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This was where I was meant to be. I knew it then. To be honest, I’d known it the moment Elias had tried to threaten me, the very second he’d tried to get me to leave. I’d known there was more to him than met the eye. It was as if the rot had been telling me I’d found my perfect match—something I never thought possible.

All my life, I’d thought, surely there was no one out there who could match me, no one who could be just as vile and despicable and horrible as me. No one who could plan the things I’d done, no one who could go through with it and not lose a moment’s sleep in the aftermath.

I guess I was a psychopath after all, huh?

My breathing grew short and rapid, and I struggled to fill my lungs with Elias between my legs. He divided his time between flicking that tongue over my clit and sucking on it. It didn’t matter what he did; everything felt good. If Elias was involved, I was on cloud nine automatically. The guy could take a knife and dig it into my flesh and I’d still come, I bet.

I could feel the orgasm building within me, knew it was only a matter of time until it swept through me in an undeniable wave, but when Elias pushed a finger inside my pussy, whatever had been holding back the gates let go. I came with his mouth on my clit and his finger pumping in and out of my pussy.

The only thing that stopped me from crying out was the fact that I bit my bottom lip to stifle the sound. My muscles tensed, my body wracked with heated pleasure. Everything in me ceased to matter in that moment; all that mattered to me was Elias.

Elias. He was mine. I was his. We would remain that way forever. I wouldn’t let anyone take him from me.

Elias tore his mouth off my clit, slow to pull his finger out of my core. He crawled up to me, offering me the finger that had just been inside of me. Even in the dark, I could see the expectant look on his face, and so I did what he wanted me to do: I took that finger into my mouth and licked it clean, tasting myself on that digit.

“Good girl,” he whispered, notes of approval in his deep, husky voice as he pulled his finger out of my mouth. “Now I’m going to fuck you nice and hard. You better not make a sound tonight.” The approval turned into a threatening tone, and for a split second, I caught myself wondering what he’d do if I did make a noise.

Would he leave? Would he wrap his hand around my neck and choke me into silence? Or would he use something to gag me, so any sounds that left me would be too muffled to hear?

But I wouldn’t. I’d be quiet. I could be good, if I was being good for Elias. No one else had ever made me want to be good before. Guess there was a first time for everything.

He used his knee to spread my thighs further apart, and then he positioned himself. I could feel his bulbous tip prodding my entrance, and I set my hands on his sides when I felt his hips bear down and his cock push inside of me.

I wanted to moan. I wanted to show Elias through non-words that he felt spectacular inside me, that my pussy was always where that cock was supposed to be. I barely managed to hold myself back and keep the sounds swallowed up inside.

Elias let out a panted breath, his body rocking with hard, purposeful movements as he pumped his cock in and out of me. The bed shook below us from the strength of his fucking, but I took every harsh thrust of those hips with greedy glee. I’d take whatever he wanted to give me. Not a single complaint would ever escape my lips when it came to this one. Everything about him was deliciously sinful and wicked… and he was mine.

“Fuck,” Elias whispered, his body blocking out the rest of the room. “You feel so fucking good, Sloane. It’s like your cunt was made for me.” It wasn’t the first time he’d praised how I felt wrapped around his length, and it probably wouldn’t be the last—but damn it, hearing him say it filled me with an unrivaled, unparalleled sense of satisfaction.

He withdrew his cock from my pussy, moving back enough so he could grab me by my sides and flip me over to my stomach. He gripped me by the hips and pulled my body back so that I was on my knees for him, doggy-style. Elias’s hard body shuddered with pleasure when he pushed his cock into me again from behind.

With my head face-down to the pillow, I allowed myself the respite to let out a sigh of contentment. Coming from behind, with his hands on my hips, it was like his cock could push even deeper inside.

Oh, yes. God, yes.I wanted that cock every which way. I wanted it to fuck me long and hard. I wanted Elias to never leave my bed. Hell, I wanted so many things in that moment, things that any god would turn their eyes from.

We were sinners. We were monsters. We were everything normal people never aspired to be, and that’s what made us perfect for each other. I needed Elias to see that, needed him to know he never had to worry about any other guy. I only had eyes for him.

Elias was true to his word. He fucked me long and hard. I didn’t know how long it took for him to come, but he had to have been striving against it, fighting the orgasm building within him this entire time.

When he came, he pounded his cock deep into me from behind, grunting out a low noise. His fingers tensed on my sides, digging into my hips so hard it might be painful if I’d have been one to feel pain. His cock emptied inside of me, filling me up with his cum, marking me as his once more.

We weren’t done after that. Oh, no. Elias had me every which way. He gave his cock a good workout, let’s just say. By the time we were done, my bed and my sheets would be full of our sweat and whatever cum of his had leaked out of me.

Elias stayed in my bed until four in the morning, when he begrudgingly got up, gathered his clothes, and left—all so his mother wouldn’t catch us in bed together.

I supposed it was a good thing, for her to not see. I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize my place here with Elias. If that meant we would have to sneak around forever, then that’s what it meant. Anything that would be a hassle for anyone else would be something I was more than willing to do if it meant I got to stay here with him.

I got dressed in the same clothes Elias had torn off me and crawled back into bed, waiting for someone to come visit me once sunrise came along. I didn’t doubt my aunt would say it would be okay for me to stay home from school today, maybe this whole week, while my own mother wouldn’t give a shit what I did.

Facing Dana and the rest of the school after what happened with Jordan wasn’t something I was scared of. No, I didn’t care what Dana and her friends—or anyone else, for that matter—thought about me. I didn’t care what they said. I had my story, and I’d stick to it. Whether or not the rest of the school believed it wasn’t my problem. The only people I had to convince were the cops.

And my aunt. I doubted she’d want a murderer to live with her.

It was a little past six-thirty in the morning when a soft knock on my bedroom door alerted me to someone’s presence. I said, “Come in.”

Aunt Maggie stuck her head in, her dirty blond hair pulled back in a bun. She wore her smocks, meaning she was going into work—probably to make up for the hours she had to take off yesterday. “How are you doing?” she asked gently, moving to sit on the edge of my bed and setting a hand on my arm over the sheets, rubbing it softly. She had no idea that Elias had been in here only hours ago, fucking my brains out.

“I’m okay,” I whispered, still sounding a little sad. Totally fake, of course.

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