Page 96 of Sinister Legacy
I can sense her.
And my dick throbs in response to her fear thickening the air.
“You’re naughty, baby, toying with me like this. Do you have any idea how hard it makes me to think of you hiding somewhere, terrified, wet, and needy?”
There’s a sound behind me, and I whirl around just in time to duck when she throws an empty glass at me. “I was a fucking dare to you, huh?!”
The loud crash is followed by another one as she grabs the vase of lilies on the counter and tosses that, too. “You’re an asshole, King!”
So she found out about Hayley’s stupid dare? I knew it would happen sooner or later, but that doesn’t mean I’m not fucking pissed that someone, most likely Hayley or Ava, snitched.
I take chase when she sets off running blindly through the house. “You think your anger is gonna stop me? Think again.”
Keira flies up the stairs to the second floor, and I smile to myself. What a rookie mistake.
“Never run upstairs, baby, when there’s a predator on your tail. You’ll get yourself cornered and fucked.”
“Go fuck yourself!” she shouts, out of breath.
Grabbing the railing, I take the steps slowly. Keira trips and bangs her knee halfway up, but I make no move to grab her yet. Let her think she stands a chance at getting away. “I would much rather fuck you.”
She hauls herself up the last steps and onto the landing. Then she sets off running down the carpeted hallway. I take a moment to watch her hair fly behind her in the darkness before releasing a slow chuckle and taking off after her. To heighten her fear, I tap the knife on a picture frame of Keira and her parents.
“Which one of my friends snitched? I bet it was Hayley. She was always jealous.” I keep talking, if only to get her to engage in conversation. Keira makes bad decisions when she’s distracted. Like now, when she enters one of the bedrooms and slams the door shut. The lock clicks into place, the sound loud in the silence.
My dick likes it a lot.
Stopping outside the door, I tap the blade against it. “Open up, baby.”
Of course, she doesn’t. It’s not like I expect anything less.
“If you don’t open up, you leave me no choice but to kick the door down. And somehow, I don’t think your mom would like that.”
“You’re a fucking psycho!” she shouts from the other side.
“Says the girl who slaughtered her own stepdad and enjoyed it.”
“I also fucked him and enjoyed it,” she sneers.
Stiffening, I glare at the door as if it will magically incinerate if I glower at it for long enough. “You did fucking what?!”
“You heard me.”
A low, bitter chuckle rises from my chest before gaining strength and ripping through the echoing silence like a deadly threat. “Just you fucking wait until I catch you, baby. I’m gonna fucking destroy your cunt.”
“Fuck you!” she screams, causing my chuckle to die a swift death.
“I’m coming in, baby. You better start praying now.”
“King, you crazy psycho! Don’t you fucking dare kick that door.”
I drive my boot into the wood, causing Keira to cry out behind it. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t hear you.” I kick it again and again, putting my full weight behind the blows until, finally, with one last, hard kick, it breaks off its hinges and topples to the floor with a resounding thud. “Hi, baby. Did you miss me?”
Staring down at the broken door on the floor, she breathes out, “You’re fucking crazy…”
“I do remember our date when we killed your boyfriend together. Just going on a hunch here, beautiful, but I think your crazy likes my crazy.”
She lifts her startled gaze, blinking so slowly that it’s almost comical. Then she turns and jumps up on the bed before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at me. It flies over my head as she scurries off the mattress, looking for more objects to throw in my direction.
