Page 61 of The Devil's Hunt

"Mmm, that'smylittle rabbit." He traced his fingers lightly down my neck, making me shiver in his arms.

"You're crazy," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

He chuckled and leaned down, brushing his lips against my ear. "Crazy is just another word for love in our world."

I shook my head, trying to clear the fog in my mind.

Did he say he loved me?

No, he couldn't love me already.

That's not what this was.

This was sex.

Twisted, sick, demented sex with a sexy killer, but sex nonetheless.

Or was it that I loved him too, but like everything else in my life, I had to apply rationality to every fucking thing that happened to me instead of just experiencing things naturally and embracing the chaos of it?

"What are we doing?" I asked him.

"Existing," he answered simply, kissing my neck. "And fucking each other through the chaos."

I sighed, unable to deny the truth in his words. Our relationship was far from simple, but it was ours, and that was what mattered right now.

"Did you hear that?" The library echoed with the sounds of quiet whispers and turning pages. We both listened, and I tried to ignore the flush on my cheeks. "Someone's coming."

"Then we better get out of here before they think we were fucking or something." His laugh was low, and I let him grab my hand and walk with me right out of the library and into the cold night.

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TWENTY-FOUR

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Iwas obsessed with watching my girl sleep. The way her dark hair cascaded over her pillow and the way her dark eyelashes kissed her cheeks. Her delicate features—high cheekbones, tiny, pert nose, and those full lips. Lips I loved to kiss. Lips I wanted to see wrapped around my cock. As I gazed at her, I traced the curve of her jawline with my fingers, feeling the softness of her skin under my touch. Gently, I pulled back the covers, revealing her naked body, the pink of her nipples showing through her thin shirt, hard and begging for my attention. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, lost in her dreams, oblivious to my hunger.

After the library, I convinced her to stay with me because I needed to get her alone, away from prying eyes. In a place I had total control. After I fucked her sweet pussy again, she fell asleep in my arms, unaware of the punishment I had planned for her.

I warned her I was a monster.

I promised to ruin her.

When I told her she belonged to me, I meant it.

Body and soul, she was mine.

If that meant reminding her of that, I would do it.

You see, I had cravings. Demonic cravings.

Ones only she could satisfy.

I needed to taste her.

I needed to feel her quivering beneath me.

I needed to hear her screams as I destroyed her, pushing her to the brink of sanity.

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