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Except those were lame. I went a couple of times when Tyler insisted I owed it to myself. To have thisnormal lifeexperience.

What a load of bullshit.

I never needed other people’s version of normal. I neededthis.

We stand in the spot where we killed two people not so long ago. They’re gone now. There’s only Tyler and me and we’re swaying in each other’s arms in the silence of the room.

“It starts with an M.” Tyler’s hoarse voice draws me to him.

I blink and smile. “Machete?”

“Adorable.” His cock thickens against my stomach. His words are nothing but a breath. “Ends with a K. It’s a kink.”

“Like tattooing me?”

His eyes coast down my body. To the space above my heart.

“Like tattooing you. Or having a tattoo of you on my back.”

Instinctively, my fingers graze the area just below Tyler’s nape. Where my angel of death’s hood starts.

“This one is new for us.” He groans when I slip my fingers beneath his hoodie and stroke his skin. “I dreamed about you last night. About us. I want to fuck you after we kill him. Fuck you while you and I are both wearing a—”

“A mask.”

“That’s right.” His fingers bite my flesh. Digging painfully and deliciously to my hips. “After we’re done with Johnathan, I’ll bend you over. Fuck you hard. Make you cry so pretty for me inside your mask. That’s how it’s going to go down tomorrow.”

“Please.” My desire is thick in the air between us, dizzying and perfect. “Please.”

“You’ll have it,” he whispers before whisking me home. “I promised you everything, and I’ll never lie to you. Ever.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Tyler

“Do it again, little savage.” I caress Dahlia’s face. Well, not her face precisely. A rabbit’s face. “Do that sound for me.”

What a sweet rabbit she makes. With her cute rabbit ears and a wide pink snout instead of a protruding one.

It was vital for it to be that way, for our act.

Which will come later. For the time being, I just want to love her.

She’s adorable. Innocent looking.

A contradiction to the matte black mask I have on. The mask that says don’t fuck with me. A mask of an entity instead of a human. Of a creature that came from hell. Strong and ruthless enough to jab a knife into another man’s eye and twist the blade and not lose sleep over it.

Who’ll do anything and everything for his woman.

Dahlia tilts her head, and suddenly, I change my mind. Even as a rabbit, she’s just as terrifying as I am.

Doesn’t make me any less protective. Any less her defender.

Sure, she can slaughter men twice her size without batting an eye. Make it look as artful as decorating a cupcake.

Dahlia can fend for herself. Fight anything and anyone.

She can.

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