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I decide to stay in my room. After what happened with Kris today, I need a little distance between us and time to myself.

"I think I'll be okay here. Thank you for checking the room. I promise not to disturb you again."

Kris cocks his head to the side, "Ivy, you're not a bother. If you need anything, I want you to come to me. All right?" He turns to leave, but only makes it a few steps before stopping. "I'll leave my door open, you're welcome in my bed if you change your mind."

I swallow, feeling a mix of need and uncertainty. Kris sees my hesitation, stepping closer, he kisses me softly. "Goodnight," his warm breath ghosting across my lips. I feel his lips curl into a smile against my skin. He turns to go, leaving me standing here, wanting more. He walks out without another word, shutting the door behind him

Crawling into bed, I wrap myself in the soft comforter, trying to get comfortable. Grabbing my phone from where it's charging on the nightstand, I put in my AirPods and play one of my favorite calming playlists. I need to clear my head, stop thinking about Kris, and let go of the paranoid feelings that I'm being watched.

Chapter 9

Huntsman

I wait, my patience wearing thin as I listen for the soft sounds of her breath, signaling she has fallen into a deep sleep. Quiet as death, I emerge from the shadows of her closet, my tall frame filling the space. My boots scuff lightly on the hardwood floor as I make my way to her bed. The sound seems to echo in the small room, but she doesn't stir.

I want to strangle her for what she's done. Betraying me by whoring herself to Kris fucking Kincaid. I saw what she did. The leather of my gloves creak as my hands clench and unclench at the thought. I'm fighting an inner battle. I want to wrap my hands around her delicate throat, feel her fear, and watch her beautiful eyes go wide.

I stand over her, my anger building, looking down at the stupid bitch sleeping peacefully in her bed. She has no idea of the danger she's in or the rage she's unlocked insideof me. Her pale skin almost glows in the moonlight. I imagine sinking my teeth into that soft flesh, marking her as mine. She's a challenge, a wild creature that needs to be tamed and punished for her disloyalty.

My eyes trace the curves of her body beneath the sheets. Even now, after her betrayal, my body responds to her. It's an infuriating desire that only adds fuel to the fire of my burning fury.

The anger I feel toward her, and myself for still wanting her is palpable. Yet, I can't deny the need I have for her. I remove one glove, then slowly, I pull back the blanket, exposing her sleeping form. My breath catches as I untie the belt of her robe, revealing her soft skin, my eyes trailing over her curves.

I see the marks on her body, the bites and scratches left by Kris. It fuels my fury and my desire. I want to make those marks my own. My gloved hand tightens into a fist at my side as I use my bare hand to stroke myself, my eyes never leaving her body.

The more my pleasure builds, the hotter the anger inside me burns. Yet I can't deny the need I feel for her. It's a battle between my instincts and my fury. I want to own her, but I also want to tear her apart for betraying me.

As my release builds, I think of how I'll mark her, taint her with my touch, and defile her while Kris watches, helpless. I finish myself off on her chest, not caring about the mess. I smear my release across her skin, marking my territory over the traces of Kris.

I almost want to wake her, to see the fear in her eyes as she realizes what I've done, but I resist. Instead, I slide my finger through the mess on her chest, dripping down her tits, and then I rub my come across her lips. When I'm done, I gently pull her robe back over her body, careful to cover her, erasing the evidence of my transgression.

I should kill her.A sinister smile plays on my lips as I imagine her, lifeless, her eyes wide and beautiful even in death. Whether she's dead or alive, it doesn't matter to me. Her body will be mine to take. At least in death she'd be mine alone, and I could have my way with her without worrying about her betrayals. I could keep her forever, preserved in death, untouched by anyone but me. But first, I'll make her pay. I'm going to punish her for her sins against me.

But not yet. My release only served to stoke the fire of my desire and anger. The rage and need coursing through my veins war with one another, each vying for dominance. I yearn for a different kind of release now, one that only death can bring.

I need to kill.

The need to kill is a beast inside of me, a savage, snarling creature that demands blood. I head toward town, eager to scratch the itch. The moon is full and bright, guiding me through the night as I make my way to the only place in this podunk town I can get a drink and a willing cunt, The Tipsy Elk.

At the bar, the usual sluts hang around, their eyes shiny with greed, hoping to latch onto some poor bastard to finance their drink-fueled nights. It's always the same pathetic game. The men with their wallets and the women with their gaping holes, each trading one for the other. At least here, everyone knows the rules.

My eyes land on the bar stool where Tori sits, waiting for me. She's one of the smarter whores, she knows how to play the game. After a while, they all get too attached, and start demanding more from me. But not Tori. She's the perfect fuck toy. Always ready and eager, happy to let me do whatever the fuck I want to her body, and never asking for anything in return.

I sit next to her, signaling the bartender for a drink. Tori leans into me, pressing her tits against my arm, a practiced move that should feel like affection but falls flat. I'm already thinking about how I'll fuck her, rough and hard.

In the back of my mind, there's a buzz, a voice that urges me to go to Ivy. The idea of her being with Kris, maybe even fucking him again, it provokes the beast inside of me. But I push the thought away. I'll deal with her later.

For now, I stand, taking my drink with me, and jerk my head at Tori. She knows the drill. No words, no pleasantries. She follows me to the back of the bar and into the grimy bathroom, locking the door behind us.

It's fucking disgusting in here, but Tori doesn't care. She's already on her knees, tugging at my belt. The bathroom stall is cramped, and reeks of piss and vomit. She's a messy bitch, but she knows what she's doing. It's one of the reasons I keep coming back.

My eyes roll back as her tongue teases me. It's almost like she's starving, and my cock is her favorite meal. But I need more than what I can get in this bathroom.

"Eager little slut, aren't you?" She looks up at me, hereyes shining with lust and something like adoration. It makes me sick. I grab her by the hair, relishing her small gasp of surprise, "Come on, lets go to your place."

"Really, you want to spend the night with me?"

I roll my eyes at her dumbass question, "Unless your lips are wrapped around my cock, keep your fucking mouth shut before you make me change my mind."

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