Page 3 of Wicked Little Nightmare

It just worked. Until it didn’t anymore, and I could see that even she was getting bored. The plateau had been hit, and we needed… more.

“Yes, Lakes, I know about the deal, my blood is on the paper alongside yours, but I kind of wanted to fuck her again.” I watched her squirm, her eyes pinning me to the spot. It wasn’t the truth, but sometimes I had to fuck with her to remind her that she isn’t the only one who held the winning hand.

“You… what?” She picked up the knife and fork and casually began to eat, but I knew she was picturing all the ways she could slit my throat and get away with it. I loved when she was feisty. The sex was fire.

“You heard me.”

“Say it again, Cameron.” She was seething. “I want you to say that again.” Pointing the knife at me, she suddenly broke out in a smile, transforming her face with that megawatt dazzle.

“I wanted to fuck her again.” Leaning back, I put my hands behind my head, watching as her eyes trailed my body. Most men wouldn’t handle a hellcat, but I wasn’t most men and Lakes wasn’t just any hellcat.

She wasmyhellcat.

She shoved a forkful of eggs in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. “You know, if I didn’t know youbetter, I’d think you’re just trying to start shit so you can face fuck me later.”

“Lakey, why would I ever need an excuse for that? You’re mine, little vixen. I can fuck you ten ways from Sunday and all you’d do is take what I gave you.”

She stood, slamming her hands on the table. It’d be comical if I didn’t know what her tiny body was capable of. To any outsider, it must have looked ridiculous. This slip of a thing yelling at the huge brooding male across from her. But they didn’t know her. Not like I did.

“Get your ass on that bike. I’ll see you at home.” Throwing money on the table, she stalked off.

So much for breakfast being on Trixie, I guess.

Oh, yeah. Sex was gonna be fucking lit. I smiled at Trixie, giving her a little wave and watching her chest flush before it reached her cheeks. Hmmm… another day perhaps.

Adjusting my pants, I walked to the door just as my phone buzzed.

Tick-tock, Cameron.

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Two: Lakey

That stupid ass motherfucker. Stepping into the shower after shedding my clothes, I started ruminating on last night and the events that led to Dani’s inevitable death.

I got home last night and found him passed out with his arm around her.

He knew the rules. Those cunts werenotallowed to fall asleep inmybed. Whether he broke them, or she did, didn’t matter. He should have kicked her out and then I’d have had the fun of trying to find her. In all this time, I’ve only ever been unable to track three women. Somehow, they’d disappeared off the face of the planet and it still burned my ass that I hadn’t had my fun.

Anyway, that’s neither here nor there. It was so cute watching her freak out trying to get out from under his arm as I motioned her forward. All I had to do was tell her that I was his little sister, and I wanted to drive her home.

They’re so gullible.

“Oh, Cam doesn’t like when girls sleep over. He has really bad nightmares and can hurt someone if he has one and they stay over. I’m surprised he didn’t mention it.”

She looked relieved when I told her. “Thank you so much…”

“Cassidy.” I shook her hand and nodded. “Come on, I’ll drive you home. I have a bike though, so you’ll have to be my backpack.”

I did drive her… somewhere. If I had feelings, I’d have felt bad. She was so chatty, even at 2 a.m. but unfortunately for her, she’d taken the bait and fucked my man. She didn’t understand that Cam was devoid of a soul, save for when it came to me, and vice versa.

We’d grown up together. We’d suffered together. We’d bonded together.

In sickness and in health. Though, to be fair, it was not the kind of sickness where you cough and sputter and see a doctor and then a spoonful of medicine makes you feel better. It was the kind of sickness that crawls under your skin and builds scars from the inside out.

But they didn’t know that. How could they?

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