Page 101 of The Devil We Crave
So the question isn’t if Iwanthim to fuck me. Obviously, I do.
It’s morewhen is he going to?
And will I even see it coming?
I shiver as we reach Galina’s Mercedes G-Wagon.
Yes, it's the bullet-proof model. Because of course it is with her two dads.
Back at Morvaine, Wren hangs downstairs talking to Jude, Theo and Lucia, who seems to have totally gotten over her crush on Jude, thank God. But I’m beat, so I head upstairs to get ready for bed.
I climb the stairs, realizing with a grin that I’m not still dwelling on my run-in with Kyle because my mind is too full of darkly alluring, sinfully hot fantasies involving Achilles.
Oozing out of the darkness. Stripping me bare and pushing my legs apart.
Taking me.
Fucking me.
Owning me.
But the second I open my door those thoughts evaporate. The heat that’s been humming through my veins turns to brittle ice and shatters.
Because scrawled in cherry-red lipstick across my mirror is a new message.
And this time, there’s no doubt if it’s just a locker room prank.
THE DEAD KNOW WHAT YOU DID, YELENA. THE DEAD DO NOT FORGET.
My heart lurches into my throat as I stumble back out of my room. I gasp for air, my face white as I whirl and go lurching downstairs to the common room.
But the mood has shifted from how I left it a minute ago. Everyone looks worried, glancing around nervously and talking in hushed, serious tones. Lucia looks up, her face pale as she meets my curious gaze.
“Lena,” she whispers, her eyes wide. “There’s been another one.”
I frown. “Another?—”
“The Hawthorne Hollow police just announced the discovery of another body.”
Before I can even react, my phone buzzes. I pull it out of my pocket and stare at the screen as an inky darkness swirls inside me.
Achilles
Meet me tonight at The Garrison. Midnight.
Achilles
Don’t forget your safe word.
My throat tightens, and a heated ripple claws down my spine.
Achilles
You may find you’ll need it.
Dark need pulls at my core, tightening my nipples to points as heat blooms between my legs.
Me
