Page 26 of Love Obscene
I couldn’t get out of his house. There were no phones, and there was a girl with no tongue somewhere lurking in the halls.
I was stuck with a man who killed without remorse. I was more afraid of me than I was of him, but I couldn’t let him know that.
The only reason I chose who I did was because the thought of her touching any part of him made me want to set her on fire.
Chapter Twenty-One
Myusual reaction to bullshit was to get rid of whoever or whatever decided to cause me disturbance.
I couldn’t get rid of Katie, but that didn’t stop me from picturing a million different ways to make her pay for what she did. My patience was something I prided myself on, but everyone has a limit.
Being locked in my own damn basement and having to exit it from the cellar door like a peasant was mine.
Walking around the perimeter of my house, I slipped back inside without a sound.
Going straight for the kitchen, I paused in the doorway. Seeing her distraught over me only made me more determined to make her assimilate.
When she lifted her head, I was already kneeling down in front of her. I watched confusion, horror, and then relief play out across her face.
If she knew all the things I wanted to do to her, she wouldn’t be so calm. She was perfect for me. She was mine, and had yet to acknowledge it.
I grabbed her by the throat, forcing her to look me in the eyes so there could be no discrepancies later. Her blue eyes searched my face, but she wasn’t afraid. Not once had I been the reason for her fear.
Did she think I didn’t know the truth?
It usually took me less than three days to figure out a woman’s weak spots. I’d been watching her for three years. I knew more about her than she did.
“I kill people. My dad kills people. My grandfather kills people. My step-mom kills people. Cousins, uncles, we all do it. We’re one big happy goddamn family, and now you’re part of it. I don’t give a shit if you like it or not. The only way you’re leaving me is in a hole that’s six foot wide and eight feet deep.
“And if you keep pissing me off, I’m going to lock you in a room so dark and so quiet you’ll hear trees sway from a mile away.”
I felt her swallow beneath my palm. The hurt that flashed through her eyes pissed me off. I wanted her pain, but only if it gave us both pleasure.
This situation needed to be brought under control.
She was so damn complex. There was a woman inside her trapped behind years of stigmas.
If I had to twist words and manipulate her for me to get what I wanted, and for her to be happy, I was going to. I stood up, bringing her with me by the throat. She let out a soft mewl but didn’t resist.
“Let’s go.” Slowly walking us backward, using my vice-like grip as a leash, I placed my free hand on her pussy and traced up and down the labia.
Her little intake of breath had me ready to drag her across the room and fuck her against the nearest wall. Patience won out, and we made it to the dining room.
When we got to the table, I let her throat go to grab her perfect ass and lift her up, placing her cunt right at the edge.
She stared up at me, the tip of her tongue making a quick swipe across her lips.
I just stood there in that dimly lit room, between her legs, staring down at her. She had no idea how beautiful she was. Telling her would never get that point across.
She had just seen me cause two people’s deaths, yet here she was, flat on her back on my table with her legs spread. I could do whatever I wanted to her, and I intended to.
There was a knife, a candle, and a tie.
When it was us, like this, the truth about me didn’t matter. She didn’t need to know, and I was never going to tell her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
He wrapped his tie around my eyes and bent me over the table, stripping me of everything but my lace bottoms.
