Page 62 of Heart of a Killer

“How do you think I knew exactly what you liked? Your search history was colorful, to say the least,” he brags, knowing all my deepest and darkest secrets.

His breath tickles my neck, making my cheeks heat at his nearness and admission. There was never a moment of privacy; no secret he didn’t know about me. It explains why I enjoyed what he did to me the first night he took me. He understood my desire to be controlled. But I needed it to also be my choice. That’s the part he had to learn.

His length presses into my ass, and I push back on him. Alex takes the hint and grinds himself into me before pulling me flush against him by my neck.

“You just can’t get enough, can you?”

“No, never,” I confess.

That makes his chest rumble with laughter, and he lets go of me.

“Next time, little butterfly. But first, I have a surprise for you.”

A loudbang!sounds from the computer, and Alex halts in the doorway while I stare at the scene before me. The door to my room has been thrown open, and Nicole is making out with an older man on the screen. He throws her on my bed and—

“My bed, really?”

I bite my lip, continuing to watch the hot action happening on the monitor.

“Come on, Skylar, don’t be a perv,” Alex chastises.

“What? She’s on my bed, though. Doesn’t that give me permission to watch?”

Reluctantly, I follow Alex out of the room.

Nicole is like a sister to me, and maybe one day she will tell me all her secrets—that’s if I ever get the chance to call her, since I’m now officially a criminal.

Alex leads the way down the stairs. Before we make it to the last step, he turns around, pushing his dark hair out of his face, and pulls out a small knife from his back pocket.

My heart beats rapidly in my chest. “What’s that for?”

“You might need this,” he states, placing the hilt in my palm.

My fingers sit in its grooved edges as if designed for them.

He continues walking.

I’m planted on the bottom steps, staring at my reflection in the blade.

“Come on, little butterfly. It’s time for you to evolve,” Alex calls from the entryway of the living room.

My footfalls pound as loud as the blood rushing in my ears. The living room is dark until Alex flips the switch, illuminating the room. In the middle sits our dad, tied to a chair, blood running down his face.

“Steven?” I blurt, and he thrashes his head back and forth.

His screams are muffled under a layer of duct tape.

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Alex

“You remember how before I was stabbed in the back by your friend, I was going to tell you a secret?”

The look on Skylar’s face pains me, but she needs to know the truth. The father I thought I knew and wanted was never a father at all. That’s something I didn’t realize until years later. My loathing for Skylar changed after seeing how he treated her and her mom. He was no good, even worse than my mother in some ways. I dodged a bullet with Steven, but Skylar deserves to know the truth.

What she does with it is up to her.

Skylar hesitates. “Yeah.”

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