Page 58 of Deeper

“What the hell are you doing here?” My nostrils flare, and I imagine having to kill the woman I left in a hotel bed earlier this morning, her blood staining my hands.

“I was at the club. That doorman I gave the fifty to when you were chained up was fired by the way. You don’t think that was because of me, do you? There must have been some other reason. Right?”

“Rylan, what are you doing here?”

I need fucking answers, not ramblings. The club’s staff is not important at the moment. I want to know what the fuck she is doing here and why the fuck she was watching me through the window. Most of all, I want to know why she doesn’t look terrified right now.

“When I left Utopia, I saw you not far down the road. You took off after that man who hit the girl, and I followed you here.”

The wind picks up, and a scent catches my nose, one that puzzles me.

Pink and red swirl together and mix until I’m dizzy.

I grab her hand between my fingers. She fights against me. I’m stronger.

My dick rages against the inseam of my pants as I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck. My eyes close, enjoying the sweetness off her fingers. We lie on the grass in Number Three’s backyard, and I discover a dirty little secret from Rylan. I open my eyes and look down at her. A secret she doesn’t look ashamed of. One she doesn’t try to hide from me.

“You were watching me.” It’s a fact, not a question.

“Yes.”

“You liked what you saw.” Another fact.

“Yes.”

“These.” I gently bite down on the tips of her fingers. “This hand was down the front of your jeans while you watched me. You were going to get off on what I was doing.”

“God, yes!” The confession comes out like a moan, and she wiggles beneath me.

I push up from the ground and stand above her. “Get up.”

For the first time ever, she follows orders without any sass and pulls herself to her feet.

“Go inside.”

Again, she doesn’t protest or try to stop me. She just turns and leads me back into the house through the door I ran out of moments ago.

“Wait!” I call out as she continues through the bedroom. “He will die. That man in there is going to die tonight. You’re okay with that?”

She bites her lip hard. But I see no hesitation or resistance in her eyes. She wants him to die. She wants to watch me kill Number Three. It’s clear as day. She kicks her shoes off, strips her jeans, and walks toward me. She takes my hand in hers and touches it to the outside of her panties.

She’s soaking wet.

I lose my mind.

Roughly, I push her back, and my lips hit hers. Our tongues whip against one another’s in harsh movements. My hand pushes against her ribs. Her fingers scrape across my skin. Our dark souls attach to one another’s through this kiss. I pull back and thrive off the excitement in her smile. Wickedness lifts the corners of her lips.

“Okay, let’s go.” I follow Rylan out to the living room.

She takes a seat on the sofa across the room from Sebastian, and I stand between them. His eyebrows furrow with confusion. Rylan is here. Her eyes follow my every move.

I’ve been getting off on the torture during these last few kills, but this is on a completely different level. My adrenaline spikes to an all-time high with her beside me, eager to get off on my sadistic doings.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Sebastian.”

His eyes linger on Rylan.

“Don’t look at her. Look at me!”

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