Page 55 of Dollhouse

“We have to get out of here.” She was oddly as calm as I was after just witnessing me murder someone. She walked toward me, her eyes never straying away from the blood on my hands. Slowly, she took my hands in hers, and I swear I witnessed her pupils dilate at the sight of the blood on my hands.

“You have to go. Run! And don’t ever come back here,” I said, pulling away from her touch. I killed someone. I was a monster. I was too much of a monster to touch an angel.

Lee’s bright eyes finally looked up to mine as her eyebrows pulled together.

“Not without you,” she said through gritted teeth.

Carefully, I took her porcelain face in my hands, smearing the blood from my hands on her perfect skin.

She gasped, pressing her body against mine, her arms wrapping around my neck.

“I love you, Lee. And I promise, one day, in another lifetime, we will be together. But right now, you need to run. Leave this city and don’t ever come back.” I pressed my lips against hers and sealed the promise that I fully intended to keep with a kiss.

I didn’t know when or how, but one day, she would come back to me.

She was meant to be mine.

Every inch of her is sealed into my memory, she’s someone I would never forget. With a final kiss, Lee did exactly as I said. She left the house that was our own personal hell for the last three years.

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“Rowen?”Her sweet voice pulls me away from my stupor.

Like a hungry animal, I lunge at her, pressing her back against the wall and coming nose to nose with her.

“You liked watching me kill him,” I accuse, not needing a response because I already know.

I can still feel the way she’d pressed her body against mine and the way her breathing had hitched.

My left hand wraps around her throat, not in an aggressive way that could cut off her breathing, but in a way that lets her know who’s in control. My right hand grips her small waist in a bruising grip.

She’s a temptress.

She’s already claimed King, is seconds away from claiming Eli, if he let her that is, and now my own control around her is slipping fast.

Fuck.

I don’t have any control around her anymore.

Not when she looks the way she does that causes my heart to beat right the fuck out of my chest.

I lower my head and crush my lips against hers, taking her perfect plump lips in a delicious kiss that awakens every feeling in my body and makes me hyper aware of how perfect she feels against me.

She presses her body against mine and climbs me like a damn tree. I help her up, taking her legs and wrapping them around my waist, my hands gripping her ass and kneading it in the thin silk sleep shorts that she’s wearing.

“Do you remember how easily I took his life? His blood on my hands, on your face, your lips.” I carry her toward my bed, throwing her small body on it. She bounces before settling right in the middle on her back.

Climbing onto the bed and on top of her carefully, I take her perfect face in my large hands, my thumbs stroking her soft cheeks.

“You looked so beautiful with blood on your face.” Her breathing hitches. She raises her hips against mine to rub her core against the growing bulge in my sweats. “I bet if I touch your pussy right now, it’ll be wet just from thinking about his death and blood.” Her only response is a moan, her hips circling me as she rubs herself against me at a quicker pace.

Holy fuck, I am going to burst in my pants like a horny teenager if she keeps doing that.

She knows what the fuck she wants and is taking it.

“I knew then that you were turned on, and I know it now.” I press a kiss to her lips, trailing my lips down to her neck.

Her face is flushed, she’s close to an orgasm, but I am not going to allow it. Not yet.

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