Page 146 of That Time I Accidentally Became A Serial Killer

Her silence hums between us, thick with defiance.

“I’ve already seen it all, Sunny,” I murmur, just loud enough for her to feel.

My gloves hit the counter with a soft thud, but her heartbeat is louder.

Her eyes flick to the shower. Putting it together. The handprint. What I was doing in there.

“This how you normally introduce yourself to strangers?”

My cock twitches at her snark. At being this close.

“Arms up.”

She hesitates. Just for a breath.

“I said no.”

“It wasn’t a question.”

My hand dips under her shirt, and it’s off with a sharp pull. She stumbles toward me, palms to my chest before she yanks them back.

Her bra is next. I have to clench my jaw to keep from putting my mouth on her.

“You want my dignity too?” Her bite is back.

“I’ll take everything you offer me, Sunshine.” I whisper it against her ear, relishing the shiver she pretends didn’t happen.

“I won’t give you anything.” Crossing her arms over her breasts.

She’s shaking. But not from fear.

From adrenaline. Cold. The gravity of tonight sinking in.

“Yes,” I lower my hands to her pants. “You will.”

She doesn’t stop me, but she clenches her stomach. Her thighs.

I peel the pants down slowly, helping her step out. They join the pile, and I turn my gaze to her panties. I take my time, sliding my hands up her thighs, thumbs slipping beneath the thin fabric.

“You enjoying the show, creep?” There’s no venom in her tone—just an attempt to mask arousal.

I look into her eyes as I pull them down.

The fight not to stare at her pussy. To see if she’s glistening. To smell her. To lick her. I’ve never fought so hard against something I want.

“Yes. I am.”

Her face burns. Embarrassed. I want to kiss it away. Press my mouth against the soft mound above her clit.

The blood drying on her will start to grate—like a cracked desert floor. She’ll want to scrub until there’s nothing left.

Her panties drop to the pile. She’s stripped to skin and consequence.

I finally look—and I burn at the sight.

Her chin quivers. “There’s blood everywhere,” she whispers, not looking away.

I stand and brush a lock of hair from her face.

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