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I grit my teeth as his laughter fills my head, spitting me images of my hands wrapping around her neck, wanting to see how pretty she will be when she’s dead.

My heart rate quickens and body tenses as I grip her hips and dig my fingers in her. He hurts her when he fronts, and she seems to enjoy it. Maybe I should hurt her, too?

She runs her hands through her lush white hair and places her hands on my chest as she spreads her legs and slides herself over my cock, like I’m delicate. Her pussy is so tight my cock throbs just from the sensation of taking me deep. She leans down, pressing her tits over me, and I grab her hips as she starts to grind.

“You think he fucked me, and you’re bothered by it,” she whispers.

The rage blooms inside me. The angry split withers and whines. And it’s…exhilarating.

She arches her back, continuing to ride me and staring into the turmoil in my eyes. “You’re jealous, Lincoln. You think he was better than you.”

My jaw tightens as I thrust deep into her. She lets out a little squeak, a sound I’m discovering I really enjoy.

“Be really careful what you’re saying right now,” I warn.

She blinks at me and moves my hands to her soft tits. “Or what?”

She’s testing and teasing me, trying to see what makes me tick. She’s doing her best to understand me. Finally, I understand why he acts the way he does, the extent of his anger. She’s a little fucking tease, and he is downright lethal. I am the only thing in between him and the mass chaos he would unleash on this world.

A burning sensation begins to wind its way through my veins. I need to control it before it explodes out of me and it’s too late.

I squeeze my eyes shut and get lost in the physical sensation of Summer grinding on me. My body relaxes as she squeezes her thighs around me and works my cock.

After a few minutes, my heart is empty again. My body returns to just flesh and bone, and I can breathe. I’m able to enjoy this moment without the emotional baggage that comes with sex, and I just fuck her.

I open my eyes again and she’s staring down at me. She keeps her pussy tight on me, squeezing and grinding. “What did you feel, just now?”

How do I tell her I had the urge to kill her? That I felt his bitterness and rage because that’s all he will share with me.

I lean back, rest my hands on the back of my head and smile, enjoying the view of her tight little body. “It doesn’t matter now. It’s gone.”

She tilts her head, her pretty white hair falling onto her face. “But you felt something, didn’t you?”

I bite my bottom lip, pulling her body down so I can kiss her. “Right now, all I want is to feel you,” I murmur.

I now firmly believe that Summer is the root cause of my insanity and will ultimately lead to my demise. She will be the destruction of everything I know.

Mikael’s emotions are overwhelming, and his desires are so intense, it hurts. It’s unbearable, but I also can’t get enough of them.

He can’t resist when she’s near, and he’s tightening his grip. Every emotion he gives weakens me but also strengthens me. It makes me become him.

I grip Summer by the hips and twist her body around so I’m on top of her. I need her to understand she can’t manipulate me like that. She can’t toy with my emotions just as they begin to surface.

She stares up at me as I press down on her. The shadows are in my eyes, I can sense it. “Lincoln…you’re hurting me,” she whimpers.

She needs a reminder of who I am and what I’m capable of.

I am Shadowface.

I am a god.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

SUMMER

For a moment, his eyes are a maelstrom, and when I blink, they fade back to his dark brown eyes I’m used to behind his spectacles, unchanged.