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She screams.

“Beg.”

Pressing the hot metal into her flesh, I slam into her again and again.

“Your pussy loves the feel of my fire scorching your skin.”

“No. No. No.” She repeats.

Yet her pussy grips my dick. Her ass swivels into me. Her thrust meets mine.

“You little fucking liar.”

Dropping the lighter I look down at my work. Red welts cover her back. Using both hands I hold her to the floor and fuck her harder. The knees of her stockings rip. Her shirt has burn holes. Her face is soaked with my come and tears. Yet we fuck and fuck until neither of us can kneel on the cold hard concrete. She soaks my dick, dripping down her legs from her pussy, she pulls another orgasm out of me. Chest heaving, black spots fill my vision.

Laying over her back, my mouth presses against her ear.

“Your soul belongs to me, killer. We were forged in the flames of hell and now I’ll never let you go.”

“I’ll kill you.” She says. So low she must think I can’t hear her.

I let out a low deep laugh. “Even in death I’ll be with you. Hell itself couldn’t keep me away from you, I’ll consume every part of you. In this life and the next.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

KENNA

Sliding lower into the ice bath, my muscles relax with the soothing numbness. The pain spreading across my back eases, now that it’s been twenty-four hours. I stayed in my room all day yesterday laying in bed claiming to be sick. But today Ally wants to go dress shopping, so I have decided to ice my body before we leave. I’m pissed that a backless dress is out of the question now that my lower back and sides are scarred with burns. My first instinct is to hide the scars he scorched into my flesh but a deeper, darker, part of me craves more.

Have you ever been betrayed by your own body? Your mind craving something you know should be wrong. I have. I’ve been ignoring my phone, not that it’s rang, sitting on my bed dead. Shadow hasn’t sent me anything in two days, so I’m guessing he thinks his little message worked and scared me off or made me run far away from the boys, but he’d be wrong. The Stone brothers are family no matter what and family comes first. I’d like to cut them open while stitching them back together, but every family is dysfunctional.

What shocks me most is that they actually fucking believe I dug up a grave. A grave that belongs to my best friend. Only a sick, twisted, fuck would do that. Paige’s hand was rotten and decomposed in that box, her snake tattoo on her finger still intact, but it was still her hand. My stomach turns at the mental reminder. Ally has been floating around the apartment for two days in a chipper mood, even though West hasn’t been by to waive his dick stick around. When she bounced into my room yesterday begging me to go shopping, it was with the promise of lunch and after shopping ice cream that sold me.

She said that she has a date to the ball, someone that doesn’t go by the name West Stone, so this is going to be interesting. After last night I decided that following Rykers rules wasn’t an option. My thirst for him may be growing but I know my worth, so I’ve decided to bring a date of my own. One I know who will be able to hold his own against Ryker if it comes to that. Dipping lower in the water, my lips start to quiver from the ice water now over my chest up to my neck.

“Oooh shit that’s cold.”

Knowing the health risks of going underwater for too long during an ice bath, I quickly dip under and come back up within five seconds. My left side aches from the muscle spasms, but I plan on stretching before doing anything else today. Pulling the tub stopper out of the drain, I sit there letting my thoughts run wild while watching the water slowly disappear. My father’s words mix together with the hate Ryker spewed at me last night. I need to talk to them face to face and get to the bottom of things. We’ll never truly figure anything out if we don’t talk.

Stepping out of the tub, I grab my large white fluffy towel that wraps fully around me and tie it over the top of my left boob. Letting my hair air dry, I just dab the bottom to keep it fromdripping and head into my room to get dressed. Pushing my door shut with the heel of my foot I let the towel drop to the floor. Ditching it to air dry. Double checking to make sure my curtains are closed, I walk to my closet for clothes. After picking out a loose fitted shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans with rips up the thighs, I grab some burn ointment. I manage to get most of them, but the one in the middle of my spine is hard to reach.

It only takes me a good thirty minutes to get ready before Ally is knocking at my door rushing me out the room.

“I’m driving!” She sings.

Rolling my eyes I look over my shoulder with a ‘with what’look.

Holding her hand out, she makes a grabbing motion for my keys.

“Oh no…” I laugh.

“Oh yes.” She reaches for my purse, but I dodge her grubby hands and dash for the door. She’s gotten faster and manages to grab my arm stopping me.

My mind immediately flashes to my back, the fear of her bumping into me or rubbing against them causes me to drop the keys into her hand. Her perfectly plucked eyebrows raise, assessing me.

Shrugging I smirk, “This just means I have a head start looking at dresses on sale.” I say.

Reaching into my purse I search around for my phone, but don’t feel it. Propping the tan bag up on my knee, I open it to reveal a missing phone.

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