Page 99 of Saint

Every day, the nightmares get sicker. Or maybe they’re dreams at this point. I’m not sure there’s a difference when every single one of them ends the same, with Saint taking what he thinks he’s earned from me.

What I clearly want him to have.

Because after I lied for him in the interrogation in his stepfather’s office, there’s no denying I’ve handed myselfover to him. Morals be damned, he taints my soul. He bleeds me dry and makes me his.

My phone pings again, reminding me of what woke me up. The dim shine from my screen lights a cool glow in the room from where it’s sitting on my nightstand.

Rolling over, I pick it up to find his name staring back at me.

Saint: What were you dreaming about, kitten? Looked like something good.

Of course he’s watching. I don’t know if there’s ever a time he isn’t.

I roll onto my back and rest my phone on my chest, fighting to catch my breath as I stare into the abyss of darkness above me. Taking another breath, I open my phone to answer him.

Violet: How often do you watch me sleep?

Saint: Often.

Violet: Not even going to try to deny it?

Saint: No. It’s my right to check on you.

His right?

I’m still wrapping my head around Kole’s inability to understand certain boundaries. He doesn’t operate with socially acceptable limits.

I suppose that’s why he created Saint. An outlet for when his urges take him too far, given he doesn’t know how to regulate them.

I’m rationalizing his actions again.

What’s wrong with me?

Violet: I appreciate the thought, but I’m fine.

Saint: Then back to the dream. What was it?

I let out a breath, knowing he’s still watching me, and anything I do will give me away.

Staring at my screen, I consider answering, but my thumbs hover. Saying it aloud isn’t the same as letting these twisted fantasies live in my head.

Saint: Violet, I’m waiting.

Violet: It was just a dream.

Saint: Just a dream? So if I buried my tongue in your pussy right now, I wouldn’t find you dripping?

He would, and that’s what’s disturbing since I was just dreaming about him trying to drown me before he fucked me in the forest.

My eyes return to the dark corners of the ceiling, and I stare into the empty space like I can see him there. His dark eyes peering through the holes in his mask. Hiding in plain sight.

I’m not prepared to tell him just how dark my fantasies go, so I decide to distract him instead.

Violet: I don’t know, would you?

Slowly, I peel my sheet down, revealing my body inch by inch for him, until I’m stretched out on the surface of my bed in just a T-shirt and underwear.

I don’t know what angle he’s watching me from, but I lift one knee up and tip it open, running a hand over my thigh as I do.

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