My throat burns from holding back tears. I almost lost her, because she was willing to sacrifice herself for me.
She can’t die before me. I refuse to accept a world where she’s not living in it.
All I want to do is hold her, so I give myself that and cage her securely to my chest. She has my heart now. When I’m gone, she’ll carry it with her and live the full life she deserves.
Eventually, I manage to come to terms with letting her go.
“We need to hide the bodies.”
I head to Travis first and lower his jaw.
“What are you doing?” Chloe asks over my shoulder. It takes a few harsh tugs and hacks of my knife, but I manage to sever the man’s tongue and hold it up to her.
“He threatened you with this tongue. Made you willing to die for me. It’s only right it’s yours.”
Her eyes widen, and I worry she’ll throw up, but her shock turns into joy, and she bursts into elated laughter.
“Thank you! No one’s ever gifted me a tongue before.” She plucks it from my fingers only to toss it away into the bushes. “I much prefer yours though.” She kisses me, sucking my tongue into her mouth and biting down.
I’m instantly hard for her. Before my cock can start getting its own ideas, I compose myself so we can sort this mess out.
“Little sinner, I promise that before the night is over, you’ll get to experience everything this tongue can do, but first we need to clean this mess up.”
We drag both bodies a few feet into the woods out of sight, and I move both bikes off the road. If anyone does happen to spot them, then it’ll at least buy us some extra time.
Looking my car over, I find it’s only got one blown-out tire since I managed to stop it before we crashed into anything.
I get out the spare from the trunk to change it.
“I think we should get off the road for a bit. Find a place to lay low and talk about what we should do next.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I reply bluntly. “Everything’s already planned.”
“But I don’t know what the plan is.”
“And you don’t need to. It’s up to you if you’re sticking around for the ride or not.” Why I’m choosing to stab myself in the heart is beyond me. Perhaps there is some good in me after all?
I can feel her pain without needing to look at her face. I’m a dick for pushing her away, but I’d be a monster if I forced her to stay.
She shoves me on the shoulder, almost toppling me over. I stand up and tower over her, glaring into her gorgeous golden eyes. My anger doesn’t hold the same weight as it did before. In fact, it’s non-existent now. Replaced by a frustration that’s directed at myself.
Crossing her arms over her chest, Chloe refuses to back down.
“You can’t push me away that easily. We’re equal now.” She gestures to the woods where the bodies are hidden behind us. “Or do I have a higher body count than you? Was the man at the gas station your first?”
I nod.
“Well, I’m counting these two as mine since I totally would have had the other guy if you hadn’t stabbed him first. So that makes it three to two.” She looks so fucking smug about that.Oh, my little sinner, how perfect you are.
“If you want to call it quits here, I’ll take your secrets to my grave,” I promise her, giving her one more out. The final one before she’s subjected to the life of pain I’ll give her. Once she chooses me, I’ll be inside of her, tormenting her through this life and whatever comes next.
She rolls her eyes at me. “How can you not see it?”
“See what?”
“I care about you, and you care about me. You just saved my life.”
“You did that all by yourself.”
