We come to a stop at a padlocked room. I reach in my pocket to pull out the key Alrik gave me yesterday.
“Kaden…” Wynter grasps my arm firmly, forcing me to turn around.
“Do you trust me?” She gulps and nods. I know she does. And I know she needs this, because she’s like me. We’re two pieces of the same twisted puzzle.
The lock clinks to the floor and the door creaks open. The smell of piss hits me in the face but it only makes my smile brighter. Wynter intertwines her fingers with mine, following behind me. There’s a stirring noise that has her stopping in her tracks.
I flip the light switch and see my present wrapped in the corner. I wish the guys would have added a large bow on top just so I could see my girl tear it open. Wynter turns around and her body tenses beside me.
“Merry Christmas, Snowflake,” I whisper into her ear, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her closer. She looks up at me with a wicked gleam in her eyes. I knew she was just as fucked as me. We were like crazy magnets, bound to find each other. She looks back toward the corner.
“Evilin,” she breathes with a sneer.
Her head pops up and she tries to mumble something behind the tape over her mouth. I can see the fear in her eyes as Wynter steps toward her.
“I thought she was dead?”
“That’s what I needed the town to believe, but she’s been here this whole time.” She looks back at me with adoration in her eyes. Fuck, I’d do any crazy shit to keep that look on her face.
I pull out the knife in my pocket and flick the blade open. The sharp silver reflects all the light in this dingy room.
I walk up behind my Snowflake and pull her back against my chest. “I wanted to get you something you didn’t have,” I murmur into her ear. “Revenge.” She sucks in a deep breath but nods. I open my hand, the blade resting on my palm. She closes her fingers around it then steps closer to her stepmother.
“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” she starts, flipping the blade open and closed as she walks. “Never did I think I would get to repay you for all the love you’ve shown me over the years.” Wynter laughs as she bends down, looking up at Evilin. She struggles against the ropes, but she could never escape.
“Tell me, did your mirrors tell you I was coming?” she smirks, cocking her head to the side.
Evilin’s eyes widen even more, as if she’s realizing a prophecy is coming true before her eyes.
I pull a sheet away from the other surprise in the room, revealing a large gold mirror.
Wynter turns around and claps her hands together when she sees the next toy to play with. I pick it up to walk it closer to her.She taps the glass with her blade, the eerie sound reverberating through the room. She giggles, then turns back to Evilin whose face is as pale as snow. Ironic since she always wanted Wynter’s beauty.
“How’s it go again?” she muses, then snaps her fingers. “Magic mirror on the wall, who shall be the most silent one of all?” Wynter’s voice drips with venom and excitement, causing my cock to harden.
She grips Evilin’s fake dyed black hair, revealing her long neck.
“What did the mirror say, stepmother?” Tears flow down her ugly sunken cheeks, making her look more pathetic by the minute.
Wynter tsks, “Remember, always speak when spoken to,” she sneers and she rips the tape from her face, pulling some of the skin away as she does. The screams echo around us but above it all is my girl’s laughter. She’s in her element. I knew she would be. Darkness seeks darkness after all and mine called to hers from day one.
“Answer me,” she seethes. Evilin is shaking profusely. I don’t think she could answer even if she wanted to. I chuckle, placing my hands in my pockets and lean against the wall. I don’t want to miss a moment.
Wynter throws the knife at the mirror, the glass shattering into shards around them. She leans over to grab a large jagged piece and holds it to Evilin’s throat.
“I guess we’ll never know,” she murmurs into her ear and she slits her throat straight across. Blood spurts from her neck, coating everything as it pulses. Wynter drops the glass, making it break even more than her beautiful eyes find mine. Relief floods her face as she lets go of her stepmother and walks toward me.
Red mars her porcelain skin, making her a fucking sight to behold.
I step close to her, pulling her against me. Pride swells in my heart when I see my gorgeous angel smile up at me.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
“I told you I’d do anything for you.” I cup her cheeks, swirling the blood across her skin until I’m so hard that I can’t wait any longer.
My hand slides to her throat, tightening until I can see the desire coursing through her. I spin her around and slam her face first against the wall. Luckily she wore her thick leggings, which I can slide down easily. She moans as my hand slips between her wet folds, rocking back against me until she’s panting.
“Who owns this pussy? Hmm? Who owns every inch of you, Snowflake?” I nibble her ear, continuing to plunge my fingers into her tight cunt.
