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“Spread your legs, baby. I want to see my property.”

The quiver in her bottom lip causes a thrill to shoot through me. I’m an animal for this woman, and her fear is the greatest fucking drug I’ve ever known.

“Please put the knife away, Nico. You’re scaring me.”

So my sassy, living dead girl does have fears. Spiders and knives.

I place it on the bed beside her, but out of her reach, because I’m not an idiot. She is chained to the wall. She can’t run away, but she could grab the knife and kill me. With my beautiful girl, I know that is a definite possibility.

“We’re going to leave it within my reach, Bella. Let’s call it motivation.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BELLA

When I squeeze my legs shut tight, he glares at me.

“Goddamn it. Spread your fucking legs, before I go buy a spreader bar, and your legs will be open twenty-four seven.”

I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about, but we both know I don’t have a say in the matter, so I do what he wants. It’s always about what he wants.

He kneels between my legs and stares at my pussy like it’s mesmerizing. The same way someone might gaze at a painting that makes them experience strong emotions.

Pushing two fingers inside me, he groans as he moves them in and out slowly.

“If I make you come, which of us will you hate more, baby?”

“Myself, but I’m not going to.”

Chuckling as he leans his head down, he glances up at me with a stern expression.

“Good. This is for me. In fact, if you come, you get to choose the knife or a spider.”

I whimper at the mention of either option, because both are equally terrifying. My childhood home had more spiderwebs than I would’ve ever thought possible. More than once, I woke up to spiders crawling on me. Before I moved out, I had been bitten so many times, I lost count. There’s no real reason the knife scares me, other than I don’t think anybody wants to be cut.

He continues fucking me with his fingers, and then swipes his tongue across my clit, instantly making me whimper with need I don’t want. I don’t want it to feel good. My hatred for him grows as quickly as my orgasm does.

“Reaper. Stop. Fucking stop. I don’t want this.”

He chuckles as he gazes up at my body.

“Too bad, baby.”

Pulling his fingers out, he holds them up for me to see.

“Look how wet you are. You don’twantto want this, but you do. Your sweet little pussy can’t get enough of me.”

“I fucking hate you. I hopeDahmerfinds you and kills you.”

Nico stops what he’s doing, and looks into my face with pure amusement.

“He’s dead, baby.”

I scream, “Fine.Gacy.”

Tilting his head to the side, he chuckles.

“Also dead. We need to work on your knowledge of serial killers.”

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