Page 95 of A Wild Darkness

Stevie’s large brown eyes open, meeting my gaze. “Sebastian, you killed him with your belt. What if they find marks or worse your DNA?”

“Well, I couldn’t shoot him out there. It was too out in the open and too much risk of someone hearing, even with a silencer.”

But more importantly, I needed him away from Stevie, so I made a split-second decision, born of pure desperation, to pull off my belt and strangle him with it. Throwing him off the ledge was the only way I could think of getting rid of his body without suspicion.

“Now, if they find him, it’ll look like he fell to his death.”

Her throat bobs with a hard swallow. “Are you sure?”

“I promise they won’t trace it back to us.”

“Did I scare you?” I ask, nervous about how she’s going to respond to seeing me take a man’s life.

Stevie is silent for a beat. “No.”

“Good.”

“You killed him with your bare hands, Sebastian,” she whispers. “My father would call that a crime of passion.”

With my heart pounding against my chest, I slide my hands up the side of her face and thread my fingers through her hair to bring my face closer to hers. “I didn’t like him touching you.”

She sucks in a breath, her lips parting slightly. “You didn’t?”

“No.”

Stevie leans in, her forehead touching mine. “Why not?”

“Because when we’re with the Black Veil Society, you are mine.”

“I didn’t know you could be this possessive,” she quips.

She’s playing with me, and it’s driving me wild. Maybe one kiss won’t hurt.

“You have no idea how possessive I can be.” Slowly leaning in, my lips gently touch hers. “Can I kiss you?”

I feel her mouth widen as she smiles. “You already are.”

And with that, I snake my hand around the back of her head, pulling her face to mine, deepening our kiss. Her soft lips taste like heaven. And I haven’t been able to get them out of my mind since we first kissed that night in the old library. But this time it isn’t in front of an audience—it’s for us.

Stevie’s hand is in my hair, her fingers gliding through the top as I slide my tongue inside her mouth, tangling around hers and enjoying the wet warmth of it. Her mouth opens wider, her head tilting to one side.

She craves me as much as I crave her.

A lustful haze takes over my thoughts. Without thinking, I slide my hand down her neck, along the dip in her back, to the curves of her waist, before moving it under the hem of her pants. The smoothness of her skin makes my cock harden painfully. Stevie arches her hips, allowing my hand to move farther down until my fingertips find the heat of her slit.

I stop.

Not sure what stops me, but it’s probably that I need to keep my head clear. We killed Larry tonight, and I have plans to take out Pete tomorrow night, and I must focus on that. I already almost lost my shit on Larry earlier. Another passion-led crime would be at greater risk of something getting fucked up.

With an ache in the pit of my stomach, I draw my head back. “Stevie?”

“Yeah?” Her hooded eyes capture mine.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

“We can’t do this.”

“What?”