Sinister and I exchange glances. He jerks his head toward Chris’s pasty naked ass disappearing around the corner. “Ladies first.”
I laugh and drop a curtsy. “Thank you, kind sir.” The music sets fire to my blood, and the anticipation of the hunt sets my feet in motion. Barbie swings back and forth as I stalk my prey, humming along with the song as I go. Glancing over my shoulder, I notice Sinister ducking into a tunnel.
That man is perfect for me. He accepts me just as I am, both Wren and Dolly. He makes me feel things other than anger and has given me back parts of myself I thought were lost. The thought of spending forever at his side both thrills and terrifies me. He’s wormed his way into my heart, blowing apart my defenses and setting up home there.
I wouldn’t survive his loss. Not a second time.
Up ahead, the strobe lights flash over Chris’s huddled body as he peers around the corner of the maze. I bite my lip to keep from laughing and tiptoe up behind him. Barbie slashes through the air, her blades twinkling blue and purple as she lands at the base of his spine, tearing into his flesh and making it rain blood.
I dance away and push through a hidden door into the tunnels, leaving Chris howling behind. A hand wraps around my mouth, and I’m yanked against a hard chest. “You’re so fucking perfect, little stalker. Watching you spillblood makes my dick hard.” A shiver runs down my body when he takes Barbie from my hand and drops her to the floor. He flips my dress up with one hand, while the other moves off my mouth and cups my neck.
He pushes inside me with a hard thrust, making me moan. “Fuck me like you mean it, Sin.” He chuckles and pushes my back down before fucking me so hard my teeth rattle. I reach out to hold on to the wall, my body jerking with each thrust. “You better make me come this time.”
“Do you think you’ve earned it?”
“Yes?”
His hand tightens around my throat, and he pulls back before slamming into me. “Touch your clit and make yourself come while I fuck this pretty pussy,” he says, and I waste no time obeying. He left me wet and unsatisfied earlier, so I’m not risking him changing his mind.
I slide my hand under my dress and fondle his balls, making him curse. I giggle and move up to my clit, soft moans spilling from my lips as I circle the small bud.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, I can feel your walls clenching around me. So fucking good.” I clamp down around him and shout his name as I come. “Yes, yes, yes,” he hisses. His hand tightens more around my neck, cutting off my air flow as he stills, coming deep inside me.
He pulls me up and bites into the base of my neck. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. He pulls out of me with an obscenely wet noise and runs a hand over the bite mark.
“I’m going to tattoo this into your skin so everyone knows you’re mine,” he says before flipping my dress down.
I spin around, lean up on my toes, and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Or, you could use a more traditional method,” I say.
He raises a brow. “What would that be?”
“You could put a ring on it,” I reply, scooping up Barbie and skipping away. Sinister barks a laugh, but I ignore him and keep going. Chris is waiting, and it’s time to put him out of his misery.
Stalking through the warehouse, my head swivels back and forth as I hunt for my prey. The music switches to Haxan Cloak’s “Mist,” the dark base and eerie yips driving me forward.
Chris dives from behind a wall and rams into me, knocking me down. “Die, cunt,” he grits out, kicking me in the side. But I’m not unfamiliar with pain and abuse, so I brush it off and crab-crawl backward, dragging Barbie with me.
“You just fucked up,” I say as I pull myself to my feet. “My brother doesn’t like it when other men touch me.”
“He’s a sick fuck,” Chris spits, running a hand over his mouth. “At least when I made you suck me, I wasn’t your brother.” His hand trembles and his eyes widen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—” A low growl cuts him off, and he shivers at the sound.
My head snaps to the right, my heart thumping like a caged animal when Sinister steps out of the shadows. A blue flash of light illuminates the snarl on his face before it moves away. He moves silently up behind me, towering over me, a furious megalith of destruction.
Chris backs up, raising his hands in supplication when Sinister steps around me, scraping his scythe along the floor. Bright sparks ignite along the edge, and I watch in fascination as the man who’s come to mean everything to me takes Chris’s head off in one fell swoop. It lands on the floor with a gruesome plop, its mouth opening and closing before it freezes in place. The body crashes to the floor, blood spilling out and covering it with a crimson stain.
I drop Barbie and throw myself into Sin’s arms,wrapping my arms around his neck. He holds me close and whispers his mantra. “Five down, little bird. One to go.”
I squeeze him tighter and reply, “I seem to remember what you said would happen if another man touched me.”
Sinister throws his head back and laughs before setting me down and sealing my mouth with his. “Goddamn, woman. I love you.”
Chapter 12
Wren
Three Weeks Later
Itap my fingers on the windowsill, staring blankly out of the window as the bus ambles along Arcadia’s streets. “Come on, come on,” I murmur as panic mounts inside me. Something’s wrong. Very wrong.
