Page 22 of Sinister Legacy
“I don’t know,” I reply, looking at the next picture in line, “but it wouldn’t surprise me if the killer is someone close to Keira. Someone who’s had an obsession with her family for some time.”
My phone rings in my pocket, so I fish it out and swipe the screen.
“What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, dimming the screen and pocketing my phone. “Word got out, and now there’s a media frenzy outside the hospital. Everyone is frothing at the mouth.”
“And Blackwoods is once more back in the spotlight,” Officer Riveiro mutters, her gaze distant.
“History repeats itself.”
There are some things I don’t take well to, and rejection is one of them. Keira never replied to my last message, much to my friends’ amusement. I didn’t tell them outright, but they could tell.
It was kind of obvious when we met up at the movies to watch the latest horror flick. I spent the entirety of the movie with my feet propped on the seat in front of me while staring at my screen. Waiting and waiting and fucking waiting for a text message.
She ghosted me.
No one fucking ghosts me.
Which is why I’m now in her bedroom, soaking wet from the rain outside, hovering over her while she sleeps.
A lightning strike lights up her slender form on the bed. She’s on her side with the quilt bunched between her bare legs.
Tilting my head to the side, I glide my gaze up her pale ankle, past her knee, all the way to her pert ass, hidden beneath a pair of pink sleep shorts. Her tank top has ridden up to reveal a sliver of waist and toned stomach.
The rumble of thunder outside masks the sound of my heavy Doc Marten’s on the laminate floor as I step toward her. Rainwater drips from my coat and fingertips. I tighten my grip on the switchblade in my hand in anticipation.
She’s so vulnerable and easy to hurt. Seeing her like this, asleep and barely dressed while there’s a psycho killer on the loose, wakes the restless monster in me.
I take another step closer, the floorboard creaking beneath my heavy weight. Keira stirs, and my heart thuds heavily.
My soaked clothes are cold against my heated skin as I wait. Nothing happens. Keira’s soft breathing evens out.
A part of me is disappointed she didn’t wake up and scream. But that would alert her parents.
My legs meet the side of the bed. I lean down and carefully brush her hair away from her brow with the wet knife, trailing the flat end down her pale cheek. Her long lashes and parted lips stir my dick. Who am I kidding? I’ve been hard as a rock ever since I climbed through her window.
Leaning down further, I let my lips ghost her ear as I whisper, “I’m gonna fuck you up, baby.”
My little toy stays sleeping while I dip the blade inside her sleep shorts before cutting them off her body. Another lightning strike lights up the curve of her pale ass, and the mattress dips beneath my weight. I straddle her thighs and unbutton my jeans, careful not to touch her yet. My clothes are cold. I don’t want her to startle awake before I have her where I want her.
Slowly sliding down the zipper, the sound loud and erotic in the quiet room, I shove my jeans down until they’re around my thighs. Precum beads on my dick as I wrap my fingers around the thick length, stroking once.
Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids. I’m so fucking aroused, touching myself while she sleeps in front of me, none the fucking wiser, with her bare ass right there for the taking.
Flipping the knife in my hand, I spit on the handle before dipping it between her ass cheeks. Still soundly asleep, she arches her back as a whimper slips from her lips. I jack my dick while rubbing the handle over her cunt and tight exit.
One day soon, I’m going to ram my dick in her ass and muffle her screams with my hand over her mouth.
I hiss a breath through my teeth, my balls tightening at the thought of her crying beneath me.
Maybe I should thank Hayley for making Keira my dare. Though the dare is far from my mind now. I no longer want to fuck this girl as part of some Halloween game. I want to feast on the dead look in her eyes. And the darkness in her that calls out to mine.
The knife is soaked with her arousal when I slide it out from between her ass cheeks. She’s a slut even when she’s asleep.
I lie down on top of her and clamp my hand over her mouth as she startles awake with a scream.
There it is.
