Page 43 of Sinister Legacy
“He’s going to murder someone tonight,” she whispers into the crook of my neck.
“He was taunting you, babe.”
“He meant it.”
I reach across her to switch off the light, but she shakes her head.
“Please, leave it on.”
She must be spooked if she wants to sleep with the lights on.
I lie back down and pull her onto my chest. Outside, the wind rustles the bush beneath the window, and the tall branches scratch the glass. They need trimming back.
“He wanted me to guess his next kill.”
I stay silent, sensing she wants to say more.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“But you gave a name?”
She nods, snuggling closer.
Rubbing my hand down my face, I stare up at the ceiling. Keira smells of apple shampoo and her own unique scent. I breathe her in, my cock stirring to life.
“I said Cassie… I knew it wasn’t her, but I couldn’t live with myself if he killed her.”
Cassie…
I had my cock down her throat today after lunch. She makes it so fucking hard to say no.
Even though I know I should.
Especially after what happened at the wake.
I’m surprised King hasn’t sought me out yet to blackmail me. What the hell is he waiting for? I’ve contemplated dispatching him, but it’s not a good idea with an active killer in the area.
If I kill King, what’s to stop Officer Wells from pinning the other murders on me?
I just won’t let myself get caught.
“You did what you had to do,” I reassure Keira. “You protected your friend.”
“But now someone else will die.”
I roll her onto her back and push up on my elbow. “Don’t let the killer get to you. It doesn’t matter what name you said, he won’t stop killing people. He just wants you to stay up worrying about it, like you are now.” I palm her cold breasts, loving their fullness in my hands. “Don’t let him play these mind games with you.”
The way she stares up at me has me throbbing in my boxers.
I roll on top of her and grind my cock against the inside of her thigh, letting her feel how hard she makes me. Her lips part, and then she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her mouth.
Shifting on top of her, I grind my dick against her pussy and whisper between kisses, “I need to be inside you.”
“Someone is dying tonight. We shouldn’t—”
“That’s exactly why we should.” Reaching between us, I shove my boxers down before kicking them off. “We can’t let him win, babe.”
She stares up at me, and her long lashes flutter as I press into her. This is what I wanted when I saw her crying on the bench in the locker room.
