Page 11 of Some Like it Violent

After scrubbing a hand over my hair and down my face, I leaned back in the chair and scanned the room. The house was cold as fuck, since the space heater took a crash. I was pretty good with my hands and fixing shit, but that heater was dead, and there was no reviving it.

I’d seen a covered woodpile at the side of the house and a fireplace in the living room. I needed to start a fire to heat theplace up because, with the storm raging and not seeming like it would fade soon, things were just gonna get colder.

The cabin she called home was outdated and needed more renovations than not, but it was miles from anyone who could hear her scream—whether from pleasure or pain. And that was why this was the perfect spot to lie low.

Yet, this was temporary. The cops were out there combing the woods, the roads, and every abandoned building looking for one thing. Me. They’d find this place eventually.

But right now, that didn’t matter. All that mattered was Evelina and my obsession with her.

I didn’t need her trust because that didn’t matter either. Being able to look at someone and know they trusted you was fleeting. It never lasted. The only thing that ultimately counted for anything was having her obey me. I needed her submission.

I needed my cock inside her.

I needed it all from her because the darkness inside me demanded it.

Wave after wave of obscene intent filled me, threatening to say “fuck it” and just tear the blanket and her clothes away to take what I wanted. I clenched my fists, the tension radiating through my body. The need for control was a constant hum in my veins. I wanted to own Evelina completely.

People were disposable, replaceable.

Even this pretty little thing. Right?

No.

She was... different. I didn’t know why and probably never would, but once again, it didn’t matter.

I was lost in my thoughts, but the sound of Evelina stirring drew my attention, so I focused on her calm, sleeping body. I held my breath because the twisted part of me wanted her to wake up, to see me sitting here, and to spot all the cum I’d left onher floor. Maybe she’d be turned on by my huge dick tenting my pants threatening to bust through the fabric.

But she didn’t wake up, and disappointment filled me briefly. I was a nasty fuck, but she’d grow to love it.

The darkness inside me was clawing just beneath the surface, demanding more… to be free. My demon would never be satisfied with just watching and waiting. It always wanted more until I finally let it go and hunted.

I wasn’t a good man.Jesus Christ, I was a monster. And the current obsession of my inner beast, the one and only thing it wanted…

Was her.

I told her I’d leave her after this was all said and done, but the truth was, I didn’t know if I would walk away from her.

At least not until I had my fill with her.

7

EVELINA

When I woke up, the storm was still raging, the rain now turning to sleet. I knew in the next twenty-four hours it would be full on snowing making the road to town dangerous to maneuver.

The sound of the wind howling and the water and ice pelting against the windows was relentless. It was a constant backdrop to my disoriented thoughts, and the perfect weather for this insane situation.

I blinked up at the ceiling, tracing the ancient water stains with my eyes and feeling the cold air wrap around me like an unwanted blanket.

My mind and body ached from exhaustion, and if not for the hazy gray light filtering in through the crack in the curtains, I would have thought it was still the middle of the night.

I was that tired.

I glanced at the bedside clock, seeing it was already late afternoon. No wonder I felt so groggy—I’d slept most of the day away. What did they call this feeling? Sleep inertia?

No, it’s called being held hostage in your house by a maniac.

So, yeah… I wasn’t exactly surprised I felt like shit after everything that happened last night.

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