Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
“And the more you hate me, the more I will make you beg for me.”
Ivy
I swallow, trying not to let it affect me that he’s this up close and personal, that he’s using his fingers to imprint the feel of my face, my chin, my lips onto his crazed mind. But it’s hard, so damn hard not to waiver. There’s a deranged killer right in front of me, one who wants nothing more than to own me, use me, play with my body … and just a single breath could be the trigger to unleash his insanity.
Finally, the buzzing between my legs is turned down a few notches, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Don’t worry, slut, I’ll turn the damn thing on full tilt soon again,” Heath muses.
But Silas blocks his view and keeps my gaze locked on his.
“You did a very bad thing.” His thumb dips into my mouth. “You couldn’t help watch me while I jerked off in the shower… while covered in blood. You didn’t run. You didn’t scream. You were fascinated.” He slides in deeper and deeper until my eyes begin to water, and I can literally see the glimmer of possessiveness appear in his eyes. “You’re just as messed up as I am, and you want this.”
He slowly pulls out and watches my reaction as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them off.
And it actually makes my pussy throb.
Fuck.
Why does this insane asshole have this effect on me?
He suddenly grabs a fistful of my hair, forcing my head to tilt back. “Now ask me what you want to ask.”
“Why do you kill?” I don’t know why, but I have to know.
His hard-on bounces up and down from the question alone. “Because it’s fun.”
“Who do you kill?” While we’re at it, I might as well ask everything I want to before the chance is gone.
“Anyone and anything, but the bad ones are the easiest targets because they’re the easiest to dispose of. Thieves. Monsters. Abusers. Mostly people who won’t be missed, but if they get in my way, I will take their life.” He leans in even farther until my breasts are pressed up against his shaft. “You’re not asking what you really want to know.”
“Don’t you feel guilty?”
A chuckle leaves his mouth. “Guilt is a thing for people like you, isn’t it?” He taps my head. “You assume everyone feels the same as you, that everyone can feel love, affection, sadness, fear, devotion.” He bends over and looks me dead in the eyes. “I feel nothing.”
I look up into his darkened eyes. “What are you?”
“You know the fucking answer.” He grips my face with both hands. “Say it.”
It comes out in a short breath. “You’re a serial killer. A psychopath.”
The grin on his face widens until it scares even me. “Psychopath … I like that addition.” His fingers splay across my cheeks, forcing my jaws to open. “But I’m not the one who wants money so badly I’d sell my soul for it.”
I swallow. “Body. My body is yours. I never said my soul was too.”
Half of his grin dissipates from his face, making him look like the devil personified. “You think I will stop after I’m done with your body?”
Fuck.
He briefly glances at both Max and Heath. “Now, are you two ready to prove yourself to me?”
What does he mean?
Silas’s fingers steady my face as they slowly crawl up to my ears. “Now, am I psychopathic enough to make even a sneaky thief run like hell?”
I frown. “What? Why?”
“You thought you could outsmart me. Spy on me. Watch me become the monster of your nightmares. But the darkness belongs to me, and you are just a visitor in my hellish domain. Now run, little thief, and let me show you what a pitch-black soul looks like.”
My eyes widen as he rips the hearing aids straight out of my ears, leaving me with only four out of five senses. Before I have the chance to steal them back, he chucks them at Heath.
His lips move, and I try to read his words while my heart begins to race in my throat.
“Run and I’ll catch you.
Fight and I’ll win.
Beg … and maybe I’ll show mercy.”
He lifts three fingers and counts down.
“Three. Two. One.”
Then he nods at Heath … and the lights are all switched off with a single push of a button.
Pitch-black darkness.
Total silence.
All that’s left inside me is fight, flight, freeze, or fawn.
And I choose to flight.
CHAPTER 27
Silas
There is nothing that excites me more than the thrill of the fucking chase.
She dared me to play a game of cat and mouse in class… and now the chase is finally on.
I can hear her feet skid on the wooden floor as she dashes out of the room and into the hallway, and the wicked grin returns to my face.