“And?” If she wanted the answer, she would have to ask the question.
There was that spark of uncertainty again. “You were her date.”
“Come on now, Little Bird.” I lifted my finger and lazily traced a path down between her breasts. “If you want to impress me, you’ll have to do better than that.”
“She was last seen with you.”
“We’ve established that.”Ask the question.
A part of her didn’t want to know the answer, while another part reeked of morbid curiosity. The anticipation of which part would win was killing me.
Marnie’s chest shook with a shuttered breath, then the words finally left her lips, “You…killed her.”
There it is.
“I did.”
It wasn’t my blunt answer that caused her eyes to widen. It was something else.
“Do you want to know how I did it?”
“No.” Her brows knit in a tight scowl. “I don’t want the sick details.”
Oh, but she did. My Little Bird wasn’t as good of an actress as she thought she was. No good girl smile or hate-filled glare could hide that spark flashing across her face.
“I wrapped my hands around her neck.” I reached out and curled my fingers around Marnie’s throat. “And choked the life out of her.”
My grip tightened, making her breath shallow. Lindsay had the same mix of fear and bewilderment on her face. As if she couldn’t believe that her date did this to her, but that wasn’t why Marnie was surprised or why her thighs squished together.
“Strangling someone isn’t as easy as movies make it look. You have to hold on for about four minutes.”
Marnie’s face paled as I dug my fingers and thumb into the sides of her neck, cutting off more of her oxygen.
“And they fight the entire time.”
I was almost disappointed when her hands jerked on the rope. Lindsay slapped and clawed at me so frantically that I had scratches on my face for a week.
“Of course, all the fighting in the world doesn’t matter once oxygen deprivation kicks in.”
Marnie was trying to remain calm, but I could feel the beat of her pulse. That wild and erratic rhythm told me that despite her bravado, she was scared.
“Do you know what oxygen deprivation does to you, Little Bird?” My nostrils flared with the desire to soak up her fear as I leaned in closer. “Your body goes limp before your brain shuts off, so you know exactly what’s happening to you. And there’s fuck all you can do about it.”
Like right now. Her eyes glimmered with hatred, yet her arms were unmoving and hanging from the rope binding her. I could do whatever I wanted. Marnie was completely at my mercy.
“Lindsay took her last breath with my cock buried inside her.” I grazed my cheek off hers and whispered, “I never came so hard.”
The swallow that bobbed under my palm vibrated down my arm, but it was the raspy “Fuck you.” That snapped the last of my resolve.
“You know what?” I pressed my lips against her and growled, “That sounds like a great fucking idea.”
All my Little Bird could do when I removed my hand from her neck was cough air back into her lungs. That didn’t stop her from glaring at me when I climbed off the bed. She really hated me. I wanted to loosen her binds and go for another round, but not as much as I wanted to sink deep inside her hot little cunt.
When I reached over my shoulder to grab my shirt, Marnie sang, “don’t you want to know how I knew?”
“Knew about what?” I asked while pulling the black cloth over my head.
“Lindsay.”
