Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
I didn’t need her trust because that didn’t matter either. Being able to look at someone and know they trusted you was fleeting. It never lasted. The only thing that ultimately counted for anything was having her obey me. I needed her submission.
I needed my cock inside her.
I needed it all from her because the darkness inside me demanded it.
Wave after wave of obscene intent filled me, threatening to say “fuck it” and just tear the blanket and her clothes away to take what I wanted. I clenched my fists, the tension radiating through my body. The need for control was a constant hum in my veins. I wanted to own Evelina completely.
People were disposable, replaceable.
Even this pretty little thing. Right?
No.
She was... different. I didn’t know why and probably never would, but once again, it didn’t matter.
I was lost in my thoughts, but the sound of Evelina stirring drew my attention, so I focused on her calm, sleeping body. I held my breath because the twisted part of me wanted her to wake up, to see me sitting here, and to spot all the cum I’d left on her floor. Maybe she’d be turned on by my huge dick tenting my pants threatening to bust through the fabric.
But she didn’t wake up, and disappointment filled me briefly. I was a nasty fuck, but she’d grow to love it.
The darkness inside me was clawing just beneath the surface, demanding more… to be free. My demon would never be satisfied with just watching and waiting. It always wanted more until I finally let it go and hunted.
I wasn’t a good man. Jesus Christ, I was a monster. And the current obsession of my inner beast, the one and only thing it wanted…
Was her.
I told her I’d leave her after this was all said and done, but the truth was, I didn’t know if I would walk away from her.
At least not until I had my fill with her.
7
EVELINA
When I woke up, the storm was still raging, the rain now turning to sleet. I knew in the next twenty-four hours it would be full on snowing making the road to town dangerous to maneuver.
The sound of the wind howling and the water and ice pelting against the windows was relentless. It was a constant backdrop to my disoriented thoughts, and the perfect weather for this insane situation.
I blinked up at the ceiling, tracing the ancient water stains with my eyes and feeling the cold air wrap around me like an unwanted blanket.
My mind and body ached from exhaustion, and if not for the hazy gray light filtering in through the crack in the curtains, I would have thought it was still the middle of the night.
I was that tired.
I glanced at the bedside clock, seeing it was already late afternoon. No wonder I felt so groggy—I’d slept most of the day away. What did they call this feeling? Sleep inertia?
No, it’s called being held hostage in your house by a maniac.
So, yeah… I wasn’t exactly surprised I felt like shit after everything that happened last night.
I glanced at my nightstand where I’d left my phone before bed, but I knew it wasn’t going to be there. Although service out here was sketchy on a good day, when it was weather Armageddon? I had no luck in actually being able to make or receive calls.
The house was freezing when I pushed off the covers, and the urge to pull the comforter back up to my chin was strong. But my body was sore, and I needed to move around to get my blood circulation going again.
I stood and had to move around a chair that was pushed up right beside my bed. I opened my dresser drawer and pushed shit around until I found the thickest sweater I owned, grabbed a pair of wool socks, and turned to face the bedroom door.
The furnace must have gone out again. It had been on its last leg from the moment I moved in, so I’d been expecting this outcome. I’d been trying to stretch its lifespan, since I didn't have extra funds to replace it, but it seemed even my stubborn attempts at denial couldn’t resuscitate old, broken parts. Of course, it had to happen at this exact moment in my life when it had been turned on its head by an escaped, convicted murderer.
Fuck my life.
I left the room and stood at the railing, hearing faint banging downstairs. My throat was tight, and my heart instantly started beating faster. What did I expect—Kane to be gone?
I went into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it so I had the faux sense that I was safe from this storm—literal and figurative. For long seconds, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I almost didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. I was pale, my dark hair tangled from sleeping the day away, and there was no hiding the dark circles under my eyes.