Page 51 of Wicked Little Nightmare

I obliged, my body covering hers as I captured her lips in a bruising kiss. Truthfully, I was glad she decided we could get clean before this. Fucking in Skeeter’s dirty blood would have been absolutely grotesque. I bit back a grimace, refocusing on my queen. Our hands roamed, grasping and clawing at each other with a frenzied urgency. The violence of the night, the thrill of the kill - it all culminated in this moment, our bodies moving together in a savage dance of pleasure and pain.

As we reached our climax, I couldn't help but think that this… this fucked up, beautiful mess of a relationship was exactly where I was meant to be. With my angel by my side, we’d cut down, push through, bulldoze over anyone who stood in our path. We were unstoppable, untouchable, and utterly, deliciously deranged.

Twenty: Lakey

Ijolted awake, my heart pounding like a jackhammer. Janine's face, twisted in that grotesque smile, burned behind my eyelids. My legs moved of their own accord, carrying me up and down our hallways. Fuck. I couldn't shake this feeling, like maggots crawling under my skin.

I paced our dimly lit apartment, the flickering streetlight outside casting eerie shadows. My bare feet slapped against the cold floor as I circled back to the bed where Cam's hulking form lay sprawled.

"Cam," I hissed, shoving his shoulder. "Wake up, you asshole."

He grunted, rolling over. "The fuck, Lakey? It's ass o'clock."

"We gotta deal with Janine. Now."

Cam's dark eyes cracked open, fixing me with an annoyed glare. "Can't this wait 'til morning?"

I shook my head, my fingers twitching with restless energy. "No, it can't. Something's off. We need to handle this bitch before she causes trouble."

He sat up with a grunt, running a hand through his messy hair. "You and your fucking intuition," he grumbled, but I could see the corners of his mouth twitching. He always got a kick out of my more unhinged moments.

"Don't pretend you don't love it," I quipped, already pulling on my leather jacket.

Ten or so minutes later, we roared up to Janine's house on our bikes. The engine's rumble faded to silence as I cut the ignition, leaving only the faint chirp of crickets.

I stared at the familiar structure, memories flooding back. How many nights had I spent crouched in those bushes, watching that little girl through her bedroom window? My fingers tightened on the handlebars as I remembered her wide, frightened eyes. How had I not known that fucking Janine lived here? All this time… I could have saved that girl from whatever the hell was going on in there.

"Earth to psycho," Cam's low voice broke through my thoughts. "You gonna sit there all night or are we doing this?"

"Let's go," I said, swinging my leg over the bike. "Time to pay our old friend a visit."

As we approached the dark house, adrenaline surged through my veins. We looked in all the windows, but the place looked dead. Almost abandoned. Whatever Janine was hiding, whatever game she was playing – it ended tonight. And if things got messy? Well, that was just part of the fun.

Cam leaned back on his bike, a smirk playing on his lips. "Brings back memories, huh? You used to be so fucking obsessed with this place." His dark eyes glinted in the moonlight. "Should I be jealous?"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at my mouth. "Please. You know you're the only soulmate for me, babe. I… I come here when you are busy, so I guess I still am obsessed, as you so politely put it."

He chuckled, but I caught the concern lurking behind his teasing as we walked back to the bikes and sat on the sidewalk. "Seriously though, you good? This shit's got you wound tighter than usual."

"I'm fine," I snapped, then softened my tone. "Just... something's off. I can feel it."

Cam nodded, his expression growing serious. "I trust your instincts, Lakey. We'll figure this out."

Hours crawled by, the monotony of surveillance settling in like a lead weight. Cam had asked three times why we weren’t going up and checking the house. The truth was, I didn’t know why. I wasn’t used to feel the intensity of emotions like the ones running through me, rampant, unchecked. I desperately wanted to know. To see her. To save her. But I couldn’t force my legs to move my body any closer. Eventually, Cam just stopped asking, opting to wait in silence while I tried to figure my shit out and shove those feelings back in the box.

My eyes burned from staring at the lifeless house, willing something — anything — to happen. My fingers drummed an impatient rhythm on the bike's frame. The fucking sun was rising and nothing was happening. Not even the glow of the girl’s nightlight came from her darkened window.

"Fuck," I hissed, frustration boiling over. "What if we missed something? What if—"

Cam's hand covered mine, stilling my restless tapping. "Easy, killer. We've got all day if we need it."

I bit back a snarl, torn between appreciating his steadiness and wanting to claw something apart. The house loomed before us, a silent taunt, holding its secrets close.

I couldn't take it anymore and stood, bending down to touch my toes. The stillness, the waiting — it was driving me insane. I swung my leg over the bike, my movements sharp and jerky.

"I'm out," I spat, my voice razor-edged. I was heated. Having the one place where I found peace, watching her, changing, empty, it fucked with my head.I can’t deal with it. Don’t wanna know what the fuck happened. What if she was dead inside? No. I need to leave, to go, run, kill, dance. Something. "Need to blow off some fucking steam before I lose it."

Cam's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't try to stop me. Smart man. "Where you heading, sweetheart?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intense.

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