I shoot off a quick text to Brigit, switching over to watch her again. Her phone lights up on the bedside table, but she doesn’t wake, sleeping right through the buzzing and little chime.
“Damn,” Skyler leans over to peek at her, “You really did a number on her.”
He’s not wrong. There have only been a few times when she’s managed to sleep through notifications on her phone. Usually, she’s such a light sleeper that the only way I managed to sneak through her apartment was due to my uncanny ability to be completely silent.
But she’s sound asleep now, nestled in the warmth of our sheets.
Waiting through the next few hours is only a tiny bit better than actual torture. Even watching Brigit sleep becomes monotonous,surrounded by the nonstop clicking and whirring of Skyler’s computer.
I must drift off because before I know it, Sky’s hand lands with a hard thud on my chest, waking me and bringing me back to the task at hand.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “What time is it?”
“Just after midnight.”
“Why did you let me sleep so long?” I rub the sleep from my eyes, focusing on what I have to do.
He chuckles, “It’s not unusual for you to nap while I do the boring shit. But there’s nothing interesting on any of the computers, so if he’s as sick as Steele says, it’ll all be physical copies.”
Stretching out my legs, the quiet rumbling of adrenaline starts bleeding into me again.
As I silently ease out of the car door, sneaking around to the back of the house and plotting which window to break into, something within me feels at peace.
It’s sickening to feel peaceful in the face of committing this kind of crime, but if it brings justice to evenonevictim, it’ll be worth the cost on my soul.
Chapter 34
Don’t Freak Out
BRIGIT
Iwake to silence.
Even in the quiet, dark house, I expect to sit up and find Cormac staring back at me.
Maybe from a dark corner. He could be sitting on the edge of the bed, and I wouldn’t even be able to hear him.
But as I stretch my arms above my head and finally drag myself upright, he’s nowhere to be found.
He told me not to wait up.
And I didn’t.
But now that I’ve awoken anyway, the chances of falling back to sleep are abysmal.
Between being unemployed and away from home, every routine in my life has unraveled, including my sleep cycle. I’ve beennapping. Which is something I never do.
Falling asleep within an hour of Cormac leaving shouldn’t be surprising since he spent almost the entire day bringing me to orgasm.
Starting with two on thestairs.
Once bent over the kitchen table. Once lyingacrossthe kitchen table as a fucking feast.
Twice more on the couch, the echoes of my screams and the legs scraping across the floor with every brutal thrust driving both of us wild until he unloaded all over my stomach.
Then obviously I needed to get cleaned up, so we hopped in a shower, where he proceeded to give me another one before we fell into bed and he fucked another out of me.
Every inch of my body is exhausted, still drowning in the bliss, covered in a litany of bitemarks and hickeys, with one particularly wild imprint of Cormac’s teeth where they broke skin.
