She was sore as hell, I could tell. I predicted that. There was no way she could escape the soreness after what I did plus the squirting. It was very necessary. I’d always wanted to make her squirt. To turn her into a waterfall and drench the bed. Also to make it slightly memorable for her, to have her hot and needy everytime the thought of our first night flashed through her mind.
The door jerked open, and she was standing in the doorway, frown lines marring her forehead. When she closed the door, it was with a force. She was fuming.
I dropped the laptop on my legs and stood up to meet her, worried that someone had hurt her again. If that was the case, what I did to Hudson would look like a warm-up.
“What did you do?” She broke free from me, taking a small step back. “Hudson is dead. Did you kill him?”
Oh, it was him. Fuck him for stressing her even in hell. They’d just found his body on Thursday when he died on Monday. He must have been—
“Did you kill him?” she cut through my thoughts, her eyes wide. She knew I did it with the way she was staring at me, only asking me so I could ease her mind by denying it.
I shrugged. “He touched you.”
“Because he—” she choked, stepping back to cough. I didn’t understand why she was so bothered about it. She was reacting like I just killed someone.
Okay, well that was true. But seriously, like I did something worse than murder. What was worse than murder?
“Theon, are you listening to yourself?” She closed in, lowering her voice. “You just killed a human.”
I liked it when she said my name. Moaned, preferably. There were different types of ways my name could be moaned, and I had no idea. It was different when she was coming, different when she was begging, different when she was urging, different when she was—
“Don’t just stare at me like that. Say something. The police are everywhere.”
I shrugged again, holding her chin with my fingers. “He touched you. I don’t have any other excuse.” I made to go back to my laptop to finish some work, but she pulled me back.
“You promised not to kill him. That night, remember?”
“No. I promised not to spill blood. You said I should not spill blood, and I didn’t. You heard what happened to his body, didn’t you?”
She released a stuttered breath, realisation settling. “But he still died.”
“There are several ways in this world to kill a man without seeing their blood. Next time, be specific.”
“But you knew what I meant.”
I smirked. “Did I?”
I could practically see her head boiling. “Theon, you just killed someone! You just killed Mr. Granger’s grandson!”
“Are you angry because I killed the bastard or because I killed someone?”
Her eyes rounded as if I stoned her. “Both!”
“And why are you so worked up about it? It won’t be my first, and definitely won’t be my last.” My hand instinctively reached out for her neck, pulling her close. “I took it personal when I said you’re mine. Not anybody else’s to touch. They mess with you, they mess with me.”
I sensed fear in her big brown eyes. She was afraid. Very afraid.
“Who else did you kill? Did you...” she trailed off, knowing the answer to that.
“Yes, I killed your ex boyfriend. And also your boss. Do you get the picture now? Add murder to the list of crimes I’ve committed. Breaking into your house is nothing. Setting cameras in your house is nothing. Just as killing for you is nothing.”
She needed air, to breathe, to think past the hand on her throat. But I didn’t want to let her. She should force it in and let it freeze with her brain what kind of person I was. I’d said I came with a package, and she’d agreed with it. Even if she wanted to leave me, she wouldn’t. A break? Maybe. But leave? Never.
“Is it not a big deal to you?” she eventually said.
“No,” I told her the truth. “And soon, it won’t be to you.”
“What about the police? What will I—”
