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He chuckles. “No. It’s who I am, although if my brother has his way, I’ll reign it in and only kill under specific circumstances.”

I raise an eyebrow, and he says, “Enemies. Bad guys. That sort of thing.”

I take a sip of my wine, and it’s actually not bad with the grilled cheese.

“Are you going to do that?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know if I can. The urges are really hard to control. You’re the only person I’ve been able to control it with.”

“How often do you do it?”

Taking a sip of his wine, he swallows it, and sets his glass down on the glass table.

“Sometimes it’s several times in a week, and then others there might be months between. I don’t do it daily, just when I have to. Please, Bella, don’t ask me to stop.”

I shake my head. “I won’t. This is who you are and I accept you as you are, Nico. I don’t know if I’ll do it again. They weren’tinnocent men and, honestly, I did it so I could have you with me again.”

“You will do it again,” he says, and adds to his statement, when I glare at him.

“Not because I’ll force you to, because I won’t. You will, because I believe you have the same darkness inside you, and I think you’ll have the urge to do it. Can you deny it’s a rush?”

The way he stares at me, it’s like he knows everything. Like I don’t have to say a word, and he can read me that well.

“How much did you see in the graveyard, when you were watching me?”

In those moments, I wanted to hear him, but thought I was alone withthe Nicomy imagination dreamed up.

His knowing smile is telling. He saw far more than I knew.

“Yes, baby, I saw you. I watched while you laid there on top of the grave, your hand inside your panties, making yourself come while you screamed my name.”

I place my face in my hands, as my cheeks burn with mortification.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. It was so difficult not to show myself and touch you. I took my cock out right there, as I stared at you through the bars on the gate, and came with you, baby. And one day soon you’ll do it for me again, because I like watching you like that. My pretty living dead girl making herself fall apart for me. Fucking stunning.”

He types away on his phone, and then sets it on the table.

Narrowing his gaze at me, he says, “Go take a shower. My brother will be here shortly to bring you clothing, and I don’t want him seeing you like this.”

“Stay upstairs then?”

Running his tongue over his bottom lip, he stares at me hungrily.

“The t-shirt is fine, baby. I don’t want him seeing you freshly fucked, with cum running down your legs.”

“Oh my God, Nico.”

I look at him through spread fingers covering my face, and he motions for me to come to him. Shaking my head, I get up and go over to him, as he scoots his chair out and lifts me onto his lap. He grabs onto the back of my hair and pulls my head back, and runs his tongue up the center of my throat, making me whimper softly.

Moving his hands to my ass, he holds onto me as he rises from the chair, and starts walking. I wrap my arms around his neck so I don’t fall, and ask him, “Where are we going? I thought I was taking a shower, and you were waiting for your brother?”

He says matter-of-factly, “That was the plan, but I need you, so I’ll take a shower with you.”

“You’re going to break my pussy, Nico.”

Chuckling, he says, “You’re a good girl, you can take it.”

I scowl at him, feigning irritation.

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