Page 60 of Lonely
I drove my forehead into his with everything I had.
He fell back, crashing to the ground, and it took me a few seconds to realize what the hell had happened.
I cursed as I palmed my pounding forehead and struggled to my feet.
That fucking hurt!
The room spun on its axis.
Catching myself on the bookshelf, I shook my head, trying to clear the haze.
“You’re never leaving me,” I said when he touched his hand to his temple and grimaced in pain. “You’re never walking away from me.”
He glared, and I grabbed the gun from one of the boxes on the bookshelf.
I threw the box to the floor, aimed the weapon at his chest, and pulled back on the hammer. “You’re mine, Carter. I won’t let you go.”
“So, this is what you do?” He got to his feet and stalked closer with his hands on his narrow hips. “I’m not the first, am I?”
“No, but you’re my favorite.”
“Your favorite?” A bitter smile peeked out. “You single out patients to prey on. Seduce them. And if that doesn’t work, you drug and assault them until they’re ready to do anything to get out.Anything.”
He stopped before me and stared into my eyes. The barrel dug into his chest, but he never faltered. “And then you bring them back here and kill them.”
“You were my favorite,” I whispered, my heart pounding in the silence.
“Were,”he noted. “Tomorrow, after you fuck my corpse like you did Andersen’s, you’ll return to work and hunt for a new target.” He slowly sank to his knees. “But you’ll never find another me. No one will fight you like I will. No one else will make you feel alive.”
With my heart in my throat, I pressed the gun to his forehead, between his brows.
My dick grew hard at the look in his eyes. The others had been scared, but Carter smirked at me like he had a secret,something I didn’t know. Even at the brink of death, he challenged me.
“What are you thinking about, Carter?”
One hand glided up my leg and cupped me through my pants. “Shoot me.”
I hummed, dragging the gun across his temple and down his cheek before using it to tip his chin. “Are you scared?”
“Of an old, pathetic man like you?” His smile was mesmerizing.
I have a secret.
My cock filled with blood and I wanted to do so many filthy things to him.
“I don’t fear you because I know how this ends,” he said. “I knew this day would come.”
His emerald eyes gleamed.
“You think I’m playing to your tune, but no. All this time, you played to mine.”
In one smooth motion, he pulled a scalpel from his pocket and severed my Achilles heel, swiping the blade quickly across the back of my ankle as he lifted my pant leg.
Faster than I could react.
A searing pain spread through me as I collapsed to the floor, and a guttural scream filled the room. Panting, I pressed my hand to the torn tendon, trying not to pass out.
A river of blood pooled beneath me as Carter snatched the dropped gun and aimed it at me.
