Fuck.
“They can’t do that.”
Her green eyes sprung from the screen, brows creased with confusion.
“What do you mean? What did you do with it? Your instructions were clear—”
“I know what I have to do,” I snapped back. “That’s not the issue at hand.”
Melina flipped a lock of auburn hair over her shoulder and huffed a breath. “Well, whatisthe issue?”
“He’s still alive.”
Thoughshewouldn’t be soon if she didn’t get the hell out of my room.
Her lashes fluttered exaggeratedly as her eyes bulged open in surprise. “What? But you…look at you!”
“A minor hangup.”
I put a hand on the knob. She needed to leave before I found myself on the lam for her murder, too.
Melina nodded and walked toward the door. “Leni?”
“Helena.”
Her jaw tightened. “Helena.Silas has killed every member who’s tried to take him out. Father requested you specifically for your…um, assets and abilities. I don’t know what happened, but I assume your cover was blown. And you may be good at what you do, but—”
“You need to leave.” My tone was sharp as I tore open the door.
Without another word, Melina shuffled into the hallway, and I slammed the door shut before she could change her mind.
Storming into the bathroom, I ripped off the robe and chucked it before peeling off what was left of my dress and stepping under the cold spray. The chill seeped through my bones, sending my body into uncontrollable shivers, but I didn’t move or reach for the hot water. I needed to feel it scalding my skin. Pain was the only relief I longed for at the moment as it soothed and quieted my demons. Sharp pricks scattered across my flesh, reddening and stinging but never leaving a mark.
All my broken parts were on the inside while this facade of perfection was on display to the world. One day, I feared it wouldn’t be enough. The blade always called to me, whispering words of punishing comfort and delicious torment like the lure of a siren’s lullaby.
I shook my head as the water slid between the seam of my parted lips and laughed at my life’s twisted irony. Between the patients I cared for, the people I killed, and the ones I loved, it was a trifecta. The perfect storm to utter madness.
Bracing my hands on the tile, I exhaled heavily, letting the day’s events wash away.
“Turn it off,” I whispered, reaching for the hot water faucet. “Turn it off. Relax. Tomorrow, Silas will be dead, and I will be on a plane back to Philly.”
Thoughts of him suddenly crept to the forefront of my mind. Despite wanting him gone, I couldn’t deny the man was sexy as all hell. Built like a fucking brick house. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, envisioning everything I’d let him do to me if ours was a different set of circumstances. Heat ignited deep in my belly when I remembered that impressive dick between my breasts. Maybe it had been too long since my last orgasm, considering I was standing alone in the shower, blood pumping a little faster over thoughts of a man who would die by my hand.
Fuck it.
In the meantime, that same hand could bring the pleasure and outlet I sought. Maybe knowing I’d kill him in the next twenty-four hours was exactly what I needed to unwind.
A soft chuckle slipped past my lips as my fingers moved over my navel at the thought of my pussy throbbing for a man I barely knew. One I’d almost fucked and killed in the same night.
“You really are fucking crazy,” I muttered to myself as I slid over my clit, rubbing slow circles as the wetness, mixed with the warmth of the water, cascaded over my body. “Fuck.” Small whimpers fluttered from my throat as my movements increased.
Silas had big fucking hands. Two of his fingers were sure to fill me. I imagined his hand in place of mine, pushing inside me, curving to hit that sweet spot as I writhed and cried out his name.
“Shit,” I breathed, reaching for a nipple and tweaking it between my fingers as my breaths quickened and pleasure bloomed. I dropped to my knees and slipped two fingers deeper, rocking into my hand as thoughts of Silas spurred me on.
What would he feel like between my legs? His beard drenched with my cum. “Fuck…fuck,” I cried out, thumb flicking my swollen clit as the pressure crested.
My thighs trembled as I brought myself closer to orgasm, and I fell forward, one hand on the tile while the other pulled moans from my lips. Dipping another finger inside, I murmured his name, wishing it was his cock driving into me. Faster. Harder. While his other hand wrapped tightly around my throat.
