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I press my lips together.
“Are you in danger, Sunny?”
Tears burn the backs of my eyes, and I swallow hard around the lump in my throat. “I don’t suppose you’re going to ride in and save the day again.”
“I’ll save you and condemn you,” he replies. His tongue flicks out, licking the sensitive spot just behind my earlobe. “I promise you that, sunshine. You’re going to know true darkness when I’m done with you. But you’ll be safe from all the demons in the world. Except me.”
21
KNOX
“Igot you to break things off with the fiancé.”
Joel. I don’t want to think his name, let alone say it. I trace my finger down her spine. I’ve got her wrists in one hand, my grip strong enough that it must be on the painful side. Her cheek is flat on the hotel carpet floor, and I don’t even want to think about how many germs are down there.
“You walked into Blood and Cherry and told my whole team that you were Mrs. Knox Whiteshaw.”
The bar the Titans always go to. The one owned by her friend, Beth. In high school, she was always hanging around Sunny with her low-cut shirts and push-up bras, trying to attract any attention she could. How those two ended up friends—and somehowstayedfriends, knowing what I know about Beth—is beyond me.
“Dear wife,” I continue, tracing the back of her shirt collar. “You made a mistake when you told everyone that you’re married to me. Because now I’m going to claim it, too.”
Her breath hitches.
I sweep her hair off her neck and lean over her. She’s not as slender as the girls who typically chase the hockey team. She’s got a softness that I haven’t felt in a while. A little padding on herhips and waist, her breasts full but not large. I shift my weight and roll her under me, sitting back down on her hips. Leaving her hands free.
She stares up at me, her auburn hair fanned out around her face, and her lips part. “I don’t really know what you mean by that.”
She tried to disappear on me. For weeks, she’s beengone. Evading our building. She even went home for Thanksgiving. My mother called me, said she’d seen Aurora home with her father. I pretended not to give a shit, although I can say with certainty that my mom saw right through me.
But how could she just leave?
It makes me realize how much I crave being around her. The glimpses of her over the past month were micro doses of her toxin. I’m thoroughly addicted, and my willpower is not strong enough to keep away from her.
To be fair, I held out for almost a month.
There’s a tracker in her tooth. Our local dentist back home required a little persuasion, and a lot of money, but in the end he did it. So while she was home, and then later at hotels and coffee shops and the library, I watched her movements on my phone.
Obsessed doesn’t cover it. I feel sick, inside and out.
I push up her shirt, exposing her sports bra. Instead of cutting through it like I did the other one—I’m fresh out of box cutters anyway—I shove it up. Everything to her neck. She squeaks, the reaction belated, and tries to knock my hands away.
She’s mostly healed. The cut that I gave her is gone, just a thin pink line beside the thicker surgery scar remaining. The bruising around her torso and stomach is all gone except a vague hint of greenish-yellow across her ribs. Her face is clear.
Maybe it’s just a mental thing?
Which wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. I can break her of that fear… or lean into it. I run my hands over her ribcage.
“This is improper, Knox,” she breathes. She’s doing a poor job of struggling against me. In fact, she’s really not struggling much at all.
Curious creature.
I’ve put my hands on her breasts, and damn. Nothing is going to pry them away.
My dick thickens in my jeans, trying to stand up straight. Not that I’d fuck her. She can choke on it any day, but her pussy can grow fucking cobwebs before I touch it. The rest of her, though…fair game.
I pinch her nipple. Her eyelashes flutter, her back arches slightly. Even though she doesn’t want to be, she’s okay with me touching her. Manhandling her. It’s evident in how she doesn’t resist me.
I move one hand higher, until it’s wrapped around her throat.
