Page 154 of Bake the Town Red

“Oh,fuck,” I groan, not caring about my clothes. There’s a change of clothes somewhere here. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Who cares anyway?

Straight spine, broad shoulders, dark shadows beneath his cheekbones. Tyler’s a god between my thighs.

“We’re going to have such beautiful babies, you and I.” He spins his fist inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought was possible. “I’ll keep them safe, Dahlia. I’ll keep them andyousafe. Until my dying breath. From beyond the grave. Nothing will happen to any of you, you hear?”

If I’m the angel of death, then he’s the angel of wrath and vengeance. Adamant, furious. A man who’d leave scorched earth behind him. For me. For us.

“I hear you.”

My thighs relax, letting him in deeper.

“That’s my girl.” The scissors hit the tarp. Tyler’s fist is finally being sucked into my pussy. “Fuck, Dahlia.” Ty twists his wrist. Tearing my insides. Pushing his cum as far as it’ll go. “You take my fist so fucking well. Such a good whore for me. I can come just from looking at this. At—” He bites his bottom lip, growling like a starved animal. “Come for me. Come for me, beautiful.”

“It hurts,” I finally admit. “I want to, but it hurts.”

“Daddy’s here.” His affirmation isn’t meant to comfort me. It’s meant to send a chill up my spine. “I’ll make it better. I’ll make you come so hard with my fist buried deep inside you.”

Tyler strokes me with his fist. He spits on my clit, the contact sparking a million fireworks behind my eyes. When he pinches my clit, every sensation is multiplied, rubbing and pinching and rubbing and—

“Fuck,” I hiss, swallowing down a scream. If I let it out, people would definitely think someone’s slaughtering me here.

“Good girl. Keep going.” Tyler’s fingers brush my clit, gentler. “You’ll be pregnant by the morning if you aren’t already. With my baby.”

“Ours. Our babies.”

“Ours,” Ty agrees, slowly slipping out of me.

The world returns to me little by little. The scent of blood and vomit. My responsibilities. My man.

“Let me take care of you.” He climbs over my body, caging me between his arms. His lips brush the tattoo on my breast, his teeth bite the one of the snake.

“How?” I cup his cheeks.

“Could you be a good girl for me for a little while longer?” Tyler grips my chin, pressing my lips together before he kisses me hard. “Lie here and let me do everything for you?”

“Hmm. Okay.” I never in a million years imagined I’d say that. I do today. I relinquish control and lie there while he butchers Rita’s body and cleans the place up.

I’m not afraid of having a meltdown anymore. I’m done with imagining Al and his terrorizing grin everywhere.

Tyler will be here when I cry and scream. For when my lungs stop working. For when everything hurts so bad.

I’m not alone.

Daddy’s here. And he’s never leaving.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Tyler

Dahlia’s at work. She left five hours ago to open her shop, baking batches upon batches of cupcakes. Give her strays their breakfast.

I hated seeing her go. I hate every moment she’s not here.

I’ve grown greedy. More possessive than I imagined possible.

I don’t want to catch other killers anymore.

When Dahlia’s out of my sight, my brain goes darker than dark. It goes pitch-fucking-black.

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