Page 16 of The Devil's Hunt

What Ineeded.

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MILA

Ishivered from anticipation and the chill of the breeze that danced playfully across my exposed skin. He reached past me, grabbed a red patterned blanket, and wrapped it around my shoulders, cocooning me between the soft fabric of the blanket and the warmth of his body.

I watched his lips, desperately wanting to kiss him again. He closed the distance between us, taking the bottle of whiskey out of my hand and setting it on the ground. He brushed a strand of hair from my eyes and leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. I let out another moan, and his mouth crashed against me forcefully. I pulled back, not wanting to disrupt the contact between us, but needing answers to my questions before the feel of his lips against mine consumed my thoughts entirely.

"You promised answers to my questions if I came to the party with you," I panted.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck, nipping at my skin.

I moaned in response, the sound escaping before I could stop it.

"You said anything I want." I begrudgingly shifted my neck away from his lips.

"And I meant it," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers through my body.

"What did you do to Zach?"

He pulled back, his eyes boring into mine, his jaw clenched. His desire for me was apparent, and my body was aching for his touch. "I killed him."

"How?"

"I don't think you want to hear the details."

"Try me."

He smirked. "I slit his throat."

He watched me, waiting to see if I would run from his admission. I stared at him, my head racing because I remembered seeing the knife cut into Zach's throat and his hot, sticky blood covering my face, a comfort in the chilly night air. "I'm not crazy," I whispered out loud, intending to keep my thoughts hidden.

Archer raised his eyebrow and looked at me with a questioning expression.

"I remember it. His blood was all over me. It was you. You carried me through the cornfield and put me in your car. I can still smell you and the copper smell of Zach's blood on me." I looked around me to make sure no one could hear our conversation, but everyone was distracted with booze, sex, and weed.

I met Archer's gaze and felt my stomach flipping with excitement. He watched me like a wolf watching his prey. "How do you feel about this knowledge?" he asked.

I stared at him momentarily, trying to put the words together in my mind. A normal person would scream that he was a murderer, run straight to the police, and have this monster put behind bars. But I had never been normal. And the fear I knew I should feel was nowhere to be found. Instead, I was aroused. Hearing this admission that he had killed someone that was hurting me made me feel more attracted to him. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, feel all of him while he told me how he felt when he killed Zach.

Was he aroused too?

"I feel…I don't know. I'm not sad or upset. He deserved it for what hedid to me. I—" I paused. I was so close to telling him how turned on I was, but I held back. "Where did you put his body?"

"Somewhere he'll never be found."

I nodded in understanding, letting his words sink in. I craved more of him.

"D-did anything happen between us?" I stuttered and felt my face turning red.

"You mean, did I fuck you?"

I nodded, my face burning.

His eyes darkened. "Your friend is right. I have a reputation. But no, I didn't fuck you. Taking advantage of drugged girls isn't my thing."

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