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“I think you’re more like that than you care to admit.”

“Then you don’t know me very well.”

“I believe I do, Cassandra. You’re excellent at portraying what everyone needs to see in you. Professionalism. Purpose. Drive. Energy. Focus. But deep inside you crave danger, a taste of the forbidden. You long for someone to see that in you, allowing you to feel free in experiencing the very taste of reckless endangerment that keeps you awake at night. I also believe that includes your understanding that some justice should have a more… personal touch.”

“You’re talking about vigilante justice.”

“Precisely.”

The images floating in the back of my mind were very graphic, depictions of exactly the way I’d wanted to handle David.

“Baker the Butcher? Are you telling me you wouldn’t have preferred driving a stake through his heart?”

My mouth was suddenly dry. His words were too accurate. “As I said, you don’t know me very well.”

“But I intend to, Cassandra. I plan on indulging in learning everything there is to know about you.”

The bastard truly thought he knew me better than anyone else. Better than I knew myself. The fire burned brightly in my core, my pussy continually throbbing. I hated that he seemed to have so much control over me. “There isn’t much excitement to tell in my life, I’m afraid.”

“Then perhaps we need to change that, beginning tonight.”

Was that a promise or a threat? Either way, I was intoxicatingly aroused.

And the evil thoughts remained furrowing in my mind.

CHAPTER19

Wilder

My perfect butterfly was toying with as well as craving corruption.

Yet I could still smell her apprehension.

I longed to feed off her fear. I craved driving my cock so deeply inside her tight pussy she was forced to scream out my name.

Everything about her was perfect.

Perfect for me.

That’s why her pulse was ticking insistently in her throat and why she continually balled her fists. She was fighting with herself, the inner turmoil disrupting her train of thought.

In the passing light of every sign and overhead light, I’d taken glimpses at her, watching as she’d slowly begun to slip into the same powerful desire that we’d felt the night we’d met.

Our needs had been as uncontrollable then as they felt right now.

I also felt a different kind of hunger. I longed for the taste of blood, watching as the light faded from David’s eyes. The fucker hadn’t listened to my warning, something I rarely did. I’d offered it to him as a courtesy and he’d defied me.

In my mind, that was worse than betrayal.

The sick monster would meet his maker. That had been decided.

He hadn’t deserved to breathe the same air as my little butterfly. But he’d learn. When he took his last dying breath, he’d realized the error of his ways.

My cock was completely engorged, tenting my trousers, the feeling entirely uncomfortable.

Her breathing was shallow, more so than before we’d left. I simply couldn’t wait any longer to taste her.

When I pulled into a darkened parking lot, she only tilted her head in my direction. There were such questions she longed to ask, but she feared the answers. Perhaps the electric energy pulsing through the car was the reason. She felt it too. There was no denying our chemistry or our connection.

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