Page 2 of Touch Her and Die
“You’d do me a fucking favor, stabbing me right now. But no. You with a knife? Fucking hot. You without a knife? Scary as hell. Right now, though, we need to talk.”
The anger inside me wanted me to fucking stab him and just walk away. That’s what I was good at. Walking away. I could close the feelings he made me feel down and put him in my little black box inside my soul. It was so tiny. Not much had needed to make it there. Not my parents. Not my childhood. Just my sister. And now? Parks.
“I could stab you. Leave a bloody mess in your pretty little apartment. But something tells me it would be so much more fun to torture you.”
Something shifted between us in that moment. I didn’t like the strange dullness to his eyes and did as he asked. I put the knife down.
“What’s happened? Really, Parks. I killed a few assholes and you come here panicked? You don’t panic.”
The knife clattered to the floor, and I let it.
“You fucking scared the shit out of me. I already don’t know what the hell I’m going to do about this wedding. But fuck.”
He didn’t say anything, and we just stared at each other. It was… peaceful.
“I thought I’d lost you. I had to turn over every headless body to see that you weren’t there.”
He didn’t let me say another word and pressed his lips to mine. I wanted to punch him. Scream at him. Fuck, I wanted to go hunt down the little heiress and give her a haircut, or maybe an entire head cut.
Instead, I let the anger melt into the lust that I’d come to want just as much as the blood. His lips tasted of crazy and fucked up sweat and panic.
“I could fix the problem and just kill you?” I asked as he pulled away.
The strange loss in his gaze seemed a little less, replaced by the spark of the man who’d I’d come to crave.
“Kill me. Fuck me. It doesn’t matter. Because a life without you? Isn’t a life worth living, Halle.”
A smile crossed my lips in spite of what I wanted him to see.Had I always craved to hear words like that? I couldn’t recall. I wanted to hate the way they hit me and pulled on a thread of something I didn’t know I could feel. I didn’t even have a name for it. Not yet. If I named it? It would make everything—real.
“I am no Juliette, Parks. If you die? You die and then she will die. But me? I tried to die, and I didn’t like it much.”
He smirked and then kissed me again, but this time it was hot. Fevered and desperate and I couldn’t decide if I’d given him permission yet.
He reached down and grabbed my ass and pulled me up against him.
He moved quickly, and seconds later I was in his bed being stripped.
“I don’t want Juliette. I just want you and all your fucking crazy. Thinking of you killing those assholes? Fuck, Halle. It’s sexy as hell.”
I squirmed as he slid down further and rested between my legs. I hadn’t been wearing much, just a sheer shorts and cami set, when I’d been taken. Blood coated my legs. The shirt looked more like a drop cloth for an artist rather than what it was. His hands slid over my body. Across every inch, lingering at my sensitive bits and caressing scratches and bruises. My breath caught. I was going to come purely from how he touched me.
A crack in the wall I’d spent so much time building tried to let something new and raw seep out. I slammed that shit together and fell into the moment. Feeling every caress as he checked me over.
“It was sexy as hell, but I don’t ever want to know what it’s like to lose you again.”
I wanted to protest or at least tell him he was being melodramatic, but as his tongue licked along my slit and his fingers danced at my entrance? Nope, I just didn’t care.
TWO
parks
She tasted sweeterthan I could remember. It had been nearly a day since I’d been able to taste her, all because she’d done my job.
She’d saved herself and disappeared, and me? I thought she’d fucking left me. Realization that I couldn’t control this took the wind out of me. The horror that they might have told her something to twist her and manipulate her and take her away from me? Nothing could be worse than losing her and the idea that I was a slave to her? It didn’t suck as much as I thought it would.
“Fuck you taste so good,” I said between licks.
Her ass rose off the bed as I pressed my thumb against her swollen clit.
