I grabbed Katie’s clit and began to roll it with the pad of my thumb. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, only encouraging me to keep going. I had this mindless need to consume her entirely. Within seconds, I had my dick out and was repositioning us.
Without caring my cousin was killing a man across the room, I snagged an arm across her lower waist and lifted her up so that I could push into her. I heard her soft cries over the blood roaring in my ears as I began thrusting into her.
She was so tight, suffocating my cock with her inner muscles. One little taste of her was never enough. I would gladly overdose on whatever this feeling was. The high being inside her gave me; nothing had ever felt this amazing.
It had never been like this with anyone else. And this crazy woman thought I would let her leave me? The only place she would be going was a grave in my backyard. At least then I’d still be able to see the sun shining down on her every morning and no one else would get to touch what was mine.
Her screams clashed with Roy’s, bouncing off the walls of the room. Her body tightened around me as I fucked her harder, faster, feeling my balls rising and ready to burst.
Declan continued his own assault, gouging Roy’s other cheek open before placing a blade at the man’s throat. His silver eyes flashed to mine, not at all surprised by my show of brutality. He knew what needed to happen.
“You’re going to come for me, Katie,” I groaned in her ear, burying myself as far inside her as I could, forcing her ass to grind down on my cock. I pinched her clit and felt her contract around me, screaming my name. I didn’t move, relishing in how perfect the moment was.
If this was a competition, we would have gotten a perfect ten for formation. Declan had pushed his blade into the side of Roy’s throat just at the right time.
She was coming as he sat dying. A scream of pleasure drowned out a scream of death. If that wasn’t insanity, what was?
Chapter Nine
I turned to the left and then to the right, eyeing my naked body in the bathroom mirror.
You’re sick like he is, my mind gleefully pointed out. And I was. I had one of the strongest orgasms of my life as a man had his life snuffed out right before my eyes.
Mason restrained me so I couldn’t fight him and then fucked me like I was a whore. I reacted like one, pushing myself at him, moaning with pleasure and screaming his name.
I was left with a trembling body and a corpse staring right at me. It felt like Roy’s lifeless dark eyes were judging me for the predicament in its entirety.
I felt dirty, vile and wrong. All the hot water and soap in the world couldn’t wash the grime from my soul. I should have felt traumatized and broken; instead, I had a fresh perspective on what needed to be done.
There was power in words—I knew that better than anyone. Mason said I belonged to him and he belonged to me, unknowingly shifting a bit of control in my direction. I was tired of scrambling to pick up the pieces of an impossible puzzle, tired of being the Katie who was weak enough to slice her wrists open.
Mason would never give me a straightforward answer. He may not have been a liar, but his words were nothing but carefully woven riddles that took truths and twisted them. My captor liked to play games, and if I wanted to figure out the answers behind his obsession, I’d have to do the same.
That was easier said than done when I was up against someone who seemed to know me better than I knew myself, and could set me off with one little touch.
Sighing, I grabbed the soft robe Mason had given me and slipped it on before padding out into his room.
The only light came from the bathroom behind me. Mason was sitting on the edge of the bed in nothing but a pair of black briefs, looking deep in thought. We hadn’t spoken a word to one another since he’d carried me back to the bedroom.
I approached him like a curious animal would, thinking of him as a viper ready to strike. When I paused right beside him, he surprised me by simply wrapping his arms around my waist and laying his head against my stomach.
“Mase,” I sighed, hugging his head.
“Mase?” he repeated, amusement evident in his tone, pulling back to look at me. And may the Lord have mercy on my soul for smiling down at the devil.
This was one of those pivotal moments where I needed to realize it was officially time to give up believing I was just like any other girl. Other girls would have burned me at a stake for the way my heart accelerated when he looked at me.
We’d gone from screwing in what looked like a room for an asylum patient, to dinner, to watching his old gardener be murdered as he took me from behind.
It was truly disturbing.
“What’s wrong with us, Mason?” I searched his eyes for an answer I knew he wouldn’t give.
“You’re exhausted,” he frowned, easily lifting me up and setting me down on the bed. Figuring he wasn’t going to answer me, I climbed up to the headboard and flopped down like a beaten rug.
I’d just started to doze off when I heard the floor creak; a second later, a fleece blanket was covering me and a pair of soft lips skimmed over my cheek.
Chapter Ten
