Page 67 of Soulless Deeds

Instead of giving me reassurance, Echo once again proved himself reliable in his vicious denial.

“You want me to be sorry for all I’ve done?” He outstretched his arms, giving me a clear shot. “Ghost, I am the total sum of all my soulless deeds. I may go to hell, but I’ll never apologise for making you belong to me.You are mine in every way that matters.”

“As you are mine,” I said, the statement simple, yet all-supreme.

Echo’s face fell, and for the first time since the night before, pure sincerity shone over his face. “No. I will never be yours.”

ECHO

Spencer’s hand tightened on the handle of her blade as her critical green stare shifted in and out of focus. I had given her the truth as I knew it. No matter how much I wanted it, wanted to be hers… I had nothing worthwhile left to give.

“Coward,”she whispered. Then, louder, her tone enhanced with clarity. “You’re a gutless fucking pussy, Echo. Scared of an unknown future that you’re not even willing to fight for.”

“Give it to me, sweetheart, I can take it,” I said with a cocky grin. I didn’t know why I said that—I well and trulycouldn’ttake it, my nerves short-circuiting from the raw true words she was force-feeding down my throat.

As expected, my breathtaking warrior squared up to my bold taunt.When did I become such a masochistic bastard?The easy answer blared me into silence.

If I can’t have her love, I’ll settle for her hate.

Although I’d never admit my dependence, I’d do everything in my power to ensure she remained a persistent presence. Living off what little crumbs she left behind, I’d happily lap them up and impatiently wait for more.

Spencer didn’t disappoint, blasting me in kind, her skin blazing red with rage. “You want to live in the past, go right ahead, but I won’t be there with you. I’m moving on. Stay in your memories. Relive your fucking hurt, pain and trauma on repeat. Because that’s all you’ll have in the end.Regrets!”

She thundered towards her room, an excess of curse words leaving her lips. I moved on autopilot, naturally wanting to pursue.

“Don’t follow me, Echo. I’m serious,” Spencer warned, waving her knife in the air. As if that would be enough of a deterrent for me to stay away. Trails of blood continued to track down my body, but I didn’t care. I was the most alive I’d ever been in my life, and it always came down to her. That bewitching woman with the ferocious tongue of a serpent and a pussy made of the sweetest candy.My kryptonite.

Spencer entered her walk-in closet and slammed the door behind her, the glass vibrating from the impact. I immediately rammed through the barrier, muscles bulging from the inevitable fight. Then, she was on me, around me, fucking pushing into me, her heated flesh skating across mine as she shoved me backwards, a long gash slicing down my torso.

“Get the fuck out before I do something I regret. Seriously, Echo, get the fuck gone. I’m not keeping you!”

I didn’t know whether it was the added pain from my new injury, the sight of my blood splattering over her naked front orthe genuine hatred beaming from her distorted face. No matter our history, I’d never seen her like that.

Which irrevocably snapped the last tether to my dwindling patience. I watched the scene play out as a third party, unable to control my body as it moved without instruction while malice spat from my mouth without a command.

“Why the fuck should I leave?! This is my home,not yours. Invading my space, my brain, every fucking inch of my goddamn life.Why couldn’t you stay dead?”

My Variant ignited without a trigger from me, the endless tunnel of rage unintentionally bringing my ability forth as protection, causing infrasound to puncture her skin with the pressure of a million spiked barbs, resulting in acute pain.

Spencer grew rigid from the sensation. I had only ever used my Variant to give her blinding pleasure. It was the first time I’d ever used an offensive manoeuvre on her. Accident or not, I fuckinghatedmyself for it.

Spencer held firm, stance aggressive, expression frigid, grip tight on the knife handle held high between us. “Say it again,” she said. There she stood, a fierce, ferocious fucking goddess. “I fucking dare you, Echo. Because I swear, you say one more word against me, and I will leave andnevercome back.”

Her statement triggered my hands to cup her face and pull her mouth to mine.

It wasn’t a kiss, it was a claiming.

My lips synchronised with hers, tongues clashing for dominance. I pushed her against the wall, pressing between her legs, my flesh igniting from every inch of contact where her body touched mine. I was a gluttonous fool as I fed on whatever she was willing to give.

Distantly, I processed the tip of her knife digging into my abs, the pain inciting our joint pleasure to immeasurable heights. Her moans mixed with mine as her free hand raked downmy back, nails carving grooves down my spine, adding to my multitude of injuries. The assault drove me crazy, since all I could process was that I was fucking desperate for more.

I kissed, devoured and explored her until I erased those words from her lips, swallowing them down alongside her lustful whimpers.

Our mouths disconnected, only with enough distance to breathe the same air.

I wanted no one else—nothing else in my life, only her. The alarming revelation resounded with noxious intent, and I wanted to pummel her into the ground from the unwanted reliance.

So, before my stunned brain could compute the significance, I spoke without regard, without remorse.

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