Page 57 of Twisted Violet

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“Good girl,” I murmur, the word more vibration than sound.

Her breath stutters, then she moans, quiet and strangled, as she grinds down harder.

I feel her everywhere. In the heat seeping through both our clothes. In the way her fingers dig into my shoulder. In the tremble that runs down her spine when she starts to fall apart.

She moves one last time, grinding right against the thick shaft of my cock, andinstantly shatters.

Her whole body locks up. A low gasp slips from her lips as she comes, and her eyes roll back as she trembles.

She buries her face in my chest, and I just hold her. Tighter than I should.

I didn’t finish, but I don’t care, because this…

Her.

Wrapped around me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded?

It’s everything.

And right now, I don’t feel like a killer.

Or a ghost. Or a fucking monster.

I just feel likehers.

TWENTY

VIOLET

I wakeup to the sound of steady breathing and the low whir of a fan somewhere overhead.

For a second, I forget where I am.

Then I feel it. The warmth behind me. The press of a chest against my spine. The rise and fall of Niko’s breath at the back of my neck.

His arm is slung across my waist. His palm rests low. Too low.

Right over the tattoo.

My pulse skips.

I forgot to cover it.

A cold weight drops into my stomach.

I try not to move, try not to breathe, but I can already feel the panic tightening in my chest. Crawling in slow, itchy spirals underneath my skin.

If he hasn’t already, Niko is going to notice it.

It’s still dark in here, but thelettering is big, inked in thick black lines just below my navel. Written in that monster’s handwriting.

Slanted. Possessive.Ugly.

MINE.

He etched that word into my skin like he owned me.

Not like a person, not even like a pet, like a thing.

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