Page 1 of Some Like it Violent

PROLOGUE

EVELINA

Silence settled around the two of us, thick and intoxicating. I focused on Kane, who seemed wide awake now, but I could see his pupils were still dilated, so I knew he still wasn't completely coherent, even if he seemed like it.

Although his expression was apathetic, I saw the veins in his arms flexing against his restraints. His head was lowered, but his eyes seemed so dark and were trained on me.

I couldn't step much more than I already was, but the few steps I could take…I took them. The small filet knife was cool and steady in my hand. The blade caught the low light of the fire he’d started. I tilted my head, drinking him in.

God, he looked good, even better, because I tied him up and he was at my mercy.

He looked raw in the way I imagined someone primal and untamed would appear. His chest rose and fell with restrained power, the dominance pouring off of him despite Kane not having the power right now.

Or did he? Did I think I was the one in control and it was just a mirage?

“You look good like this,” I murmured, trailing the tip of the knife down his bare chest, just barely grazing the shirt stretched tight over his skin. “You’re so big…the biggest man I’ve ever seen, if I’m being honest.” My breath caught. “You look helpless, Kane.”

There was this darkness in his gaze as he held his stare with mine. I didn't know what this look in his eyes was…until I did. I recognized it.

It was hunger.

“You're insane,” he said low. Deep. His voice was rough, but it only made me smile and had my pussy clenching.

God, I was wet.

“Maybe,” I whispered, leaning closer, the knife catching under the fabric of his shirt. “But so are you.” I sliced through the material, revealing the hard, rigid muscles beneath.

For a second I just stared at his chest, and then I let my fingers follow the path I made with the blade, grazing his bare skin, and then pressing the tip of the knife right above his navel until he flinched and a superficial wound formed.

A low sound escaped his throat. “But you like it, don’t you?” I leaned in closer so our lips were only inches apart. “I want to fuck you, Kane.” His entire body tensed and his nostrils flared. He strained against his bounds, bringing our faces even closer together.

“The only one doing the fucking will be me, Evelina.”

1

KANE

Iwas the worst of the worst. And because of that, they were transferring me to a maximum security facility. It was a place built for the kind of man I was.

A remorseless killer.

Truth was, I should have been there from the start. But taking out two other prisoners had earned me a first class ticket to Holden Supermax.

I sat on the cold metal bench in the holding cell with my wrists and ankles cuffed with chains that dug into my skin, but the bite of the steel didn’t faze me. It was almost pleasurable.

The guards stood a few feet away, their bodies rigid, their hands twitching near their batons as they kept watchful eyes on me. They knew exactly what I was capable of, and their anxiety was palpable. The sight and acrid scent of their fear was something that got me off.

Shit, I almost popped a woody just from watching these scared motherfuckers.

I rested my head back against the hard and unforgiving wall and thought about what had gotten me into this situation. Because I’d taken two lives inside those prison walls. Hell,the bloodbath was still fresh in my mind. The aroma was still ingrained in my nose every time I inhaled.

I reflected on my life and what I’d done to get me incarcerated.

My first kill had been sloppy and disorganized. I hadn't known how to kill a human, and I underestimated how hard it actually was.

I’d been antisocial all my life, and because of that, I’d been seen as an outcast, a weirdo, and the kid everyone side-eyed and worried about.

My first victim had been a boy bullying me day in and day out in high school. It had gotten to the point I let my intrusive thoughts control me. I let that darkness and evil lurking inside me take control.

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