Page 60 of Done Waiting

“You’re a…Killer.”

“A killer?” Cocking my head, I glower at her. A slow, smug smile curls my lips. “You think I killed that college girl, Maddie?” Anger coils inside me like a snake about to strike. “You seriously fucking believe it was me?”

She doesn’t say anything as she lies beneath me on the bed, her eyes wide.

“Answer me,” I roar.

“Y-Y-Yes,” she stammers, trembling beneath me.

I shake my head, staring at her in disbelief. But that soon fades as my shock turns to anger. “It’s ironic you don’t seem as scared of me as you should be,Madison.” The way I say hername is like the lashing of a whip. “Considering I’m a fucking killer.”

She cringes, sinking into the covers, trying to make herself smaller. Hurt flashes in her eyes when I call her Madison. She doesn’t fucking deserve to be called by her nickname right now.

Maddie’s pinned beneath me, the heat from her warm body makes my head swim. She affects me on such a deep level it’s as though she swims through my veins.

Her accusations that I killed that college girl turned my blood from hot to cold. My lips curl into a snarl, teeth bared. “Then I guess you’ll be terrified of this.” Quick as lightning, my hand shoots out, wrapping around her neck.

Her eyes are wide with panic. She grips my forearms, her breathing quick and shallow as she whimpers.

With a grin, I apply slight pressure, holding for a few seconds before I stop squeezing, my hand still around her throat, staring into her honey-brown eyes.

Maddie’s muscles are taut, her nostrils flaring as she bares her teeth at me. There’s a fire in her eyes… And it’s fucking hot.

I loosen my hold so she can speak.

“How gentlemanly of you to choke a girl when she’s down.” Her voice drips with sarcasm.

My smile is smug. “Isn’t that what a killer does? Takes advantage of every weakness.”

“I’m not weak,” she hisses, practically spitting like a scared kitten. “If you weren’t looming over me like some fucking monster, I’d smack you in the face.”

My brows raise, amused. “Wow. You’ve got a violent streak in you,Madison.” I turn my cheek, tapping it. “Hit me.”

A shuddering breath leaves her, but nothing happens. I wait for several beats before turning my face back to hers.

We stare at one another, the silence heavy in the room. There’s a distance between her and me that I despise.

Maddie’s voice trembles when she speaks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“How am I looking at you?”

“Like part of you aches to kiss me while the other part wishes you could put me in a hole six feet beneath the ground.”

A smile pulls my lips up. “That’s exactly how I’m feeling.” Releasing my hands from her throat, I sit on my haunches, my arm and thigh aching where I was stabbed.

The next thing I know, Maddie’s hand flies out, smacking me across the face.

Fuck.It stings, but it’s her nerve that shocks me.She fucking hit me.

Anger rolls through my veins, my muscles quivering as I raise my eyebrow, questioning her sanity. That was a fucking stupid move.

“I’ve been fucking patient with you long enough,” I bark. “Don’t. Fucking. Push. Me,” I grit out, stabbing my index finger against her chest with each word. “Or I will make your life a living hell.”

Audibly swallowing, a whimper leaves her mouth as tears fill her eyes. Her body shakes beneath me so hard her teeth chatter. She purses her lips tightly together, trying to stop it.

Shaking my head, I climb off her. Wincing as I put weight on my leg, I do my best to hide my limp as I move to the windows, staring outside into the darkness.

I feel her gaze boring into my back, but I refuse to acknowledge her. I’m too fucking pissed right now.

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