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But then again, so am I.

Needing her to come first or risk losing this game entirely, I lean down and sink my teeth around one sensitive nipple, biting into her flesh and leaving a mark.

This sets her off, and before I’m able to do anything else, she shouts out her release, the sight of her coming doing my head in.

If I didn’t hate her so much, I might be inclined to think that she has never looked more beautiful than at this very minute.

The fuck are you thinking?

Get it together, asshole.

She’s still in mid-orgasm when I push her off me to lie back on the left side of the couch. She’s so bewildered by the act that she doesn’t even register when I stand up, unzip my pants, and take out my cock, jerking it two times to come all over her pretty little dress—the same one she likes to wear as armor to look all innocent and proper.

“There,” I say pleased. “Not so perfect anymore.”

She stares at the cum stains on her desecrated dress, looking fascinated as it soaks into the material. My brows pinch together when she runs a thumb over my cum, looking completely hypnotized by it.

She stays in this haze for a split second, but all too soon, she comes to her senses and stands up, putting as much distance from me as possible.

“The video. Erase it,” she demands, her face no longer displaying the pretty afterglow I was admiring a few minutes ago. I stare at her in amazement at how quickly she’s able to switch personalities. “Erase it, Elias,” she orders again.

“Be my guest,” I say instead, picking up my phone off the sill and throwing it over at her.

“There’s nothing here,” she says after doing a full search in it. “You lied to me.”

“I did. Or did you think you’re the only one with the monopoly on deceiving people?” I throw her a menacing grin. “Now get the fuck off my property. I’m done with you.”

There’s a hint of hurt in her eyes, but she doesn’t vocalize it, preferring to do as I say and leave.

A little more tarnished.

A little more broken.

A little moremine.

Yes.

Playing with Rowen has just become my favorite pastime.

First, I’ll peel off her mask, revealing how she isn’t as pure and innocent as she likes to portray to the rest of the world.

I’ll take whatever pride she still has stashed away, and then I’ll go after her sanity.

And ultimately, when she’s good and broken, I’ll take away her life.

This is going to be more fun than I anticipated.

Chapter 9

Rowen

Ever since my recent talks with Joe and unsuccessful encounter with Father O’Sullivan, I’ve become obsessed with the games. So much so that after my shift at Rosie’s, I’ve spent most of my afternoons here at the town library inside city hall just trying to dig up any information about the Harvest Dozen andThe Scourge.

Usually, when someone wants to learn more about a given topic, they’d search online for it. But when it comes to our small town’s macabre tradition, the internet is completely bare of such intel.

It kind of makes you wonder just how powerful the people behind the games truly are.

The only conclusion I can make is they must beverypowerful.

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