Page 53 of Filthiest Of Them All

“I am looking at you, Tatum.” His tone is serious and I swallow trying not to focus on the intensity in his eyes. “When I told you that you were never supposed to know who we were, I meant it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“The night I called you, I told you to stop looking into us. I knew you wouldn’t listen so I convinced the guys we needed to go to you and scare you. They had no idea I had planned to bring you back here.”

“Why did you bring me here?”

“Because I wanted you.” My eyes round in surprise at his honesty. “I still do and I won’t apologize for that. I thought if I just got to spend a day or so with you that you would drop the nice girl act but you didn’t. Everything I saw on the videos was real and I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“What do you feel?” I push.

He exhales and slumps back against the headboard. My heart is racing so fast I’m scared it's about to jump out of my chest.

“I’ve only ever felt love a few times in my life. I love my parents. I love my brothers and even fucking Carnage, but the person who truly made me feel what love meant was… Ellie. My sister was the one person who could see through my bullshit and force me to feel things I didn’t know I could. My sister was the only person I loved with all my heart and ever since she was taken from me…” Tears prick the back of my eyes, I can hear the raw pain in his tone and it's taking everything inside me not to try and comfort him. I need to hear this and he needs to say it. “I’ve been numb. I haven’t felt anything. I used to feel the heat of the sun on my skin but that all stopped when her heart did. I relished in the numbness, it made me focus. I saw my end goal clear as day but then, I met a vulgar mouth blonde who started thawing the ice that filled my veins.”

Warmth flows through me. “Just to clarify, I’m the vulgar mouth blonde, right? You don’t have another kidnapped chick around here somewhere?” He narrows his eyes clearly, not finding me amusing.

“One of you is enough.”

I tilt my head side to side. “I love me but even I have to agree I wouldn’t be able to put up with a clone of myself.” I shift and move until I’m straddling him. His hands instantly grip my hips through one of his shirts I stole from his drawers. I reach out and skate my fingers through his beard, loving the feeling of its texture.

“What are you doing to me, Tatum?” he whispers.

My brows draw in, I cup his face between my hands and stare into his eyes. “I don’t know but I think you’re doing it to me as well.” My declaration has his eyes filling with carnal pleasure. He knows exactly what he is doing to me and he loves it. His mind may be confused because of the feelings I’m inspiring inside him, but him knowing that he is affecting me as well, has the monster inside him flexing.

Alexander

I press forward leaving a sliver of space between us, my lips ghost over hers as I speak, sending a shiver through her body. “You’re taking up space inside me, Bambi.”

Her pupils are blown and her breathing is labored. “I want to own a place inside you, Alex.” Her honesty not only shocks her but it stuns me. I push her shirt up and grip the tops of her thighs, loving the way her breath hitches. My cock is twitching and aching to be inside her.

“To be owned by me is worse than death, Bambi.”

“How so?” she asks, searching my gaze.

“Because I’ll demand everything from you. I’ll force you past your breaking point, throw you out of your comfort zone, just so I can be your comfort. I’ll take all your favorite things and tarnish them just so I can be the center of your orbit. If I give you all of me I expect the same in return. I’ve never given anyone this type of power, and believe me when I tell you that you will hold all the power, because you will be the only person in this world that can destroy me. If you say yes to this, death will be the only way you will ever be free of me. That’s what it means to be owned by The Butcher. Can you handle that?”

Her mouth parts and she gasps silently, then bites down on her bottom lip, mulling over my words. I don’t push her because I need her to make the choice to come to me. She needs to be the one to make this decision. I never thought I would ever be in a position like the one I am now. I know it's crazy. She’s only known me a short time but the feelings I already have for her will only grow over time. She will become my kryptonite, she’ll be the only thing in this world that can break me and I need to know she is in this with me.

I need her to need me.

“If I give you all of me, I need the same in return. I’m not the type of girl that you leave on read and never call back. I’m not someone who wants to be kept. I love my job and what I do. I won’t give that up. I need to trust you, Alex. I’ve never had… a boyfriend or been withanyone.”

“I’ll be the only person you are ever with,” I growl.

“What if I say no?”

I grind my teeth and tighten my hold on her thighs. She whimpers and thrusts her hips, then gasps when she feels how hard I am for her. “You can say no but I hope you enjoy living like a nun because I’ll kill any cunt you make fuck me eyes toward. I’m a possessive motherfucker it seems when it comes to you. Don’t taunt me, Tatum, because I don’t play games. If you and I have a disagreement and you take off and think flirting with a guy is a good idea, don’t. I’ll tie your ass to a chair and make you watch as I slice the fucker open, then make you lick the seal on the envelope containing his heart that I’ll mail to his mother.”

She throws her head back and laughs, earning a scowl from me, then finally meets my gaze again. “One, I was just fucking with you. Two, I have never found a male attractive until you walked your fine ass into Lividica and changed that. Three, I’m 99.9% sure you already own all of me, if I’m being honest with you and myself.”

Words are overrated so I use actions instead. I cup the back of her head, yank her to me and kiss her. I can feel her yearning in the way she melts into me and fights for control of the kiss. This kiss isn’t like all the others we have shared, there are secrets between us. We’ve thrown caution out the fucking window and now, we’re both jumping into this thing headfirst. It’s reckless and dangerous admitting my feelings for her, but I’ll be damned if I let her go and risk her finding some motherfucker that is actually deserving of her. I may be a killer and have a bloodlust that rivals Hannibal, but I want her and I’m keeping her right here with me.

Where she belongs.

When I grip the hem of her shirt and attempt to lift it, she breaks the kiss and grabs my wrists, halting my movement. I stare up at her and see apprehension in her eyes. “What happened in the car, with all of them watching?—”

I cut her off. “I’ll push every single one of your boundaries except that, I’ll never put you in that position again. I swear.”

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