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Swallowing down my desire, I obey, using my finger to push everything further into her tight cunt. I’m almost to my second knuckle when her hands fly down and grip my wrist, keeping me from going further. “Doesn’t…doesn’t need to go in my uterus, Kage, even though it seems like you’re obsessed with that.”
Her voice has changed, her tone one of dark desire I recognize. She liked when I fingered her, at least for a little bit. I think she likes this right now, but as much as I want to make her come again, I also don’t want to fuck up and not have her talk to me for three more months.
I enjoy her company too much to risk anything by letting my impulses win.
“Pull the plastic out,” she commands quietly. I reverently obey, watching as the string slips through the blue and dangles as it did before. “Good.”
Good.
That one little word said in the sweetest voice I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing sinks into my psyche like a seed and blossoms in my heart like a field of wildflowers.Good. I did something good. Tears well in my eyes and make my throat burn.Good. No one has ever told me I was good. No one has ever told me I’ve done something good.
And now I’ll crave that praise from her lips even when I’m in a coffin six feet under.
My eyes flick to hers, and I toss the plastic sheath over my shoulder. Rising up onto my knees, my fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs again. Our eyes search one another’s in the dimness of this dingy basement, both of us searching for something; me, for her approval, and her, for the truth, however fucked up it may be.
I owe the truth to Summer, and I’ll give it to her. Just…not yet. I want to live in the delusion that she and I are normal for just a little longer before I ruin it with the scars of my past. She’ll hate me for making her a target. She’ll loathe me for taking her away from her life and putting her in danger, even though I did this to save her. I never want her to know the evil that surrounds the periphery of my life.
“I’m…I’m cold, Kage,” she whispers, breaking the heavy silence and the intimacy of our eye contact. Nodding, I smooth my palms up her thighs before wrapping my fingers around the bones of her hips. Standing and lifting her in one fluid motion, she yelps and flails, falling forward and pressing her hands to my shoulders to find her balance. I chuckle, though the sound is strained and raspy.
The fucker who is my father couldn’t completely silence me; I fought him and Carter so hard they both bear scars from the day I lost my voice.
She stares down at me, legs dangling, toes hitting my thighs as her curtain of thick, curly hair casts us both in shadow. “I’m too heavy,” she says after a moment, pushing against my shoulders. “Put me…put me down.”
I scoff and shake my head.Heavy? I carried her dead weight all over California the night I kidnapped her. She was hardly heavy then, and she’s barely heavy now. Annoyed, I toss her up in the air slightly to the delicious sound of her surprised yelpbefore I catch the globes of her ass and force her legs around my hips, our noses almost touching.
Perfect circles of blood paint her cheeks in embarrassment. She may not be a virgin like I am, but there’s an innocence to her that’s undeniable and quite adorable. She thinks too much about what others think of her. If only she knew I’d walk across a desert of broken glass just to see her genuinely smile at me.
Her fingers slip down to my pecs, her eyes following the trail of raised flesh she leaves behind. She’s touching me and not gagging, and my lower stomach tenses with the need to come, but I refuse to blow my load like that again.
My cum’s place is in her cunt and nowhere else.
Her lips press into a thin line as her thumb gently circles the mark on my chest, a symbol denoting what family I belong to, a cage trapping me in my body and binding me to my past. I hate that tattoo and all it stands for, and when her eyes find mine, she recoils slightly at the darkness I can’t reign in.
“You don’t like this?” she asks softly, her sweet breath fanning my face. If I could groan in ecstasy, I would. My cock is about to fall off and jack itself, but I relish the torture this woman presents; my soul undoubtedly deserves it.
I shake my head sternly. She glances down at it again. “You could get it covered.”
Says the girl with a fear of commitmentandneedles. I stalked her long enough to learn to read between the lines, and Summer hates the idea of being tied down. In the same breath, she craves being alone—being herself and not who she has to be for the world.
I shake my head softly. Covering it would only push that wretched ink deeper into my soul. I’ve always promised myself I’d cut it out once I killed Carter and then my father. It can burn alongside their bodies.
“Why…” she breathes and then stops, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood. My nostrils flare and my eyes widen. We both heard it, then, the unmistakable creak of a floorboard above us. The house settles so often being this old that I usually brush off any strange noises, but the way wood planks rub against one another when substantial weight is placed upon them isn’t one of those quirky, old house sounds.
It’s a sound that means my worst fear is coming true.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
SUMMER
Kage’s eyesgo from shocked to absolutely lethal in less than a second, and another jolt of terror zings through me, stealing the breath from my lungs. He’s two people in one—a teasing boy and a demon from hell. Still holding me, he takes a step back toward the staircase, though right now I think I’m gripping him far harder than he is me.
“Don’t…Kage…don’t gotowardthe noise!” I hiss, voice squeaking in panic. His eyes cut to mine like a knife, and he cocks his head slightly, as if to warn me against speaking. His sternness and fear only heightens mine, and my anxiety skyrockets to the point my chest begins to ache. On the verge of an attack, my breathing becomes rough and fast, and Kage releases one butt cheek to slap his palm over my lips.
Only making my panic worse, naturally.
My nails claw at his wrist, and I twist around in his grasp, fighting to get free so I can…what? Hide? From an intruder? In my kidnapper’s basement?
This whole scenario is fucked.
