Page 36 of Soulless Deeds

It felt as if the world had ceased its spinning, stuck on its axis, awaiting the inevitable showdown between us.

“Go on,” Spencer said. “Do it then.” There were all manner of curse words and grumbles spat in the background, but none of it filtered through. My sole, undivided focus was isolated on her—Spencer King.

My muscles remained tense, on the brink of spasming from the tight hold I held my weapon…directly trained on her face.

That exquisite, soul-destroying face.

Cool, rigid fingers laced over my forearm, coercing the limb downwards until the barrel was aimed towards the floor—gun shaking, hand quivering, body fucking trembling.

Aster released me from her hold. “It’s true, then? There’s no room for dispute? That’s your baby?”

I sputtered, trying to formulate actual words. “It’s barely been a week. She can’t possibly?—”

“It is possible. You came inside me, didn’t you?” Spencer taunted. She was playing with me, mirth and amusement dancing in her eyes.

“What do you want?” I asked, desperate to hear her answer even though I wasn’t sure about what I wanted that to be.

“Justice,” she said, spoken like a vow of vengeance.

I didn’t reply, my resounding silence condemning me to a guilty verdict and lifelong sentence. Spencer was going to destroy me, and she wanted me to see it coming.

We sat in the back of Aster’s bulletproof car, Spencer sitting across from us, a stark grin plastered over her smug face as if the whole scenario was amusing.

After some well-placed threats from her family and a few more negotiations, we’d made it out of Nightingale Cemetery without another death to tally onto Eternal Nights. I was still reeling, unsure how to process the turn of events.

“If you don’t stop staring, I’m going to get ideas,Mistress,” Spencer said in a flirtatious tone.

Aster hadn’t taken her eyes off Spencer since we left. I knew something was brewing in that witch brain of hers. “I’ll assign you a personal bodyguard to ensure your protection at all times.”

“I don’t need one,” Spencer said, tilting her chin in my direction. “He’s the one who’ll need protection fromme.” She finished with a chuckle, the cadence sending a shiver up my spine.

“That’s unfortunate,” Aster said. “Sinceheis your bodyguard.”

I blanched, and Spencer scoffed.

We arrived back in Serpents Row, pulling up outside our apartment building. Aster exited the car, and as I went to follow, I was shoved against the back seat, the passenger door slammed and locked for good measure.

Spencer straddled my waist, the cool metal of my gun shoved beneath my chin as her sweet breath fanned my face. I had no idea how she got her hands on my pistol, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. My flesh sparked with sensitivity, the blissed contact of her body near unbearable.

“Just in case you didn’t pick up on my not-so-subtle hints back there,” she said, slowly tracking the barrel down my chest. “You’re going to fall in love with me, Echo. I’m going to be so ingrained in your life that you won’t be able to escape me. You won’t be able to help it. And when you get comfortable, whenyou finally relax enough to let your walls down and become vulnerable, that’s when I’ll attack. I’m going todestroyyou from the inside out, take everything of worth. Then, I’ll remind you of this very moment.” Spencer fully surrendered her weight onto me, causing my cock to harden between us.

The concoction of her alluring voice, that addictive scent and the risk of my deadly weapon in her hands caused pre-cum to bead over my tip, staining the material of my pants.

I knew her threat was legitimate, that I should be cautious in how I moved forward. However, my body didn’t seem to get the memo.

Instead of resisting, I grabbed her hips and ground upwards, stroking against her sensitive centre. Her breath shortened and pupils dilated—she felt it, too, and couldn’t resist the pull…Just like me.

“Too late,Ghost. I’m already inside you, remember? You came back from the dead, for me. You want me…needme.”

“You think I need you?” she asked, cocking her head while lowering the pistol until it was shoved aggressively against my dick.

If she doesn’t stop, I am definitely going to blow.

“Then why the fuck are you here?!” I seethed, attempting to shake out of my lustful stupor as my hips gyrated faster, refusing to listen to my demands.

Spencer released a reluctant moan before growling in frustration. “You’ve been warned.I will be your end, Echo.”

My name…My fucking name on her lips.An unpredictable aphrodisiac that stimulated my desire to the precipice of orgasm.

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