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“Little cure, little cure,” he says, clicking his tongue. The scent of chemicals, pine needles, and sweat lingers on his skin. His cock twitches against my back and a shot of energy rams through me at the contact. I try to move, but I can’t. He presses into me, his body weight holding me down like a helpless animal. And though I hate him with every fiber of my being, a heat flutters in my lower belly. The pain in my arms and back, the scent of his natural odor and expensive cologne surrounding me, the pressure of his cock, every part of him completely devouring me.
I bite the inside of my lip, reminding myself that he’s the enemy.
“I have the footage,” I say as my last stab at him, pointing toward his office. “I can take that to the police too.”
“I already put my hard drives back in my offices.”
Shit.A headache roars in my forehead, a throbbing sensation stretching over my skull. I suck in a breath.
“This isn’t over,” I say.
“That’s only trueifyou agree to my terms,” he says, clacking his teeth together. “If you go to jail now, you won’t have another chance to kill me.”
My cheeks flame with anger. He lets go of my wrist and the flush of relief spreads through me. I stretch my arm, rubbing my shoulder from the ache. I grab my purse off of the floor; it must have fallen off. I leave the knife on the bed.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Winstone,” I say, shoulder-checking him as I pass. He grabs my arm, whipping me around and shoving me against the wall. My head bumps into the plaster and his lips pull back, baring his teeth.
“What did you say?” he growls. His sweet, metallic breath brushes my cheeks. Fear barrels through me and I pant. His body heat pulses, caging me in. He can do anything to me right now. He can rape me. He can even kill me.
My stomach tightens. “Cash,” I whisper.
He lets go, adjusting his button-up shirt like nothing happened, his jaw harsh. I steady myself too, gnawing at my inner lip. I pause at the door. He steps closer, but I stay still, holding my position steady.
I know what I have to do.
“One day, I’m going to kill you,” I say. His pupils beam into my soul. Those dark brown freckles on the whites of his eyes are like dark clouds hovering over me. He pinches my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look up even higher, and I grimace, my lips flinching, but I don’t shy away. I’ve done this before. I survived then, and Iwillsurvive now.
“I hope you do,” he says in a low voice. “And I hope you enjoy it.”
CHAPTER 4
Cash
Warm satisfaction ripples through my chest as Remedy goes through the filing cabinets. The television buzzes in the background, but it doesn’t interest me. Remedy’s straight, black hair swishes from side to side as she peels through each file, separating them into categories by the style of development, then further by year, always sticking the folder back onto the cart, keeping her back to me. It’s a menial task, and yetthatis the fun of it. Remedy’s mind is too rapid to zone out when she has her back to me. She can’t escape, andthatamuses me.
She had been at these types of tasks all day.
It’s been years since I messed with someone like this. Getting close to a victim is never as fun as it seems; they always have irritating habits that get in the way. And once they’re dead, there’s one less loose end to think about. But Remedy isn’t like that. She isn’t annoying me yet, but each time her fruity scent—like peaches and mango roasting in an oven—crosses my nose, my dick hardens and her words fill me.
One day, I’m going to kill you.
She said it with such conviction that after she left, I choked my dick until I came, picturing the venom in her eyes as we fought each other to the death. Our hands crushing each other’s throats. Blood soaking our skin, matting our hair, so that we resemble the monsters we truly are.
It’s why I’m attracted to her, and why six orgasms the night before didn’t satisfy me. It’s why I needed to feel someone’s heart stop to finally get her off of my mind. Perhaps Remedy can entertain me for the last time.
I kick my feet up onto the desk as I peer at Remedy, her juicy ass jiggling in her trousers as she works. A skirt on her first day, and pants today. Like that will protect her from my attacks. I pinch my lips together.It doesn’t work like that, little cure.
“Is Jenna your best friend?” I ask. Remedy stills for a moment, and with that, I know the answer. “How long have you known her?”
I give her a minute, adjusting my sleeves, making sure they’re properly rolled and out of the way. Still, Remedy doesn’t answer.
“I can fuck you until you’re raw right now if you’d prefer that to a conversation.”
Her muscles tense, her clothes shifting across her body back as she struggles to hide her reaction. Her body knows what she wants. But she lets out a sigh, holding a file in midair like a dagger.
“We’ve been friends since we were kids,” she says. That’s a long time.
“And your parents. Are they still together?”
