Page 32 of Monsters Like Us
What we did was reckless. Insane.
And I’d do it again.
I collapse onto the bed, pulling the thin blanket over me like it could contain the chaos rattling my bones. But the truth thrums through my chest: I don’t feel trapped tonight. Not by Holloway. Not by my past.
Because for the first time, someone touched me, and I wanted it. Micah touched me like I wasn’t tainted or broken.
Sleep doesn’t come for quite some time, and when it does, it’s fractured by images of him—his black eyes watching me fall apart around his cock, the heat of his mouth claiming mine. My pussy clamping around him as his raw and raspyvoice whispers,“Beg for me. Say my name and ask me to finish you.”
“Micah… please. Don’t stop. Make me?—”
He answers by wildly rubbing my clit, and I cry out, the sound raw and bright. He moves his hand with a steady rhythm, his thumb pressed flat and circling, and I lose myself to the sensation: the burn, the ache, the dizzying lift.
“Good girl,” he breathes, and the praise makes me shatter. My body falls over the edge, and the world tilts into a long, searing release.
I come with his name on my lips, my hands digging into his shoulders as the orgasm rolls through me. He holds me through it, never letting go, grounding me as I tumble.
Our foreheads touch, breathing ragged, our hearts pounding. He stares at me with those eyes like midnight, possession lacing every syllable when he rasps, “You’re mine.”
A shiver rolls through me.
Why do I like the sound of belonging to a monster?
Morning comeslike a slap to my poor, exhausted body. I hear a beep, my eyes blinking open. Marcy steps through the door, slipping her keycard in her pocket. I jolt upright, my heart in my throat. My face feels flushed and raw, and the way her sharp eyes sweep over me makes the heat crawl up my neck.
“You look… tired.” Suspicion edges her tone. “Rough night?”
I swallow, trying to keep my face neutral. “Couldn’t sleep.”
Her gaze lingers a beat too long, like she’s searching for a crack. Then she jerks her chin toward the hall. “Breakfast. Then meds. Move.”
I obey, but my stomach knots. With every stepdown the corridor, I’m sure she canseeit on me—the secret I’m carrying like a live wire under my skin.
In the cafeteria, trays clatter, voices hum, and the line shuffles forward. My eyes move to his usual table, and my breath hitches when I see him, already staring at me. I fight the urge to smile, lowering my eyes.
His eyes bore into me, watching me as I grab my breakfast and take a seat at a table.
Marcy hovers, her sharp gaze boring into me as I eat. I wait until she’s distracted, then dare a glance across the room. Micah’s head tilts, his eyes pinning me in place. For half a second, his mouth curves into the faintest smirk, meant only for me. I can’t tell if he’s pleased, daring me, or planning something.
My breath catches. A shiver rolls through me and my thighs clench together. My pulse hammers in my ears, and my fork clatters against the tray. Marcy looks over sharply, her brows narrowing.
I lower my gaze, shove a bite of tasteless food into my mouth, and pretend I don’t feel his stare searing into me like fire.
But I do. God help me, I do.
And I don’t ever want it to stop.
CHAPTER 27
Micah
The cafeteria humswith the dull clatter of trays and the drone of voices, but all of it fades when Katana walks in.
Her hair is mussed like she barely slept. Her face flushed, her lips still a little swollen from mine. She wears exhaustion like a veil, but beneath it I see the heat.
She tries not to look at me. Cute. Her eyes skim the room once, then down again, but I catch the flicker, the way her chest rises faster when she finds me watching. A faint tremor ripples through her shoulders as she sits, pressing her thighs together under the table. I notice every twitch, every shiver.
Marcy hovers over her like a bloodhound, sharp eyes sniffing for secrets. I hold Katana’s gaze just long enough to make her breath catch, then let my mouth curl into the barest smirk. She flushes deeper, ducking her head and staring at her tray. My little murderess is burning alive and trying not to show it.
