Page 95 of Sinister Legacy
Her words play on repeat in my mind. Am I a psychopath for not grieving Liam, my own boyfriend? He was an ass in the days leading up to his murder, so should I be a blubbering mess now?
Cassie always thought he hung the moon when, in fact, he was selfish and narcissistic. I’m not saying he was bad, but we used each other for selfish reasons.
I run my hands down my face, then reach for the remote again. The TV won’t switch on, so I bang the remote control on my palm. Why do we do that? Will the batteries magically work? I sit forward, arm stretched out in front of me as I press down hard on the button. Nothing happens.
“Stupid thing.”
Just as I’m about to give up, I’m wrenched back by my hair, and a sharp knife is pressed to my throat from behind. I’m assaulted by the smell of bergamot, leather, and peppermint—my favorite combination in the world.
“Did you miss me, baby?” King’s dark, raspy voice rings out in my ear, his warm breath gliding down the curve of my neck. I swallow against the cold blade. It nicks my skin, the sharp bite of pain drawing a soft whimper from my lips.
“You didn’t think I’d let your sore pussy have a break, did you? That I wouldn’t come back tonight to fuck you raw? I’ll always come back to you, night after night, no-matter-fucking-what.”
My clit tingles deliciously at the dark promise in those words.
“Let’s play a little game, baby. I’m gonna let you go, and I’ll count to ten. And you’re gonna run like a good, frightened little prey. If I catch you, I’m gonna fuck you and fuck you up.”
Holy shit…My pussy clenches in anticipation as I squirm on the couch in hopes of catching myself on the knife.
“Remember your safe word?”
Arching my back off the couch, I wet my lips. My voice comes out heavy with breathy lust. “Reaper.”
“Good little whore.” The knife slowly slides from my throat, the blade kissing my skin. “Now, run.”
Without hesitation, she sets off running. My cock hardens inside my jeans in anticipation of the chase. I’ve been away from my little rabbit for a couple of hours too long. Now it’s like I have my oxygen source back.
I wanted her taken by surprise, thinking that I wouldn’t come back tonight. ThatmaybeI was done with her for the day.
She doesn’t know that she has crawled beneath my skin like a parasite feasting on my heart, and now I need my daily fix. She’s my drug, my downfall, and my sweetest addiction. The monster in me wants to indulge in the darkest parts of her psyche.
“Eight,” I count out loud, cupping my erect cock through my jeans to alleviate some of the pressure. “Nine.”
With my head tilted slightly to the side, I listen for any sound of her. The house is eerily quiet. My little whore knows how to mask her fearful, shaky breaths. She knows how to lure my demon out of Hell.
My lips lift in a smirk, and I make sure my voice carries through the house as I call out, “Ten.”
The floorboards creak beneath my loosely tied Doc Martens as I walk slowly through the living room. I love this part of being extra noisy so that she’ll hear me coming. If I’m really fucking lucky, she’ll bolt from her hidey hole like a rabbit.
And like a cunning fox, I’ll take chase.
“I can hear your racing heartbeat, baby. Is your pussy dripping for me?” I crack my neck and flex my hands.
I swear I can fucking smell her fear scenting the air like an aroma designed to entrap me, and it makes me wonder who the real hunter truly is.
She knows how to coax me out to play.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
The wooden floorboards creak again as I enter the dark hallway, looking from the kitchen to the staircase that leads upstairs.
As a diversion, I walk up to the staircase. Then, at the last minute, I turn around and enter the kitchen. Moonlight shines in through the window above the sink, which is stacked with dishes. The trashcan beside the kitchen island is filled to the brim, with two takeout boxes at the top.
Walking up to the counter, I pick up a fork and wait for a beat to let the silence settle over the room before dropping it to the floor.
The loud clank assaulting the quiet as it collides with the marble flooring doesn’t disappoint. I bet my little rabbit’s pounding heartbeat jumped up to her throat.
Tongue darting out to wet my bottom lip, I slowly turn and slide my gaze over the dark room. She’s hidden in the shadows.
