, I assumed I would, at some point. I definitely wasn’t asexual like Autumn. I felt sexual desire and arousal. I wanted to experience sexual intimacy—I just never had anyone I actually wanted to be intimate with.

Until I met a family of killers.

“Eventually, I mean, I’m not, we’re not in a rush.”

Thank God I’d demanded privacy during my visits with Autumn. This would be absolutely painful with Alister—or worse, Everest—lurking in the background.

“Do I need to give you the safe sex talk?”

“Oh, yes. Please do.”

“Birth control is only, like, 90 percent effective, so wrap it before you tap it no matter what he says. I’m too young to be an auntie.”

“I take it back. Sarcasm is clearly lost on you. No, I don’t need to hear about safe sex, Autumn. Thank you very much.”

“Whatever you say.” She smirked, picking her sandwich up again before taking a bite and offering me an exaggerated wink.

I had missed this.

Autumn and I wrapped up our brunch date and headed our respective ways.

She and Simone were meeting up to study in the library, and I had to head to class, where Alister was most likely waiting for me already.

I hadn’t been lying when I told Autumn that I didn’t feel pressured to have sex with Alister (or Ever, whom I didn’t know if I’d ever be brave enough to tell Autumn about).

For all that the two of them seemed to delight in testing my limits, they also were surprisingly tuned in to my needs.

All that torture had made them excellent at reading people. Well, Alister at least.

Everest was utterly indifferent to 99.99 percent of the world, but for whatever reason, he made the effort with me.

The idea of losing my virginity hung heavy on my shoulders because it had come to represent something bigger than me. Like anyone with a bit of common sense, I understood that virginity was a construct, one entrenched in a heteronormative purity framework that punished women and rewarded men for sexual activities outside of the institution of marriage. However, Aaron's words before I killed him rang in my head.

Are you a virgin? Or are you mine?

I hadn’t been sure what to make of that. Still wasn’t.

Assuming the killer was related to my father’s guest and his experiments, what did that mean for me? How did it all connect?

If I lost my virginity, would that take me off the killer’s radar? It seemed unlikely. How would they even know?

Never in a million years did I think I would be someone who agonized over losing her virginity. But in a twistedturn of events, there was so much more for me to worry about than my reputation or whether I liked my partner enough to take the next step.

There was my life.

Chapter twenty-nine

Luz

“And why the fuck is this prick still breathing, again?”

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