“I don’t recall telling you it’s your job tothink. It’s your job to grow my babies in your belly.”
“Oh, fuck you!”
In an instant, he had crossed the stone floors and pounced over me, caging me in with both arms as he split my thighs with his knee and sunk his cock inside me.
The cum inside squirted out onto my thighs, and I held onto his arms, felt the corded bands of muscles underneath.
“What I want isyou. I’d hurt anyone or anything to getyou.”
He had me pinned and trapped and he grabbed a handful of my ass in his hand so he could glide in and out, hot wet sounds of his domination.
“Tormenting fuckingrandomswould do nothing for me. Never did. Tormentingyouis what makes my cock hard.”
“I hate you,” I gritted out.
He yanked my hair up so hard I squealed in pain.
“I love you.”
I gasped in outrage as he fucked the defiance out of me, gripping my ass, hips, back, his hands rough on my breasts, up my throat.
Why had he said that? Since when did a psychopath feel love?
Afterwards, he turned on his game controller, placing me firmly between his legs on the bed.
I moved to grab my dress, but he slapped my hand away.
“Don’t bother getting dressed. I’ll want to fuck you again.”
But the image of the broken, twisted bodies still haunted me.
The one in the barn.
The one at the rink.
Both of them connected to Gabriel.
What if he really was the killer?
Maybe it was smarter to stay quiet, say nothing about it.
After all, he was dangerous, and I knew that damn well.
Was he telling the truth? Or lying?
Could there possibly betwofucking psychopaths living around Ashgrove village?
And if so, what could be done about it?
I thumbed through one of my textbooks, trying to think of ideas.
Someone had a fixation. What was driving it? How were they choosing their victims?
The killings seemed random, unconnected. Just someone doing it for the thrill.
What if Gabriel could be convinced to help me hunt the killer down? Combine my knowledge of psychopathy and his cold brutality?
“We should do something about all these deaths,” I said as I watched him play, the strong fingers holding the controller lightly in his hand.
