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“Please.”
“Okay.” She kneels down next to me. “Um...your pants are still down.”
“Would you mind pulling them back up? Giving me a little dignity?”
I’m shocked when she does. “Better?”
It would be better if her mouth was on my dick, but at least the draft is gone.
She worries her lip between her teeth. “Cain?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you ever think about killing me?”
“No,” I say quickly. “You’re my everything. I knew the second I saw you—you were it for me.”
She looks down at the floor. “I was really out of it the first time we met.”
“I know.” I crane my neck to get a better look at her. “I remember you were sitting on your bed…staring into nothing. You didn’t even realize I’d entered your bedroom until I said your name. And then you looked at me…and I was a goner. I swore right then and there I’d find a way to rescue you…and I did.” I hold her stare. “I know you’re angry about the therapist, but it was the only way. You were so mentally fragile, I had to put you together piece by piece. But in order to do that, I needed you to learn to trust someone first. Karen had neglected you for so long…” I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter. She’s gone. I killed her for you. Because no one hurts my girl.”
I narrow my eyes. “And don’t you worry, sweetheart. Damien will get what’s coming to him. It may not be my doing, but trust me when I say there’s a bullet with his name on it coming straight for him.”
The first day he showed up in town, I took measures to protect myself. Or rather, to make sure he follows close behind in the event he takes me out first.
I was trying to be nice and send him to jail for the rest of his life…but obviously that just won’t do anymore.
Damien no longer deserves my mercy. He only got it because he loved me so much…it made him special. Just like Eden.
She draws her knees up to her chest and I let my gaze roam to her panties. If the silky fabric moves to the left a little, I’d catch a peek of one of her soft pussy lips.
If she moves up several inches, I’ll have my face between her thighs. I close my eyes and inhale. She’s so close but still too far away.
“I’m go
I swallow hard, pulling out all the stops. “Someone once told me it’s not the number of bad things a person does…it’s the number of bad things they do to you. For what it’s worth, I’ve always loved you. Always tried to do right by you.”
“I know,” she whispers. “That’s what makes this so hard. The Cain I fell in love with isn’t the Cain sitting in front of me now.”
“I’m still the same Cain.” I press my cheek to the hardwood of the floor. “What’s your favorite memory of me?”
She’s caught off guard by my question. Good.
And then it happens. She smiles. “The day you told me Karen was dead. You came into my room late at night, crawled into my bed, and held me. You promised me you’d always take care of me. You said we were family.” A tear falls down her cheek. “I felt loved…for the first time in my entire life.”
“I’ll always love you. Even after I’m gone.”
“Part of me doesn’t want you to leave.”
We’re so close. “You could set me free. Let me turn myself in.”
She makes a face. “We both know you wouldn’t.”
“You’re right. You know me better than anyone.”
She looks pensive. “Let’s say I did let you go. What would happen? Would you kill me like all the others?”
“God, no.”
“Not even after I betrayed you?”
“I can’t kill what I love. Hell, I’d probably ask you to run away with me.”
“Where would we run to?”
“Anywhere you want.”
“Damien got me a ticket to Spain.”
“I prefer France.”
She laughs. “You mean it? Me and you?”
My heart thumps against my chest like it’s trying to break free. “Swear it.”
She raises an eyebrow. “No more killing?”
“I’ll never kill again,” I lie. Damien King is a dead man walking.
“I’m scared of you,” she whispers. “I love you, but you petrify me.”
Good. However, that won’t help me now. “I’d never hurt you.”
“Promise?”
“You have my word.”
She shifts so she’s on her knees. “There’s a small storm hatch behind you we can crawl out through.”
“Perfect. But let’s work on untying these, first. Shall we?”
“Oh, right.” Her hands tremble as she undoes the ropes on my legs before moving to the ones on my wrists. She pulls out the key for the cuffs…then pauses.
“What is it?”
“Where are we going after this?”
It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes. “Wherever you want.”
“I’m not doing this until we have a plan.”
She’s turned into quite the demanding little thing. “I figure we’ll go back home, get some sleep—”
“You said we were leaving town. If you’re just using me—”
“I’m not.” Christ almighty. She’s so needy. “We’ll spend the night at the house. Then we’ll head for the airport at the break of dawn.”
There’s a smile on her face as she undoes my cuffs. “Okay.”
I stand up, and she tenses, as though expecting me to hurt her. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go home.”
So I can fuck your little whore cunt…and then kill you.
Make you both pay for your sins.