Page 69 of Darkest Deception

No.

I don’t want to admit it, but what good will it do?

Ambrose.

You’ve bewitched me.

You’ve ruined me.

You’ve made me mad for you. You’ve caught the eye of a killer, a hacker, and a man whom you may never have.

I don’t stay in one place. I need to be untraceable. If I were to settle in London, in such a populated city, it would mean being alert at all times.

Why am I considering settling in such a dangerous city for a woman I’m supposed to hate?

I’m addicted to her small gasps of shock, her looks of puzzlement, her laugh.

My head falls back as my hand travels down until I grip my aching cock.

How would she look, wet hair, legs wrapped around my hips, her breasts bouncing as I pounded into her, her soft moans echoing in my ears?

My hand pumps harder as I imagine her grabbing my face and kissing me, hard, then soft, teasing me and bringing me to the edge as I fuck her into believing it is only me for her.

Her only saviour. Her only tormentor. Her only darkness.

And Ambrose?

She would be my emerald.

Mine.

I gasp when my stomach tightens, my muscles flexing, pulling me to reality. I slam my eyes open with a revelation just as my teeth grit and I release.

I know she is my doom.

She is my destruction.

She is my darkest desire. And once she realises who I am, what I am, she will try to run, but I won’t let her.

Serpents never let their prey go; they twist and tighten around them until they suffocate.

23

It’s May, mid spring. It’s Aurora’s birthday.

She got married last year, right after her birthday. It’s been a year now.

I stand in front of Remo’s house, gazing up at the mansion that puts the Torre mansion to shame. It doesn’t feel cold, like my house. It doesn’t look intimidating, like it might swallow you when you step inside.

It looks lively, warm, and inviting.

Peering past the gates, I can see cars lined up, and if I know my sister, I know she will have a birthday party at home with her friends.

My hands juggle the box I am holding, a small present for my sister, as longing wraps around my heart. I’ve bought her a present every year. Standing out here for the past thirty minutes is proof enough that I will not be giving this one to her either.

I’m proud of who she is now. Proud that she managed to come out the same person she always was.

Opening the passenger door of my car, I place the gift back inside and shut the door before looking back up at the mansion. The driveway leads up to the front door of the house, but it’s caged with a gate and a buzzer next to it. Security lines the house’s perimeter.

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