Page 34 of The Silent Night Stalker
“Is that a fact?”
“Yep.” I finger the pretty cross resting in the notch between his clavicles. “Do you believe?”
“No. Not anymore.”
“Then why do you wear this?”
“It was my last gift from Enrique. I wear it for him.”
I nod thoughtfully, wishing I’d gotten such pretty gifts for Christmas instead of rotting mutilations and gore.
“Do you believe?” he asks me. “It seems you do.”
“Yes.”
“Why, after all you’ve been through?”
“Because he helped me escape my abuse. Because he brought me to you.”
“That was all you.”
I glance at his dark eyes, watching me with curiosity, not disdain, discomfort, or awkwardness like so many other people who get to know me. “No, he set me on a path. He put you in my path for a reason.”
He says nothing. I like that he doesn’t argue with me, even if he’s a non-believer. I let go of his cross, allowing my hands to travel along his torso and chest. His skin is incredibly smooth, but his body is as hard as a rock. There’s no give in his muscles when you press down on them with your fingers. “I want you to do those naughty things to me.”
Enzo suddenly sits up, taking me with him, and suddenly I’m the one onmyback. This is much better. I like his controlling me because it shows how much he wants me, too. He’s heavy as he straddles my thighs, but I don’t care. It’s a comforting weight.
“What naughty things? Be specific, Con. I want to hear the words spilling from your mouth.”
“I-I want to be kissed, sucked, licked, bent over, railed, spread, pounded, rimmed, controlled, bred, nipples bitten, fingered, toys used on me, gagged with your cock, cum on my face, pissed on… Uhm, what else?”
Enzo throws back his head and laughs before glancing back down at me. He’s not making fun of me, not like Steve used to do in his cruelty. Enzo’s eyes are kind and affectionate, and his fingers gently brush away the bangs from my face. “Sorry, I just find it funny since I have yet to hear you say one bad word.” He leans down and grazes my throat with his nose, then hovers his face near mine. “It seems you’ve got it all figured out.”
I quickly nod with a burning face. “I watch alotof porn.” Seriously, my heart is full. He didn’t once make fun of me for my choices. “C-can we do those things?”
“If that’s what you want, Little Bird. Damn… you’re going to make a fun little bottom.”
He pins my hands down on the couch, leans forward, and kisses me again. It’s harder and more forceful, making it kind of hard to breathe, like he’s sucking the oxygen right out of my lungs, but I don’t care.
God, I can’t believe he’s really kissing me. It’s better than I ever imagined. The first time I got kissed, it was awkward and too fast. But this right now is pure magic.
Enzo pulls away way too soon and climbs off me. Before the disappointment takes over, he reaches his hand out to me. I take it, and he effortlessly hefts me up to stand. He doesn’t let go of it as he drags me to the back of his house and into his bedroom.
His room is so much nicer than mine. Then again, he cares about his house. I didn’t get a good look at it last time, being in the dark and trying to…
The memory stops me in my tracks. God, to think I nearly killed him. If I’d been successful, I wouldn’t be having this moment with him. The thought slams straight into my gut, leaving me breathless, and I feel the ever-familiar rise of anxiety.
What have I done?
Then, the doubt creeps in. Was I wrong about the others, too?
My face and pits break out in a sweat, and my body starts shaking violently.
Large, gentle hands grasp my face. Enzo forces me to look up at him, his eyes full of concern. Concern about me.Me. Someone who nearly took his life. It makes me want to cry.
“What just happened?” he asks.
I grasp his wrists, not to pry him off, but to stay connected to him.
