I wonder what he sees in me?
I keep my hands on the tops of his. “I suppose it depends on how hungry I am, how starving you make me, Kincaid.”
The muscle in his sharp jaw ticks and I’m desperate to taste him, to sink my teeth into him but not to kill him, no. I want something that I haven’t wanted or even thought about in a long time. I want him to take me, own me,use me.
“How starvingImake you?” He grunts through gritted teeth and yanks me closer before trailing his hands over my hips, then down towards my ass.
If this was any other situation, I’d have already stabbed a fork into his neck but there’s something different about Kincaid, and not once in the short time of meeting him, have I felt scared of him.
His large hands squeeze the meat of my ass, causing a soft moan to slip past my parted lips. “What about how starving you make me, love?”
I allow him to caress the area he just squeezed and just above my navel, I can feel his hardness underneath his overalls. “Are you hungry for me, baby?” I coo.
In one swift move, Kincaid grips the backs of my thighs and lifts me from the floor— on instinct, I wrap my legs around his tapered waist, my arms looping around his broad shoulders. From this angle, he has to lift his head upwards to face me, desperation swimming in his eyes. “Let’s just say, I haven’t eaten in a while and the meals I’ve had previously are always bland, dead andcold.”
Cold? Dead? Is he?
Kincaid looks up at me through hooded eyes, a sinister grin pulls at his lips to reveal his perfect teeth. “C’mon love, you’re a clever girl. I can see the question spinning around in your mind, so ask me? Ask me what I am?”
I should be horrified but am I really the best candidate to judge him? I chop up men and turn them into food for Christ’s sake.
Keeping one hand on his shoulder, I tighten my legs around his waist then run the pad of my thumb across his lower lip. “Do you think if I ask what you are, that it’s going to scare me away?”
He swallows harshly. “Possibly. But I wanna hear you say it anyway.”
“You like to fuck dead girls don’t you?” I say with clear intent. His eyes widen for a moment, almost like he’s shocked that I haven’t run for the hills, then he nods. I can see the wash of shame that passes over his face, his eyes darting around the room as he tries to avoid my gaze so I grip his jaw in my free hand firmly, to bring his focus back onto me.
“Then I guess we’re both fucked up.” I admit.
I’ve made peace with who I am and what I do, and every man that I’ve murdered deserved it, one way or another.
Kincaid blows out a heavy breath of relief, his hands gripping me tightly beneath my thighs. “Let me take you out to dinner?”
My brow arches. “The necro wants to take out the lady killer for dinner?”
“Not quite how I’d put it, but yeah.” He says with a coy smile.
This might be the first dinner where I haven’t had tocook.
Lifting my hand I trace his sharp brow with my finger, then I run it down the bridge of his nose. There’s a slight bump in the middle along with a deep scar.
I wonder how he got that?
He accepts my touch as I lean down to caress the tip of his nose with mine. My hair fans around us like a curtain, shutting out the world. “You’re pretty fucking crazy, Kin.”
A bright smile tugs at his lips. “So you think I’m pretty?” He teases as he runs his nose up the side of mine. “Quite pretty actually,” I admit.
“So you’ll let me take you out?”
I lift my head and tip it to the side, “you wouldn’t let me say no, would you?”
With that question he grips me even tighter now and hoists me upwards, causing my chest to crash into his. Our faces are inches away from each other, lips barely brushing.
“I don’t take no, for an answer and with the way your thighs are tensing around me, you want someone to take control. You wantmeto have control. Don’t you, love?” He teases.
His voice is so rich and dark that I can feel it scratching against my overly sensitive skin. It caresses like rough hands, toying with me until I’m ready to explode.
Kincaid has me exactly where he wants me, and I’m exactly where I want to be.
