Page 43 of Darkness Tempt Me
He immediately sent emails and texts to his friends and family, stating that he would be MIA for about a week, but I think it was just a ploy, because after messaging everyone, he shut off his phone. He even left his car here. Just poof.Gone. I’m surprised that he didn’t take his brother with him, but I have a feeling that deep down, he knows I would never hurt his brother.
The fact that the cops haven’t sent SWAT after my ass probably means I’m safe. Peyton hasn’t told anyone. I might still have access to my secure network from my laptop, but I don’t have any way of tracking my burner phone’s location. Only Hunter can do that. We purposely set it up this way in case one of us was in trouble, or one of us was discovered. Only his burner phone can track mine and vice versa.
I pull up the network with my laptop and suck in a deep breath when notifications pop up. I spot the reason immediately. Peyton has watched several of our kills. Fuck, what must he think? My eyes scan the videos, and I pause when I notice there’s one video he’s watched multiple times.
Jimmy Melton.
My heart races when the notification pings, and the same video is playing again. Peyton is currently watching me kill the man who abused him for years.Fuck. He shouldn’t be watching this. It’s one thing to wish your abusive ex dead, but it’s something else entirely to watch someone you know kill said ex. The crazy urge to find him and wrap him up in my arms is strong. I want to hold him and keep him safe.
But how can I keep him safe when the monster is me?
The next morning, I give up when I realize I’m in over my head and I need help. My emotions are running high. The man I married has found out his husband is a killer. He has access to all our kills. And it’s not just my kills; it’s Hunter’s too. Hopefully, Peyton thinks I’m the only one. But it’s only a matter of time before he discovers a kill that took place when Pey and I were out of the country.
I dial Hunter’s number since he’s the only one who can track the burner phone. “Hey, Mavik. What’s up? Shouldn’t you be on your honeymoon right about now? Is Peyton already tired of your ass?”
“Hunt,” I say seriously. “We have a situation.” It only takes me a few moments to explain. He’s cursing the whole time, and I can hear him tapping furiously on his laptop.
After several tense minutes, Hunter barks out a laugh. “I never gave your husband enough credit. He’s smart.”
“Where is he, Hunter?” I ask. My voice is rough with anger and something else.
“Your mother’s place. The little minx has been hiding out at Mommy Dearest’s place while she vacations here with me in Italy.”
My heart races with nerves and excitement. “I’ll take care of this.”
“You’d better.” Hunter’s voice turns deadly. “And if you don’t, I’ll take care of him myself.”
Rage boils through me, and I snap. “I said I’ll take care of him. Lay a fucking finger on him, Hunt, and you’re dead. You hear me?”
Hunter laughs, but there isn’t any humor in it. “I hope you know what the fuck you’re doing, brother.”
I sigh.
Fuck. So do I.
It only takes me about fifteen minutes to get to my mother’s place. The sun is setting, casting a beautiful contrast of light and shadows among the tree branches.
Sliding out of the car, I slip my skull mask on and quietly close the door so I don’t alert Peyton. The nice thing about my mother’s place is that it’s secluded enough with nothing but a strip of forest behind her, but there are still neighbors close enough that if they decided to pop by my mother’s unannounced, it’s probably better that I conceal my face.
Sticking close to the house, I peer through the windows just like I’ve done hundreds of times while spying on my pretty little assistant. It’s different this time, though. When he sees my mask, he’ll know it’s me. I peer through every window carefully, frustrated when I don’t spot him. He isn’t in the living room, the kitchen, or my mother’s bedroom. That only leaves a bathroom, the guest bedroom, and the dining room.
I’m surprised when I notice that the curtains of the guest bedroom are wide open. Of course he’s in there. He probably didn’t want to bother my mother by messing up her bed, instead opting to stay in the spare room.
As soon as I glance inside, I freeze.
Peyton is sprawled out on the bed in nothing but lingerie. His hand strokes his hard cock lazily, but what surprises me the most is the fact that he’s jerking off while watching a video play on my burner phone. It slams into me. I know exactly which video he’s watching. The video of me strangling his ex with my bare hands.
Looks as though my sweet little Peyton isn’t as innocent as I thought.
Fuck. Me.
He’s gorgeous like this, writhing on the bed like a tempting gift from the devil. I never could’ve imagined this reaction. I move closer, and sure enough, I can kind of make out what’s happening on the phone screen through the closet mirror next to him.
When my fingers wrap around his ex’s neck, Peyton lets go of his cock and uses that hand to wrap his own fingers around his neck. I know he’s imagining that it’s me cutting off his circulation and pleasuring him. The sight is so fucking intoxicating. I want to barge through the house and fuck him just like this.
But then, Peyton drops the phone and resumes stroking himself. And just when I couldn’t think this image couldn’t get any more tempting, he stares at the window. Almost as if he’s searching. Waiting.
He’s looking for me. For his masked lover to make an appearance. So, I give him exactly what he wants. I use the flashlight on my phone to illuminate my mask and step even closer to the window.
