Page 26 of Until Death Parts Us

He smirks at me, coming to sit at my side. “It was nice to just leave the bodies and not have to wrap them up, drag and carry them somewhere, then dispose of them.” My smile grows. “But I’m not saying that’s how it’s always going to be. I like the sense of comfort I get knowing I did everything I could to keep it from coming back to me.”

I bite on my bottom lip. “So, what you’re saying is more trips? If we can go somewhere where nobody knows us, sees us, or talks to us, we can do whatever we want and then be in another state by the next day.”

He levels me with a stern look. “No more trips for a while. You have some healing to do, and I’m getting rid of the RV.”

I sigh. “Well, I’ll just bring it up later.”

“I’m sure you will.” He stands up and faces me. “Come get in the shower with me.”

I grin. “Yes, sir.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

QUIN

Once we’re both clean,I turn Kas around in the shower and back him against the wall, out of the spray of the raindrop shower head. The need to claim and own him has been churning in my gut. For several hours I didn’t know what happened to him or if I’d ever see him again.

“You have an interesting look in your eye,” Kaspian says, a wicked grin on his lips.

“Do I?” I ask, brushing the wet strands of his hair from his forehead.

“You want to claim me.”

“I don’t have to claim what’s already mine.”

“I think you want to remind yourself.”

I reach down and grab his cock. “I think you think too much.”

He sucks in a breath before looking up at me with water drops on his lashes. “I’m here, Quin,” he says. “I’m here and I’m yours.”

I stare into his dark eyes—eyes that hold such deviance and yet somehow are still capable of looking at me like I’m God himself.

Kaspian is as dark and twisted as they come, but he has powers I don’t. He’s able to be vulnerable. I may physically cut him and watch him bleed but he’s the one metaphorically cutting himself open for me. He allows me those moments. He gives himself to me knowing I shouldn’t be trusted. He isn’t afraid of letting me know how he feels even if it is toxic and clingy. He’s riddled with jealousy and isn’t afraid to show it.

I’m made differently. I don’t feel things as deeply as he does, but he’s the only person in this world who has made me feel anything, and last week I experienced a cocktail of emotions like never before. There were no thoughts for a while, just desperation, fear, anger, and anxiety.

“Talk to me,” he says quietly, studying my eyes.

I bring my hands to cradle his face. “They hurt you. Made you bleed. They made you cry out so loud that I heard you in the woods.” I inhale deeply, trying to keep my anger in check. “They touched you when they shouldn’t have. Only I have the power to do those things.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything. His hands go to my hips.

“I was afraid. For the first time in a long time I felt a fear I didn’t think possible. I’m still so fucking mad, Kaspian. Not at you. Just mad. I had this rush of feelings and it’s like they haven’t gone away yet. I don’t feel like myself.”

“You’re yourself,” he says, his hands running up my back. “You’re exactly what I need.”

I wrap one arm around his waist, the other cupping the back of his head. “How are you, though? You went through worse.”

“I’m angry,” he admits. “I feel like it was my fault. I shouldn’t have stayed there. We should’ve just gone back to the cabin.”

“You didn’t deserve what happened to you,” I tell him.

“I bet people who come across us think the same thing. Maybe it’s karma.”

“I don’t give a fuck about other people. Only you.”

His lips curl up and he links his hands behind my head before planting his mouth on mine. “Fuck me, Quin.” He gives me another kiss. “Please.”

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