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“Happy now, bunny? Do I have less sass.” I didn’t, but it was worth an ask.
He chuckled and nodded his head. “See you later, princess.” He was gone before Logan had taken a step closer and pushed his way inside my mouth, a lot more gentle than his friend.
“You okay, pretty girl?” He carefully pushed his fingers through my hair, as I bobbed my head a little slower than before and hummed my yes to his question.
I was a little too busy trying to win a prize for a blowjob record or something to respond with actual words. But that hardly mattered. Logan liked what I was doing, and I enjoyed it, too.
It was hard not to when he was so sweet and tasted like my perfect brand of poison that I would happily die from forever.
“You feel like heaven.” His pretty brown eyes had rolled shut, and I stared at his expression, enjoying the soft smile on his lips. “You really do have a wicked mouth and it’s killing me that I’m not making you scream from it.” His grip tightened on my hair for a second as he jerked his hips, forcing himself deeper into my throat as he came with a few panted curses.
When he let go, I sat back on the ground, catching my breath and trying to force the tension inside of me to go away. It didn’t work. Not when he pulled me to my feet, the second he had his breath back, and picked up his earlier plan of washing me until I sparkled.
A sponge and soap shouldn’t have been so fucking good, but it was. And I hated it. Loved it. Needed it again but also needed it to stop.
“Mi sol,” I whined when he chucked the sponge back onto the shelf, “I need you to make me feel better. My body is all aching and needy for you and all I can taste is you on my tongue, and now I want more…”
He was easier to break than Lincoln would ever be, so it was no surprise – and much to my delight – that he chuckled and almost gave me what I wanted.
“Later,” he whispered between kisses, “you come find me when Lincoln’s gone to sleep. I’ll make sure you get taken care of.”
“You’re not going to punish me any longer?” Smug satisfaction soared through me.
“I prefer pleasuring you.” He grinned. “I get off on making you cum. So whilst I’m more than happy to be rougher with you when you need it, I’m not edging you again.”
“I don’t think I have any complaints with that.” Grinning, I pulled him under the showerhead and continued my fun distraction. “Now come and do something even better than sex and help me wash my hair.”
Chapter Five, Earlier On That Day…
There was something fundamentally wrong with me. Ruined. Blackened. Shattered into a million pieces of hateful, evil monsters that controlled my every whim. It wasn’t my fault. I swear it wasn’t my fault. But since I had been young, I’d been tainted, and now that I was older, I was unable to go back.
I hated people. The world. Other monsters.
I hated anyone who got in my way from the only thing that had been keeping me going since the day Maggie saved me.
Vengeance.
My goal was why I was now in England, following my brother as he came to take his false son. It was why I had come hours before John, to the place our sister thought she was safe. Why I had stolen one of Maggie’s cars, and two of her little toys, to keep for myself and use until I was bored and disposed of them.
It was why I now hid in the attic, listening and waiting for just the right moment to get what I wanted.
It had been easy enough to come through the house connected to this one. The hole I’d made hours ago, just big enough for me to slide through, was the easiest way for me to get in and out of Shannon’s house, without her or the others any the wiser. They wouldn’t have heard the noise when they were sleeping or out. They wouldn’t notice the stench of homeowner’s downstairs, the pairs corpses still fresh enough on the living room floor that they hadn’t had time to stink too putrid just yet.
It was perfect.
Maggie didn’t need to know I was here yet. Because if she knew I was here, she would know that Widow hadn’t left of his own free will.
She would know what I had done to Delilah, and I didn’t want her to know yet. Not when she would be mad.
Delilah was innocent. Mostly. And Maggie didn’t hurt innocents so I wouldn’t hurt them either when I could help it. But Ihadhurt Delilah. More than likely killed her… so no, I had to be careful.
Moving my blonde braid out of the way, I lay on my front, ear pressed against the floor. It was dusty, dark and full of cobwebs, but that was fine. Too many moments of my life were spent in places like this for me to be scared anymore, not when I knew monsters were just as happy being in the light and clean. Besides, the dark and the dirty had helped me far more than anyone would ever know.
Tunnels. Holes. Hiding. That was how I had watched my Maggie, when things like cameras hadn’t been able to do the trick. Disguises, and playing pretend had done the rest, and now… now I was so close to what I wanted that it almost felt like the decades I’d been waiting had been worth it. The filth and rot and darkness had been worth it.
They had been nothing in the grand scheme of things because I was about to win.
Win the game I’d been unwillingly playing since I was a skinny little girl, and had continued now that I was still a petite older woman.
