“Is this all because women won’t sleep with you willingly?” I ask, needing to distract him anyway I can so he keeps his hands off me. “Are you so pathetic that not even your money is enough to convince them?”
“You better shut that pretty mouth of yours before I shove my cock into it.”
“Why are you doing this to women? To me?” I manage to say despite the bile creeping up my throat.
A sly smile rolls across his face. “You were just a fun little bonus. Fate has a funny way of having people’s paths cross.”
My eyebrows snap together. “What are you talking about?”
He walks over to a table filled with objects I can’t make out from here. “Did Daddy never tell you about me, Lux Levinson?”
“My dad?” I swallow hard.“What does my dad have to do with this?”
“He needs to pay for what he did.” Andrew’s teeth clench together. “And you’ll be perfect for that.”
“You’re making no sense.”
“It will.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, still confused.
“So you really don’t know what your daddy did to me?” he snarls, obviously losing his patience with me because apparently he believes I should know what he’s referring to, but I’m clueless and wish he’d tell me already. “Let me enlighten you then. Twenty years ago, my stepbrother was running one of the most well-prolific sex rings on the West Coast until your father put him away.” Andrew frantically paces back and forth as he recounts the story, a knife in hand. “I was a young kid when it happened, and he was the only person who cared about me. So when he died in prison two years ago, I knew I had to resurrect it in his honor.”
“What do I have to do with this?”
“Your dad is responsible for my stepbrother’s death,” he yells. “If he had just left it alone, none of this would have happened. He took my only brother from me.”
“So you’re going to kill me?” I ask, pushing away the fear boiling inside from his threat.
He shakes his head. “Now, where would the fun be in that?”
“I don’t understand.”
What does he want then?
He cocks his head to the side and glides the sharp end of the knife up my bare leg, dragging it across the top of my panties.
I inhale sharply. My heart is pounding on the back of my ribcage.
“You were supposed to be at the cabin when the lieutenant showed up at the crime scene, so he could find his daughter beaten, raped, and left for dead. Poetic justice, don’t you think?” He pauses. “That’s why I didn’t let the other guys fuck you. I wanted to be the only one who got to you, and boy, was it nice. That sweet pussy of yours was…” He trails off, smiling into the empty room as if reminiscing on that night.
Another repulsive shiver travels up my back, watching him relive the moments he raped me, and there is nothing I can do about it. “I survived, you prick,” I say with more confidence this time, chasing away my terror.
Andrew’s head swings in my direction, his eyes darkening. “Yes, all thanks to River fuckingThompson.”
“He is going to kill you, just like we killed the others,” I threaten.
He rolls his eyes, as if not in shock. “You think I didn’t know it was you?” He stalks around the bed, kneeling next to me.
Pursing my lips together, I try to pull back. “Get away from me.”
Andrew ignores my plea and leans in, bringing his lips to my cheek. I squeeze my eyes shut as his tongue darts out, sliding down my cheek and along the seams of my lips.
“You’re fucking disgusting.” I gag on my own words in response to him.
Andrew pulls away and lets out a dark chuckle. “With how much time he spent outside your house, I’m surprised River let you out of his sight this long.”
“You were watching me?”
