“Did you kill him?”
Slowly, she shook her head. “No.”
“So act like you didn’t.”
“But—”
“We’re settled. There’s nothing to discuss about his death anymore.”
I left her and turned around, going to the kitchen to get her water for the meds she bought.
“What ifyoutouched me? What would you do to yourself?”
I visibly stiffened, halting halfway to the kitchen. I didn’t expect that kind of question from her, but judging by the things she’d seen me do, I wouldn’t blame her for thinking that way. Just to be clear, I faced her and seared her with a dead-serious gaze.
“I will touch you, but in ways your body will love. Ainsley, if you think I’ll touch you the way those fuckers did, then I’ll have you know that I’ll blow up my hands before I’ll ever raise it at you. I don’t see myself doing it, not now, not ever.”
Her throat bobbed, face flushed as she heaved out. The locket around her neck moved with her chest, drawing me back to last night when she had been with just the locket on the bed, writhing.
She had donned my sleeved shirt before going out for the sake of her red wrists, since hers wouldn’t cover them, but kept her trousers on. When I saw it on her this morning, my heart almost gave out from how quick it picked up at the sight of her in my shirt and locket. Most of all, she was in my bed, she had come on my cock, she was mine.
My cock jerked at the reminder of her taste on my tongue, how I was yet to move on from the feel of her squeezing the livingshit out of me. I loved every second of it, and I was getting hard again. I wanted her again. However, she was sore and would probably kick me in the balls for talking about sex when she was yet to recover from the news of Hudson’s death. But I closed in anyway, just because I hated to have her mind occupied with a dead man.
“Uh uh,” she quickly said, shaking her head. “There’s no way I’m letting you come near me today.”
“Too bad. It’s your fault for being so attractive. I want you right now.”
Her lips twitched, fighting a smile. “Nope. We’re not done talking and are you forgetting the part where I cannot even lift a leg without—”
I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close, kissing her lips. She melted into me, arms moving up from between us to my neck. Kissing her was surreal, and it affected me more than I cared to admit. It was a feeling I might never get used to. Hell, I didn’t want to get used to it. Moments like this was when I felt she chose me. That no matter what I did, she’d be here.
Until she finds out about what you did to her applications.
18
AINSLEY
I’m fine. I’m totally the calmest human on earth right now. There’s absolutely nothing wrong.
I repeated that over and over in my head as I made my way back to my place. I had gone out to get pills in the morning, but halfway there, I noticed the police sirens. They were flashing in the distance, and I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened. When I passed a woman standing in front of a shop, I asked her what was going on. She’d told me someone had been murdered.
At first, I felt a pang of pity and carried on, minding my own business, but when I reached the pharmacy, the whispers grew louder. Mr Granger’s grandson was dead. I overheard them say it. My stomach dropped, but I’d forced myself to ask if that was the reason the police were circling the neighbourhood. The answer was yes, and as they continued explaining how he’d died—with needles in his skin—my blood ran cold.
I’d said it in my mind that it couldn’t be him, so I asked when it happened. The same day the guy hit me.
Could it have been Theon? No, it couldn’t have been. But my hands had been shaking nonetheless, and every time I saw a police car on the way back, my heart nearly exploded.They must have been looking for him. For me.I couldn’t stop imagining it. Theon, in handcuffs, dragged away because he…killed someone.
And when I finally asked him about it, he didn’t even flinch.Holy cow. He admitted it like it was nothing. Like it was the most normal thing in the world. I felt the blood drain from myface. No words could describe how terrified of him I was. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that he’d taken a life.
And then the asshole hit me with the ‘yes, I killed your ex boyfriend, and also your boss’. What the fuck? The ease. I thought I would faint.
He was a psychopath. A psychopath with emotions, if something like that existed. A man who couldn’t see the line between right and wrong, and that scared me more than anything else.
But what did I do minutes after confronting him? I let him eat me out. Yes. With fear clinging to my throat, I let the man who I found out was a murderer eat me out, and I had a mind-blowing orgasm from it. It was totally fine. Yeah.
Sighing, I opened the door to my house and took in the interior that caught me off-guard sometimes. I thanked him for it this morning, right before I remembered that he came inside me. And he told me never to sleep at Vin’s again.
Now that I was aware of what he could do, I would be saving Vin’s life by staying not more than three hours at his place, if ever I visited.
