Page 28 of Absentia Mori

I nod. “Well, that’s shit luck. I’m sorry. But if you scream like that again, you’re going to give me a fucking heart attack.”

She giggles as if the thought of me keeling over is the most delightful thing she’s ever imagined. “Meow.”

I don’t even know how to respond to that.Please just go away so I can carry on with my shit day in peace.

“Usually, you have to scream back to get her to calm down.”

“What?” I turn to see Mordecai leaning against the wall. When I turn back, the little ghost girl is gone.

“We call her Kitty for obvious reasons. No one knows her real name. Not even her. She’s been in here a very long time.”

He crosses the hall to me, and every inch of my body bristles with electricity, alive with need and craving for his proximity.

“Any other psycho spirits I should be aware of?” I huff. Fuck, his lips are so soft looking. I just want to suck and nibble on them.

“Like I’m going to tellyou. Have you forgotten how much we hate you? Or are you so full of yourself that you can’t fathom anyone not kissing the ground you walk on?” He inches closer, and my heart races.

My cheeks flush and burn as I notice the way his muscles flex and constrict with each step he takes toward me. The way his eyes glaze when they meet mine. He can hate me all he wants, but he can’t deny the tension between us is laced with hunger.

I blow out a deep breath. “Fine. Fuck off then.”

As I turn to storm off, he grabs me by the arm and nudges me back against the wall. “Don’t walk away from me.”

My chest heaves, and my nipples pebble as he glares down at me. “Or what? What are you going to do, Mordecai? Your empty threats are starting to bore me.”

He snarls, revealing his metal grill. Somehow the more unhinged he looks, the hotter he becomes. He wraps a hand around my throat. “This.”

I gasp as he squeezes harder, restricting the airflow to my lungs. I claw at his hand. The more I struggle, the darker his eyes get, and the wider his sadistic grin turns up the corners of his mouth.

“What was that? I can’t hear you. Still bored?” he growls.

Stars blur my vision.Fuck, he’s going to kill me.I drag my nails down his arms, scratching him as hard as I can with what little life I have left in me. He snickers as he lets go of my throat and pins my arms up above my head.

I pant for breath, my lungs burning as fresh oxygen fills them. I blink my eyes a few times to clear the dizziness.

Mordecai presses his body against mine. “Now you know that your life is in my hands. I can end it whenever the fuck I want to.”

My nipples harden against his chest, aroused by the heat between us. “Then why haven’t you?” I shouldn’t taunt him again, but I’m addicted to seeing him unravel. Hate is a powerful emotion but so is lust. As much as he denies he doesn’t want me, the more I can see that he does.

His grip on my wrists tightens. He nuzzles my neck, sniffing me out like a bloodhound. I try not to whimper when his lips brush my cheek as he makes his way to my ear. He whispers, “Because I love the thrill of the chase, princess. I live to terrorize you until you feel nothing but misery.”

I shudder as his warm breath tickles my ear. “I don’t believe you… I think you’re obsessed with me.”

His cock twitches against my thigh. “Be careful, Lib… You have no idea who I am. The sick perverse things I’m into. If you try to seduce a monster, you might just become one yourself.”

Fucking hell. If he’s trying to scare me off, it’s having the opposite effect. I arch my hips into his. “Maybe we’re not as different as you think.”

He looks down between us, fixated on the way our hips fit together. His throat bobs as he licks his lips, his resolve fading.His hunger growing. “Don’t tempt the devil unless you’re ready to surrender your soul to him.”

My breath quickens, and my clit tingles. I want to drown in this man’s darkness. “Who says the devil is ahe? Maybe I’m the one collecting souls.”

He takes my earlobe between his teeth. I wince as it’s still tender from the last time he bit it. “One night with me, and you’ll run screaming for your life.You’ll beg me for mercy.”

I shudder as another spasm rolls through my pussy. Moisture leaks out onto my panties. There’s something seriously wrong with me because I want him to keep biting me. To draw blood. I will let him do anything he wants to me. Even if it kills me in the end.

“I won’t,” I rasp. “I’ll be a good girl.”

He snickers. “But I don’t want you. Remember? Worry less about my cock and more about my hands around your throat.”

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