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A camera is set up in each corner. In the kitchen. The living room. The bedroom. Even outside of the bathroom. She’s been recording herself like she’s sure someone is going to break in and hurt her, and she wants evidence to put them in jail.Funny.
It makes it a hell of a lot easier for me.
I open up her laptop. It doesn’t take long to find the surveillance programs linked to the cameras. I erase the footage of me, then schedule the cameras to turn on again in an hour. I’ll be out of her apartment by then.
After that, I copy her surveillance program login information so that I can have access from anywhere I want.
My dick bulges, and for a split second, I picture myself fucking her from behind, my piercings tearing through that sweet little hole, digging out a new cavern for me. I squeeze the head of my cock through my pants.
“Dirty little girl,” I murmur, pulling myself out to stroke.
You are obsessed,my mother’s voice chimes.
Irritation and numbness flow into my palm. My dick is in my hand, red from the friction, my fingers throbbing around the metal jewelry. I’mnotobsessed—not like my inner voice seems to think—but I need to calm down. Rae is just a woman, and I’ve raped and killed more than my fair share of people. Even if she reminds me of myself, she’s notthatspecial. I’d get hard doing this to anyone.
It’s not abouther.
I click my tongue, then zip my pants and head to the kitchen to grab my coffee and the extra cameras. Jasmine dances in the air, and my mind wanders back to her.
Fake red hair. Tan skin. Plain brown eyes.
I hold the bottle of poison. I could leave it on the counter for her, a gift to let her know that I was here. I have no doubt that she’ll know it’s from me.
I open the creamer, and for a split second, I entertain the idea of pouring the poison into it. Flavored creamer is such a small indulgence, and the idea of killing her when she least expects it would be amusing. With these cameras, I’d get to see her die. It would almost be worth it to see her expression—fear, betrayal, then anger—as she realizes I poisoned her. Someone who was there even before she moved to Pahrump.
Instead, I close my eyes, thinking of her pussy’s sour tang as she watched me kill those people, and I work the zipper of my jeans with one hand. An image of her tanned skin riddled with purple bruises fills my mind, and my hand grips my fleshy cock and the metal jewelry. I’m practically foaming at the mouth. When it comes to our sex, she’ll never have the ability to fake it like she does with her conquests. Every scream will be pure agony, and every scream will belong to me.
My cock bursts, and I moan, the head of my cock resting on that open bottle. My cum drips into her creamer.
I sigh, then close the bottle and shove it back into the fridge. I put the sealed poison back into the plastic grocery bag with the unopened cameras. I head toward the door.
Rae doesn’t need to know that I’ve got a key to her apartment yet. If I told her now, that would be too easy for her…and for me.
I need more than that.
Chapter9
Rae
I stareat the Galloway House in the morning light. The chain-link fence stretches up, full of holes and metal. Keeping people out. Keeping someone inside.Crave.
I take a sip of my mint coffee. A lump—like curdled milk—catches on my tongue. I gag and accidentally swallow the lump before I can spit it out. I go back through the employee door and dump the rest of my coffee into the nearest trash can.
I pass Ned in the hallway.
“Hey,” he says.
I poke his side teasingly. “Can I wait in your office?” I ask. “My shift doesn’t start for a while.”
He waves me back. “Go for it.”
As soon as I’m in his office alone, I scan his desk. A pile of papers. A globe paperweight. No keys. My chest thuds with adrenaline. Where should I put Ned’s key to the Galloway House’s padlock?
I open up his desk drawer and stuff it inside. The office door opens, and I slam myself back into my seat and huff through my nostrils. Ned lifts his brows.
I’m not out of breath from doing something bad,I tell myself.I’m just?—
“You okay, beautiful?” Ned asks.
