“Hate to break it to you, baby,” I growl, cutting her off sharply, “but you were the moment you stepped into my fucking life. Now, get your ass up before I shove my cock back in there again.”
The room goes still, her eyes searching mine for something—mercy, maybe. But I don’t have any left to fucking give. She doesn’t get it yet—doesn’t understand that she’s fucking mine now. She belongs to me in every distorted, lifelong way. She needs to learn, and fast.
We can’t stay in this dump ass of a town. This place reeks of death—my deaths, my kills. I’ve spilled too much blood here, left my scent clinging to every fucking corner like a curse. The clock’s ticking, and I need to move on, one body closer to finding hers—my sister’s.
When Raven stays silent, still warring with whatever part of her thinks she has a choice, my patience frays. I rake my fingers through my black hair, letting it fall forward to shadow my eyes before yanking the hood over my head. I watch her carefully, taking in the subtle rebellion in her gaze, the way her hands fidget.
“Do I have to count and treat you like a fucking child?
Each word lands like a loaded threat, and I feel the air shift between us. It’s not a question—it’s a fucking warning.
Her eyes narrow, a flicker of fight still burning there, but it fades as quickly as it came. She lets out a defeated sigh, her shoulders sagging, and scoots off the bed. I watch her, my eyes dragging over every inch of her battered, naked body.
When she tries to move past me, my arm snakes around her waist, pulling her back into me with a force that makes her gasp, her body fitting against mine as if it belongs there—because it does.
She tilts her head back, her ocean orbs meeting mine and I glance at her parted lips and flushed cheeks before I dipping down, pressing my mouth to hers.
The kiss starts soft, but the moment her lips part, I dominate her. My tongue slides inside and I sweep it over hers, relishing the way she moans and how her body shudders in my arms, every barrier unravelling piece by piece.
When I finally pull away, I hold eye contact as I murmur, “Be a good girl for me, Raven, won’t you?”
She searches my eyes for a moment, as if trying to read something—anything—before she finally nods. But I don’t believe it. Not yet. I know better. There’s still work to be done.
I release her, though, because I don’t have time to fuck around. We need to move. I watch impatiently as she slips into black sweatpants with a matching oversized hoodie.
When she’s done packing her shit, I step forward, closing the distance between us until she’s standing in front of me. I don’t say a word as I reach around, my fingers grazing the soft fabric of her hoodie before I tug it gently over her head. Her red hair spills down her front, soft and glossy in waves, and I can’t help but smirk. It’s almost to perfect, this hoodie. It’s like a reflection of mine.
“Once I’m finished, my beautiful girl, you’ll be skipping merrily alongside me, drenched in some fuckers blood with your own axe swinging down beside you.”
She rolls her eyes, fighting back a devilish smile, the hint of amusement obvious, but before she can move past me, I grab her wrist in a flash, the cold bite of the handcuff slapping over it. Her wide eyes snap up to mine as I lock the other cuff around my wrist, hiding the metal beneath our sleeves.
“Ty...” Her voice is soft, like she’s trying to find a part of me that isn’t already long gone.
“You can flutter those pretty eyelashes at me all you want, freckles. But I know your fucking game before you even play it.You think I left that bedroom door unlocked by accident this morning?”
Her mouth drops open, but nothing comes out and I smirk before leaning down and throwing my backpack over my shoulder.
“Midnight?” I call and she perks up, leaving the blanket she was curled up in on with floor. She walks toward us, taking a big stretch and I notice Raven eying me suspiciously.
“How the hell do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Call her and she comes to you as if she’s a dog rather than a cat?”
My brow raises, and I tilt my head to the side. “I guess kittens are just fucking drawn to me.”
“Or kidnapped by you.” She retorts and I try not to smile as I face aside.
From the corner of my eye, I notice her stepping toward me, and I stand tall as she stops close, her tits brushing against my abs. Her gaze glides up my body, slow and deliberately until her eyes settle on mine. Her fingers curl around the strings of my hoodie before she yanks me down to her lips.
“Careful, psycho boy—you’re starting to look dangerously close to happy,” she murmurs, and my jaw flexes.
She reaches down, her palm gliding over the bulge of my cock in my jeans before she squeezes just enough to pull a warning growl from me. “Is that all it took? For you to drain your big dick inside me?”
My eyes darken, holding onto everything I have not to pounce like she’s daring me too. “I may hate you for ruining my life, Ty, but I won’t lie, I’ve never been fucked so good.”
My hand snaps up and around her throat, catching her off guard.
