A scream tore from my lips when Preston grunted and thrust into me. He was too big. I couldn’t handle his girth, but he didn’t care. Preston continued to stretch my pussy beyond its limits while Micha swept my hair off the side of my face.
“Here’s the thing, Marnie. I would rather help Riley get over your death than explain this shit to her.”
My mind yelled at me to tell him to fuck off, but my body sang with the enticing concoction of pleasure and pain. I was afraid, and my fear would come out if I opened my mouth. So I lay there, silently groaning every time Preston sank into me as I was jarred across the table.
“So here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to come back in three weeks.” Micha leaned in and hissed, “If you can’t convince me you’re in love with Preston, I’ll gut your sister.”
Trina may annoy me, but she was the person I went to when I was hurt. She was the one who held my hand through our nightmare childhood. I endured our father for her so that she could be happy and pure. Trina wasn’t just my sister. She was the other half of my soul. I couldn’t survive without her, let alone feed her to the beast.
“Enjoy your self-sacrifice, Marnie.” Micha stood up, smoothed his shirt, and turned to walk away. “I hope you survive it.”
My heart sank as an orgasm tore through me, ripping every atom I had apart.
Logan and I were the only ones who understood the dark hunger that consumed our thoughts. I didn’t fault the others for it. Micha tried, Parker hid from it, and Mase…well, he had his own problems.
Out of everyone, Louis was the worst. Psychiatrists always were. But I could put up with his constant poking because someone got it. Logan Hudson and I were two sides of the same coin.
Then Shelby Grace came along.
I was happy that he found someone who could calm his chaos, but a part of me wanted to gut her alive. That girl had no idea how many times I held a knife to her throat while she slept. I didn’t like to share, and in a matter of weeks, Logan and I went from enjoying someone else’s torment to me watching Logan fawn over a chick. The only thing that saved her life was the peace he found being with her.
That didn’t stop me from wanting to throw up whenever I saw them sucking face in public or cuddling. Logan didn’t have balls anymore because Shelby took them. It was pathetic how he pampered her.
So why was I brushing Marnie’s hair like she was a fucking doll? Even worse, I was enjoying it. Every time I smoothed out a section of those beautiful dark locks, I couldn’t stop myself from touching her. My palm felt empty without the warmth of her soft skin. If I killed her now, I could rid myself of the sweet tinge of her scent in the back of my throat.
“Ouch!” Marnie jarred her head to the side. “That hurt.”
Good. It should hurt. Everything I did to her should hurt.
“Shut the fuck up.” I jerked my wrist, tearing the brush through another knot. “You’re the one that let it get this tangled.”
Snideness curled her lip. “I must’ve missed the comb in my cage.”
“You have fingers.”
If I wasn’t busy trying to straighten this mess, I might’ve admired the hatred etching deep lines in her brow.
“I hate to point this out to you, but I’m going to need more than my fingers to get rid of the ‘I just got fucked’ look.”
“I like that look.”
“Then stop complaining, or better yet….” Her bright eyes shot daggers at me over her shoulder. “Someone could keep their dick in their pants.”
She had a point. I’d fucked her while Micha was here, then again in the bath, and I was already hard again. I couldn’t get enough of her. All I could think about was sinking back into that sweet little pussy. The mirror in front of her wasn’t helping. Her calves were tied to the legs of the chair, spreading her thighs just enough to get a peek of her delicate pink flesh that made my mouth water.
Marnie was my toy to use. So why the fuck was I wasting my time brushing her hair when I could be fucking her? Then again, why not kill two birds with one stone?
My eyes darted over to the silver handle on my bedside table.
A couple of knives were in there, one of which had a serrated edge that would make a nice mess of her throat. I could already hear her choking on her blood.
“I don’t need you to do anything for me.”
Ungrateful little…
“You have no idea what you need.”
My head tipped as dark locks wrapped around the brush’s teeth, and I pulled the handle down. But it wasn’t her hair that caught my interest. It was the slow pulse beating on the side of her neck. One nick, right there, was all it would take.
