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“What?” I take a step back. “You can’t—”

My legs are shaking as I wrap my arms around my center. My voice stutters. And the man who killed my boyfriend sits amused, watching us like I’m nothing more than a toy he gets to play with.

It hurts. It shouldn’t—but it does.

“On the bed, Violet,” Saint demands.

I roll my shoulders back, pretending I’m as strong as I can be in this moment. “No.”

“You’ll do what you’re told.” He clicks his tongue. “You know it only gets worse if you don’t.”

“But—”

“Don’t test me.”

Saint doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t need to. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, and if I don’t do what I’m told, there’s a chance neither Nixon nor I will walk out of this room.

Taking a step forward, I slowly make my way to the edge of the bed. My entire body is shaking as I sit and grip the blanket.

“Panties off.”

Saint’s angry, but he’s still issuing commands like he’s maintaining control.

Reaching under my skirt, I hook my thumbs into my underwear and lift enough to drag them down my legs.

“Lie back, kitten. Spread your knees and show Nixon how perfect you are.”

I’m trembling as I lean back on my elbows, and all eyes in the room are on me.

Of all the cruel things Saint has done, the realization he’ll share me just because I dared to stand in a room with another man cuts the deepest.

What else did I expect from a psychopath?

Staring into his dark, demonic eyes, I spread my legs.

Nixon groans, and my stomach sinks.

Saint’s attention has me wet when I shouldn’t be. I’m sick, feeding on the fear he inflicts, and even if I don’t want this, the fact that he does has my heart fluttering.

“Taste her,” Saintdemands.

Nixon doesn’t seem to realize the situation he’s put himself in. He still thinks this is a kinky sex scenario between me and my boyfriend. He doesn’t know my boyfriend is dead, and he’s taking orders from his killer—a man who slit Liam’s throat for talking to me wrong.

And with what he’s ordering Nixon to do, I’m not sure what will come next.

“If you say so, man.”

Nixon drops to his knees at the foot of the bed, planting his hands on my inner thighs and spreading me wider.

My core tightens as Nixon’s attention turns to my pussy, and Saint watches. And then he dives down, taking me like he’s kissing my mouth. Sweet when Saint is anything but.

Nixon’s tongue swirls over my clit, and I grip the blanket.

With Saint’s focused attention, I’m anxious and building. I’m unable to resist as my body wakes up to things I shouldn’t want.

Saint always pushes me too far. Past limits I don’t yet understand. And as Nixon works for my pleasure, I can’t help but imagine it’s Saint’s tongue between my legs instead.

My stalker.

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