Page 55 of Their Deviant Love
“You haven’t. These assholes deserved what they got,” I tell her.
“Who are they?” Aurora asks.
“Good question.” I pick her up and place her back on her feet. When I’m sure Aurora is steady, I bend over and dig through the one guy’s pocket until I find his wallet. “Sam Brennan,” I say as I read the name off his ID.
Who the fuck is Sam Brennan?Then it hits me. Brennan. That’s the maiden name of Boyle’s wife. One of the fuckers who’s been hiding from me.
“These assholes are working for those men loyal to my father,” I explain. “You ready to go home?”
“More than ready.” Aurora takes hold of my hand.
I stop her at the door. My fingers cup her chin, tilting her face upwards. “You really do look fucking beautiful tonight.”
“Even covered in blood?”
“Especially covered in blood.” I smirk. There is nothing sexier to me than knowing my wife can protect herself when need be.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Istare at the wall. I can’t sleep. It’s happening again. The numbness, the thrill of killing. I don’t even know how Connor is able to sleep next to me. The sound of his breathing, his warmth enveloping me, is usually enough to help me wind down. Tonight, it’s not working.
I can’t stop thinking about it. The knife sliding across that guy’s throat. Did he deserve to die? Probably. I mean, he attacked Aisling and he was there to hurt me.
I’ve always said ina prey or be preyworld, never let yourself be the prey. But even coming out unscathed, I’m not okay. I don’t know if I want to be this person anymore. The thing is, I don’t know how to be anyone else. I can fake it. Around other people. Not Connor, though. He has always been able to see me for who I am.
I asked him to make me feel—and boy, did he. Maybe I should wake him now, use his body to make myself feel good. Wear myself out enough to pass out. I just want to stop seeing it.
“He was right,” I whisper to myself.
“Who was?” Connor asks, the sound of his voice making me jump.
“You’re awake?” I roll over and face him.
“Who was right?” he repeats.
“You.”
“About how fucking perfect you are? Obviously I was right.” His fingers brush the hair from my forehead, tucking the loose strands behind my ear.
“No, about me being crazy. About me enjoying the kill and how I’ll never be normal. You said it. After Kenny, you said that I’m a monster.”
“Aurora, I wasn’t thinking straight after Kenny, and I didn’t mean any of the shit I said to you.”
“You did,” I tell him. “It’s okay. You were right. I am a monster.”
“If you’re a monster, what does that make me?” Connor flips over onto his side to look at me. “I made some guy hang himself the other day because of something he made in a lab. I threatened to have his three daughters strung up next to him if he didn’t.”
My eyes widen. “What did he make?”
“That’s not important. The fact is… you are not a monster. You are my very own princess, my Sleeping Beauty.” Connor’s lips press gently against mine.
“I can’t stop seeing it,” I whisper.
“Let’s experiment.” He smirks.
“How?”
“We’re going to see how many orgasms it takes before you can shut your brain off and pass out.”
