Page 27 of The Devil's Hunt

She turned her face away but stayed rooted in her spot. "I don't know what my eyes were doing," she said, barely audible.

I gripped her chin and turned her face toward me. "Don't look away," I scolded. "I want to know every thought that goes through this beautiful mind of yours."

She stared at me, not speaking for what seemed like an eternity before something changed in her eyes. Something so macabre that if I didn't have the same darkness clinging to my soul, I might have missed it. I knew what that look was, but I wanted to hear her say it. Ineededto hear it.

"I was thinking about how I wanted to reach my fingers into your wound and touch your blood. I wanted to feel the sticky warmth between my fingers. I wanted to touch the fibers of your muscles. I wanted to be the one stitching you up. I wanted...yourblood on me." She paused, licking her lips and meeting my gaze, her eyes burning with intensity.

The look on her face mirrored the look I witnessed when Gage was stitching me up. I’d been wrong. I had thought Gage's presence aroused her, but it was entirely the opposite. My rabbit was twisted and demented, craving a primal connection to the things I hid from the light. That is why she didn't turn me into the cops for killing Zach.She was curious and knew I could show her things she could only dream about. I could bring her into my world of death and destruction, and like the eager girl she was, she would follow me anywhere.

"I underestimated you." I leaned in closer, feeling the heat of her breath on my face.

"What do you mean?" Her voice was full of pain and longing, and I could sense that she was struggling with her desires. I reached out and cupped her face, stroking her cheek gently.

"You're a wild creature, much like me, and I can see that now. You defy the ordinary and seek something dark, something primal...and you know I am the only one that can feed your hunger."

Her eyes widened with surprise at my words, but there was also a hint of recognition in her gaze. She wanted me to continue, to explore this new dimension of her that I had uncovered.

"And you, Mila, are a master of disguise," I whispered, letting my fingers trail down her cheek. "You hide your true self from the world so well, but you can't hide it from me."

She didn't speak, but I could see the turmoil in her eyes. The battle between her desire and her conscience raged on, her body betraying her with every heavy breath and flushed heat of her skin.

I gave her a small smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "It's okay to have these dark desires."

"Do you think I am a murderer like you?" she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Not exactly," I said, my voice soft and gentle. "I think you crave the same things I do. The rush of danger…" I paused, running my fingers softly down her arm. "The thrill of the unknown…" My fingers slid in between the slit of her pussy, dripping wet, coating my fingers. I moved my finger softly up and down, watching as her breathing quickened. "I know you're tired of living in the darkness alone, just like I am."

She met my gaze, her eyes wide and searching as if trying to find something she couldn't quite see. Her heart was racing, her breaths shallow and barely audible.

"Is that why you won't leave me alone?"

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" I whispered against her lips as I stopped moving my fingers.

For a moment, I thought she wouldn't speak and would retreat into that shell she'd built for herself. Safe inside the walls she’d erected to protect herself from her wants and needs, afraid that the world would shun her. But then she let out a shaky breath, her eyes locked on mine.

"No.”.

"No, what, Mila?" I pushed my fingers inside her, wanting to coax the truth from her.

"No, I don't want you to leave me alone," she admitted breathlessly, looking away from me in embarrassment.

A small smile spread across my lips as I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I had known from the moment I laid eyes on her that she was different, that there was something dark and wild lurking beneath the surface of her sweet exterior. And now, it seemed, I had finally found a way to unlock that darkness within her.

"But I'm not yours," she protested again.

"You've been mine since the moment I kissed you in that library. I'm forever imprinted on your soul. There's no escaping me now."

10

TEN

MILA

"Why me?" I asked, fighting to control my breathing. His fingers moved inside me, and I fought to stay upright. He knew exactly where to touch me. He was always in control.

"Why not you?" he asked, pressing soft kisses along my throat, nibbling at my earlobe.

"I'm not like the other girls," I whispered, barely able to find my voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions that consumed me when he was near. It wasn't arrogance or self-doubt that made me say those words—it was a yearning for something more, something deeper than what others could comprehend.

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