Page 54 of Soulless Deeds

Gearing for the hallway, I made my escape, refusing to make a fool of myself. My fists unfurled as I developed a plan. I wouldn’t be the one to break. I was going to make her keel over and fucking beg for mercy. Then, maybe I’d be able to forgive her making me feel that way.

SPENCER

My phone was tucked in between my ear and shoulder as my hands were occupied, beating the cake batter into submission. Distant screams and chants blared through the speaker.

“What the hell is going on over there? Are you still at the clinic?” I asked Emerson.

She huffed, slamming doors in the background until all fell quiet. “The protesters are starting to riot. Hangman’s Block is overrun, the streets teeming with angry people.”

“What’s the government doing about the missing children?”

Emerson scoffed. “You always were the funny one.”

“Fucking useless,” I said, and she hummed in agreement.

“Em, can we get some help out here, please?” someone interrupted from her end. I tossed the bowl and grasped my phone, smearing flour all over the screen.

“Meek, you’re not bailing on tonight,” I said, the command irrefutable.

Emerson spared a muffled reply to the intruder. “I’ll be right out, Chai. Just give me a minute.”

Emerson’s voice sharpened, clear cut through the phone. “I’m not going to miss dinner, Spence.” Then, her tone softened, almost wistful. “We miss you.”

A small smile tilted my lips as I thought of my siblings. I’d never been so long without them. Just as I was about to reply, Echo sauntered into the kitchen. He wore a lone towel, his injuries plastered as trophies over his skin, accentuated by the stray wet droplets running down his torso from his shower.Suddenly, I’m thirsty.

I let my smile tip higher. “Miss you too,sexy.”

Static came through the phone as Emerson stalled, when a comical scoff sounded through. “Let me guess, Echo is there?”

I released a flirtatious giggle as Echo skimmed passed me to the fridge. “Sorry, honey, I’ve got to go. I’m all messy.” I finished by scooping up a big dollop of cake batter with my index finger.

Without a reply, Emerson giggled and hung up as Echo came to a halt right beside me, his brow hitched in an obscene arch. I turned full-bodied into his side, never taking my eyes off his as I raised my finger to my mouth.

Echo’s gaze tracked the movement, the tip of his tongue poking out to lick his bottom lip. But as the cake batter hit my tastebuds, my throat spasmed in warning. I must have missed an ingredient somewhere, cause something was definitely off. Unable to hold back, I began to dry retch right over Echo’s exposed chest. Nothing came out but the sound, and the action alone was deplorable.

Echo stood frozen until his features twisted into full-blown amusement, genuine laugher spilling out of him as he proceeded to whack me on the back.

I tried to manoeuvre out of his hold, but he stopped my retreat by grabbing my hips and hoisting me on top of the bench, pushing between my parted thighs.

Echo leant over the sink, poured a glass of water and brought the edge to my lips. I drank the offer, diluting the sweet, tangy aftertaste down my throat as I wiped the batter from around my mouth.

“You missed a spot,” Echo said.

“Where? It’s disgusti?—”

Echo cut off my words by running his wet tongue from the bottom of my chin all the way up to the corner of my lips, where he gave a little suction. The sensation was acutely overwhelming, the caress inducing a moan to escape up my throat.

“Tastes delicious to me,” he said, voice husky and all the way fucking sexy.

My tormentor remained a mere inch away, his arms anchored on either side of my hips, barricading me in with raw flesh and muscle.

When he was that close, my conflicted feelings and thoughts were hard to reconcile.

“Who are you trying to poison?” he asked, his eyes bouncing over the mess of ingredients that stained the entire kitchen.

“I was making a cake for Micah. It’s her birthday soon.”

“Did you intend on killing her?”

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