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He doesn’t need to tell me twice. Before he’s even finished the sentence, I’m climbing up the ladder, my guns tucked at the back. The fresh air hits me, and I take a deep breath. Without wasting any time or caring if any of the prey will see me, I make my way toward the spot where Aria is located.

It’s not too far from the bunker, but far enough that I quicken my step. If she leaves before I find her, it’ll be a hassle to try and locate her again. Why? Because Arlo said no phones were allowed, mine is at his place.

One of the prey peeks from behind the tree. I don’t pay much attention as I pull out my gun and fire. The bullet lands right between his eyes, his lifeless, limp body falling to the dirty ground with a thud. I make a mental note that I’ve taken one out, knowing that Arlo will want to make it a competition later on, to see who has killed more.

My footsteps come to a halt when I spot her.

Her head snaps in my direction, and I can’t move for a moment.

Aria is covered in blood, an insane look on her face, while giving me the most innocent smile I’ve ever seen. The paradox of the situation is absurd, but that is Aria. A walking contradiction, a breathing temptation.

Blood rushes down to my cock as she licks her bottom lip, her tongue now coated with the dead man’s blood. I speak, but I can barely register the words that leave my mouth. It’s all too surreal. The reason we didn’t want her here was so she’d stay innocent, as much as that’s possible given her family, job, and upbringing.

Turns out, she’s more psychotic than all of us combined.

When Aria confessed to me two years ago, I acted like it never happened. The thoughts of her never left my mind since. She’s the first thing I think of when I wake up, the last thought before I fall asleep. But I couldn’t do it.

I value Arlo too much.

Because the things I’d do to his sister are anything but nice. The thoughts of bending her over and fucking her like a wild animal, with no restraint, of using her perfect body until all she knows is how to scream my name flood my mind.

I shouldn’t.

I value Arlo too much to treat his sister like a little slut.

But when she gives me that look, filled with dangerous arousal, and bites her lip, all restraint seems to vanish. Arlo completely slips my mind, and all I can think of is fucking her senseless, filling her pussy with my cum until it overflows, then doing it again for days to no end.

My feet move toward her until I’m standing right in front of her, my cock throbbing in the confinement of my pants.

“What should I do with you, little bunny?”

CHAPTER NINE

Cove stands in front of me.

It takes all the willpower not to laugh at the mask he has on. The butterflies and hearts are drawn with a neon marker in a raging shade of red. Yet, even with that color, his eyes manage to stand out. That hazel shade invites me, pulls me in, and makes it impossible to look away.

It’s only when he moves his hand and brushes a bit of blood off my chin that I’m snapped out of my trance. My eyes land on the dead body beside me, and my body visibly recoils in disgust. Yuck. I really did a number on him, didn’t I?

I wipe the dagger on the grass, coating it with blood, then put it back in my boot and rise to my feet. It’s pretty obvious why Cove calls me little bunny, because in order to properly look at him at this close proximity, I have to lift my head up. How I haven’t strained it yet is beyond me.

“I can explain,’’ I laugh nervously. I don’t see his face, but I can see his eyes flash with anger and something else I can’t quite explain. It’s deep, dangerous, and enough to make my entire body chill. I swallow thickly, still looking in his eyes, trying to find the best way to leave this situation without being scolded.

“You can explain,’’ he says, voice low and slow. “Then, go ahead. Explain what the fuck was going through your head when you decided to find the location and sneak in. Better yet, explain why the fuck you are acting as a prey, and why the fuck did you mutilate this one beyond recognition? I’m waiting. Fucking explain yourself, bunny.’’

My mouth is open agape, and I blink a couple of times. For a while, I think that I’ve completely lost it and that my mind is playing tricks on me. But the longer I stand in front of him, the longer he waits for an answer from me; I realize that this is a reality.

“Wow,’’ I breathe out. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you speak that much at once.’’

Cove’s eyes narrow at me, and I immediately take a small step back. He may be a very quiet man; however, his temper? Out of this world. It doesn’t take a lot to set him off, and once he’s been set off, there’s nothing that can calm him down. A nervous laugh slips from me, and I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth.

This is what I get for not thinking before speaking. One of these days, it’ll be the end of me.

“I’m sorry!” I apologize quickly, raising my hands up in surrender. I keep walking backward, and he keeps walking toward me until my back hits the tree behind me. The same tree where Martin held me by the throat less than an hour ago. But this is different.

Cove presses his body against mine, and even over the thick hoodie, I can feel the hardness of his chest and stomach. He’s trying to intimidate me by giving me no way out, but it’s having the opposite effect on me. It’s getting me horny, and I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to resist the urge to pounce on him.

“You should be careful with your words, little bunny,’’ he murmurs, slowly lifting his mask. The mask sits on the top of his head, one of his hands right next to my cheek while the other one rests on my hip. He’s caging me in, trying to do some mental dominance.

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