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God. He’s such a dick.

My face breaks into a wide smile, “Shut the fuck up and kiss me, Marlin.”

“Ask me nicely, little saint.”

Instead of answering, I grab his face and plant my lips on his. He chuckles against my mouth, the deep vibrations rumbling through his body and melting into mine.

Marlin picks me up and pins me against the wall. We fight for control, biting and clawing at each other until there’s nothing but our black hearts beating together like some sort of twisted harmony.

He bites my neck, marking me like the vampire he is. I return the favour, stealing a piece for myself because this man is mine just as much as I am his.

“You belong to me.” I whisper in his ear, digging my nails into his skin so he knows there’s no escape.

“Every piece, little saint.” He licks a path up my neck, “You own every piece.”

We disappear into the darkness together, a couple of monsters finding solace in the shadows. It’s not the kind of story you tell your children about, but that’s okay.

Because I found someone who treats me like an equal.

Strong and fucking capable.

Chapter 61

MARLIN

I had considered the possibility of a competitor.

The chance that another brilliant mind might jeopardize the plans I had spent so many years making. It has always been a possibility, and I had resigned myself to the fact that when the time comes, I will do whatever it takes to eliminate the competition.

By any means necessary.

Now that I am actually faced with the reality, I find myself intrigued by the idea of a long-term competitor. Someone who can challenge me and remind me what it’s like to play the fool.

The notion is uncomfortable in a fascinating sort of way, much like the way my little saint is currently struggling against her bonds.

“Was all four limbs really necessary?”

She growls and pulls at the rope wrapped around her wrists. I have her spread-eagled on my bed, completely at my mercy as I tighten the last bond around her ankle.

“Was it necessary to plant the drugs in my locker?”

“I took them out.” She grumbles, watching me pull the bedpost to make sure it’s not going anywhere, “No harm done.”

I smile, crawling onto the bed and settling myself between her spread legs.

“Consider this your punishment, little saint. For threatening my position as the best liar in Wolf Hollow.”

My praise has her pussy weeping. I blow a puff of air across her clit and watch Melody squirm against the ropes.

She is a passionate creature, my little saint. Bright and colourful and so deliciously twisted that it kills me not to take a bite out of her.

Not that I try too hard.

“Marlin!”She shrieks, feeling my teeth sink onto her swollen bud. I brand her with my teeth before kissing the pain away.

I take my time with her scars, the faded marks that remain a permanent part of her body. Each one gets worshipped and punished by my tongue, chasing away the fear and replacing it with pleasure.

She still cries sometimes. Curls up in the shower and tries to disappear down the drain like it might erase what happened.

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