Page 21 of Such A Bad Girl

I knew I’d never be able to have her for myself. Our lips would probably never meet again.

My desire for Everleigh’s sweet velvety flesh overwhelmed me on a daily basis.

I knew that if I had a taste of her, I’d never be able to resist again.

The possibilities soared in my head. What if she did join the temple? What if I kept my hood on? If she didn’t know it was me she was interacting with? Would that solve everything?

Maybe this was the solution to the torture I’d been enduring. Her presence in the temple would mean that I could deal with those feelings by stepping in and touching her when I could, tasting her and pleasing her until she writhed helplessly beneath me.

I’d never fucking admit how much I wanted that, even to myself.

If she joined, I’d make sure to keep things under control. I’d never go too far. As much as I wanted to sink my cock deep inside of that sweet, beautiful pussy that I was sure would taste so amazing — fuck I wanted it so badly I could almost die from the yearning — I still wouldn’t do it.

If I was going to experience the pleasure of being completely enveloped in Everleigh’s pussy, I was going to make damned sure she was looking right into my eyes when I did.

I needed her to know it was me.

I needed her to know what that would mean to me.

I needed her to know what she meant to me.

Until then, I’d spend my time with Mae and pretend it was Everleigh until I could have the real thing.

Chapter Ten

EVERLEIGH

Iwas completely satiated and physically satisfied beyond belief. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel Theo’s mouth on me. I was thrilled. He’d left me shuddering and shaking in a way that nobody else had done so far. God, I hoped he was there next time.

I was still buzzed from his mouth on me, and the last thing I needed was this fucking text ruining my high.

One of these things is not like the other…

My heart beat wildly as I stared down at the text message.

Clicking on the attached photo, my eyes widened at the image of the front page of the Austin American Statesman from August 2013.

The headline made me shudder: “Fourth body found in Town Lake. Police Search for Serial Killer.”

“What the fuck,” I muttered, as I sat behind the wheel of my Porsche. I was parked outside the Hush Hush Club, debating what to do. My breath quickened.

I’d gotten a few vague texts in the last few weeks. I’d ignored them, chalking it up to the usual crazy-fan nonsense. After all, this wasn’t the first time someone had gotten ahold of my private cell number. I had to change it often, even though it was listed under a fake name.

But this time it was different. A little too close to home.

For this one, I needed to consider a few other options besides ignoring it.

I could reply, which seemed like a terrible idea for a myriad of reasons.

Or, I could call my brother, West, and tell him about it. And all the other ones I’d received before this. I knew, without a doubt, that option would lead to a whole hell of a lot of questions that I didn’t want to answer. At least not truthfully. Not to him, of all people.

My relationship with West was plagued by the typical big brother/little sister dynamic, and it annoyed the fuck out of me. I thought he was an overprotective busybody, and he thought I was a spoiled brat.

So telling him was out of the question.

Which led me to my last option.

It seemed like the most obvious, considering he was a part of the biggest secret of my life. I hated it because it would require me to have a longer than normal conversation with Theo.

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