“Who the fuck iswe? Not you. If I catch you trying to fucking Nancy Drew some murderer I am going to beat your ass, Lark. You already have a tracker so don’t fucking test me.”
I wriggled uncomfortably, feeling the rub of my sore ass against the bed.
“Well, what about youdoing that?”
“No.”
“Think about how many more people could get murdered.”
“I don’t give a fuck.”
“What about me?”
“What about you?” he asked sharply. “You’re not allowed out at night without me so what are you worried about?”
“I mean you could find the serial killer and . . . make him stop or something. Or we could turn him over to the police.”
He snorted.
“I only give a fuck about knocking you up and hockey. Nothing else.”
I tried to be surprised by his fixation, but I felt nothing except a sick fear in the pit of my stomach.
“I have to go back to the university and teach in the spring, you know.”
“No. You’ll be traveling with me.”
“But—"
“Why thefuckwould I want to travel without you? I’m going to need fucking sex, Lark. My cock in your cunt.”
“But--groupies?—”
“Shut your mouth,” he thundered. “What do you need to teach for? You can do your research on the road. You can study me. I’m a psychopath.”
“I can’t study you,” I said indignantly. “You won’t even tell me anything about the inner workings of your brain.”
“I’ll tell you about my brain. It has your pussy in the center and my need to fucking wreck it.”
“You’re making a mockery of my chosen subject matter,” I said, although it was true.
All my years of research seemed pointless when I was totally unable to break Gabriel’s fixation.
I’d been such an overconfident fool to think a psychopath could change.
His lips grazed my skin, then bit deep.
“I love you. I’ve never loved anyone before.”
I gasped at the words. He tasted like sin, like fear and danger.
“Say you love me.”
“I don’t.”
“Fine. I love you.”
I hesitated, wondering if he would be pissed that I didn’t love him, but he only continued to play his game, both arms around me. What would motivate him?
