Page 108 of Not A Whisper

“Jason.” I roll my eyes so hard that I swear I catch a glimpse of the back of my skull. “I don’t regret running in, but I’m sorry I scared you.”

His face darkens. “If I could, I’d probably keep you in a fucking basement, locked up and all mine where you’d be safe, and we could play together without the interruptions of life.”

A smile finally stretches across his face. There’s nothing playful or charming in this one, however. The dark twisting of his mouth is nearly a sneer, and it lights up his eyes in an almost crazed fashion. This smile, paired with those words, should terrify me. The turn in our conversation is a little fucked up. This is the epitome of a psycho before me.

Rather than fear, trepidation, or even disgust, I find myself crossing my arms over my chest and smiling. Desire and curiosity mingle. My nipples, hardening into peaks, strain against the towel.

“You can’t keep me to yourself, Jason.” I manage to keep my voice even. “There are two others that have to be part of the mix. You can’t leave me alone down there.”

Can he hear the husk in my voice?

“They’d be allowed to visit.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “And would I have books readily available while you’re off saving animal lives during the day? You can’t leave a librarian trapped without any books. That’s rude.”

“As many as the room would hold. Don’t worry, dollie,” His smile grows more manic. “I’d take good care of you.”

Amusement bubbles up in my chest. It twists with the warm fuzzy feeling oozing thickly from my heart. Beneath my skin, a slow burn begins to build. Had I thought I was growing hot before? This new fire is molten level and only growing hotter as I think about being Jason’s prisoner. At his mercy, as cruel and delicious as it would be.

With a one shoulder shrug, I step away from him, movingfurther into my room. “And what would you do with me, down there in your little basement?”

Jason takes a step forward, almost unconsciously. “Devour you, of course.”

“After a week of that, you’d grow bored.” I roll my eyes. “What else?”

“Bored?” His brows fly upward. “No, dollie. I’d finally get the chance to attempt to sate this ever-present, visceral craving I have for you. It’s been growing more urgent, more painfully acute, by the day. God, I fuckingneed you. All the time. Any chance that I can get. This morning, I rolled around in these very sheets just to smell like you all day.”

He did? I glance over my shoulder at the sheets in question. Now that he’s mentioned it, I do remember making the bed, yet the sheets are currently in a state of disarray.

“Do you know how hard I fought to be the one to marry you? For you to carrymyname around? We’d been talking about it sincebeforewe found out about Carmilla. There were so manyfights. Why do the Gipsons get all the nice things in life?” He shakes his head in disgust. “God, dollie, if I didn’t love the other two out there as much as I do you, I’m pretty sure their heads would be on pikes. Probably somewhere on the same property I’d have you trapped on.”

I blink rapidly, surprised by the stark honesty in his voice. His smile fades as he stares down at me.

“You know what else I’d do if I had you all to myself in a basement?” At this, he takes another step into the room.

I notice it, but I don’t think he does. Biting the inside of my cheek, I take two steps back. The move does exactly what I want. He follows me fully into my room.

“What?”

“I’d let you go a little mad. I would drag you down the rabbit hole of insanity, the one I’ve been trapped in ever since Ilaid eyes on you.” The sigh he lets out is full of contentment, even as his eyes glitter with wicked intent.

“Why would you do that?”

The darkness of his smiles lifts slightly. His gaze becomes almost dreamy. “Because there would be nothing more perfect than to be insane together. We wouldn’t have to worry about the world and all of our trivial responsibilities. Imagine all the depraved things we could do to each other down there in your basement full of books…”

The towel around his waist drops away and he grabs hold of his straining cock. My eyes drop to the masterpiece jutting out from between his legs. A hard shiver rushes through me. My thighs clench together as the heat beneath my skin grows hotter still. Jason strokes himself as he watches me.

“I’d feed you my cum for sustenance and I’d feast from your cunt. We could live like that…” Jason’s voice trails off as a dreamy expression crosses his face as he continues to move closer to me.

“Sounds impractical.” Why is my voice so husky right now? This is so weird! I should bescaredat how insane this all sounds.

Suddenly, Jason lunges for me. A deep rumble, which sounds awfully like a snarl, follows him. His whole weight hits me, sending me toppling backward. My breath is knocked out of me in a whoosh. I manage to catch it only to giggle as I come crashing down onto the bed. We bounce together before Jason rolls me beneath him. My towel falls away, mixing with the comforter and sheets.

“You know what? I think I’ve changed my mind.” His sunny smile is back.

I’m not foolish enough to believe that darkness is gone altogether. Now that I know that it’s there, I have a feeling this casual, sweet smile is just a mask he wears to keep peopleoff-kilter. What does it say about me that I absolutely love knowing this about him?

Jason scoots down between my legs. He crouches down and hoists both of my legs over his shoulders. “I need to taste you now.”

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